'Matrix Breeze' is a dub-poetic audio journey by Taba X — unfolding from mist to fire, memory to revelation. Fusing elements of reggae, spoken word, experimental hip-hop, and cinematic rock, the track echoes a world caught between spirit and system.

At its heart is the voice of resistance — baritone and burdened — layered with ancestral whispers and sacred warnings. Female harmonies swirl like wind and dust, while the beat flows from Massive Attack-style minimalism to Gilmour-inspired catharsis.

Every verse opens a portal. Every hook cuts deeper.

The final words remain:
“Do not speak against the Sun.”


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Matrix Breeze

Slide...
Slow...
A hum in the hollow.
No call. No follow.
(follow... low... low...)

Sliding slow — like smoke on skin,
Bassline breathes where thoughts begin.
No rescue rope, no coded flare —
Just drift and drift... like I don’t care. (care... care...)

Secrets sleep in tape delay,
Funk got lost, then washed away.
Moon’s not here, sun’s on break —
I float fine on this... heartache lake. (ache... ache...)

Pause the frame — let silence spin...
(tape-stop)
Let the echo in...
(in... in... in...)

🎵 Let me slide (slide...)
Let me glide (glide...)
Weightless on this bassline tide.
No fix, no shape — just a dub escape,
I groove through pain like it’s half-awake. (echo: awake... wake...)
Not drownin’ — just deep in sound,
A heartbeat lost — now gently found.
Let me float...
Let me float... (float... float...)
In this velvet, low-end boat. 🎵

No sirens scream, no help inbound,
Just me and this skankin’ sound.
Truth whispered through the spring reverb —
A rhythm’s ache I won’t disturb.

No pity dance, no savior choir,
Your drama fizzles in my wire.
Where fear once knocked — I dropped a beat,
And watched it melt beneath my feet. (feet... feet...)

Night bends low in sugar breath,
Soft dub steps away from death.
No need to fix, no rules to bend —
This version loops until the end. 

🎵 Let me slide...
Let me glide...
This bassline’s got no place to hide.
No fix, no fate — just deep escape,
I skank through sorrow, half awake. (awake... awake...)
Not drownin’, nah — just movin’ through,
My heartbreak’s got a groove or two.
Let me float...
Let me float...
This night’s too sweet to mute. 🎵

Let it echo...
Let it breathe...
(Just leave space... don’t leave grief...)
(breathe... leave... fade...)

Let Me Slide


Two... old... souls... (souls... souls...)
Spinning velvet, heavy rolls.
One says "Start" — [tape stop] — the other fades,
Backwards breathing, hollow trades.
She walks slow — no shoes, no sound.
He don’t rise, just moves around.
"Try," she hums, like secret code...
He nods once. Already knows. (knows... knows...)

Try...
Knows...
Start...
End again...
(spinning in again... again...)

Are they... love?
Are they... glitch?
Do they... groove?
Or twitch...? (twitch... twitch...)
Every smile...
Like a test...
But the winner?
Never guessed... (guessed... guessed...)

🎶 What do you think...?
(think... think...)
Are they angels... or machines...?
(fake it... fake it...)
Is the soul a silky skin —
Or just... a mask... we’re dancing in?
🎶 What do you think...?
(smooth...? stuck...?)
Is it rhythm... or just luck?
Let that thought...
Drift... and sink... (sink... sink...)

Maybe fate... forgot to care.
Sits with silence... in the chair.
Life’s a kid... too shy to play.
Sun is gone... moon walks away.
Hands stay open... no defense.
Night repeats... in present tense.
One says “stay” — one fades out.
The groove just hums.
Without a doubt... (doubt... doubt...)

Do they care?
Do they act?
Are we real?
Or abstract...? (abstract...)

🎶 What do you think...?
Are we gliding... or we drownin’?
Are we queens... or just the crownin’?
Do we blink...
or... do we chase...?
Tell me slow... no need to race...
🎶 What do you think...?
Would you trade it... for some peace...?
If the groove... would never cease...?
Would you fall... or would you wink...?
If it all was... out of sync...? (sync... sync...)

They don’t talk.
They don’t move.
One plays night...
the other... groove.
Eyes like clocks —
with no design.
Still they float...
in perfect... time.

🎶 What do you think...?
Are we smooth...
or just... afraid...?
Is this lust...
or masquerade...?
🎶 Would you press...
play again...?
If the end...
was just... within...?
Pain... or pleasure...?
Pulse... or kink...?
Say it now...
What... do you think...? (think... think... think...)

What Do You Think? (Dub Version)

Es schnürt mir die Brust, wenn ich sehe, was aus dem geworden ist, was einst das heilige Band der Liebe war. Keine Augen mehr, die sich still begegnen, keine zitternden Hände beim ersten Berühren — stattdessen flackern da Trugbilder über glänzende Scheiben, und junge Menschen hauchen einander Liebesschwüre durch Geräte zu, als wäre das Fleisch überflüssig geworden. Alles ist schnell, laut, verspielt, aber innerlich leer, wie ein hohles Hostienbrot ohne Segen. Und doch spüre ich etwas Weiches, ein heimliches Ziehen, wenn sie einander schreiben, dass sie traurig sind und es gleichzeitig wissen, und wie sie lachen, obwohl alles brennt. Es ist eine Liebe ohne Ordnung, ohne Gnade, aber nicht ohne Sehnsucht. Und diese Sehnsucht, ja — sie ist mir vertraut, auch wenn mir alles andere entgleitet.

Zoomer Love (German Dub Version)

Es macht mich traurig, wenn jemand sagt, das Handy sei wichtiger als der Mensch neben ihm. Nicht wegen des Geräts an sich, sondern weil es zeigt, wie schwer uns echte Nähe fällt. Man lenkt sich ab, statt sich auszuhalten. Früher hat man sich auch entzogen – mit Arbeit, Alkohol, dem Fernseher, dem Sportplatz. Heute ist es eben das Display. Der Unterschied ist: Das Handy gibt einem das Gefühl, ständig verbunden zu sein, während man innerlich immer einsamer wird. Wer liebt, muss hinschauen, zuhören, auch das Schweigen aushalten. Das kostet Kraft. Ein Touchscreen reagiert leichter als ein Mensch. Aber er erwidert nichts.

Love Me Like Your Mobile Phone (German Dub Version)

🎵 Vinho do Porto (Dub) – Unbekannter Künstler
She came to Porto chasing sunlight and wine —
but one glass turned into obsession.

Now she floats in echo...
A voice lost in reverb,
A memory soaked in ruby red.

This is dub for the haunted.
Wine with delay. Desire with bass.
Every echo pulls her deeper. Every beat remembers him.

💋 Red lips, no plan, no name.
🔊 Whispers in the glass...
📍 Still in her blood. Still in her phone.

LYRICS:

I wore red lips...
No plan. No name.
Just chasing sun.
Just chasing wine.

You looked back —
From a glass of gold.
You smiled...
Like secrets never told.

You weren’t just wine —
You were a game.
Played me sweet —
Then changed your name.

Oooooh, Vinho do Porto — sweeter than Bordeaux,
You kissed me slow... now you won’t let go.
One sip... one lie... and now I know.

Touched my tongue,
Claimed my breath.
A velvet crime,
Dressed as depth.

I’m in bed —
But not alone.
You're in my blood.
You're in my phone.

I tried to leave...
Tried to pack.
But darling,
You just pull me back.

Oooooh, Vinho do Porto — sweeter than Bordeaux,
You kissed me slow... now you won’t let go.
One sip... one lie... and now I know.

Vinho do Porto (Dub)

Also… äh, Kaffee und Sauna in Finnland… ja… das gehört da wohl irgendwie zusammen, hab ich mal gehört. Oder gelesen. Vielleicht auch nur auf einer Verpackung. Ich mein, ich trink ja auch gern Kaffee, wer nicht? Aber dass man das da so richtig… zelebriert, mit Aufgüssen und allem drum und dran – und dann noch Kaffee dazu? Also, ich stell mir das ehrlich gesagt ein bisschen komisch vor, da zu sitzen, klatschnass, und dann ’ne Tasse Kaffee in der Hand zu haben. Oder machen die das danach? Oder davor? Ich weiß es wirklich nicht genau. Aber es klingt irgendwie sehr… finnisch. Ruhig, heiß, dampfend, mit viel Stille. Ganz anders als hier. Also ich kann da jetzt nichts Fundiertes zu sagen, aber ich denke mal – das hat da bestimmt seine kulturelle Bedeutung, so wie bei uns… ja… Frühstück oder so.

This is Finland (German Dub)

Ich sag's Ihnen jetzt mal ganz direkt, ja?
Weil mir hier gerade der Kaffee kalt geworden ist...
(langer Dub-Echo)
…und das passt perfekt zur Lage.

Der schottische Fußball?
Ein lauwarmer Schluck aus der Pfütze.
Früher: Bollwerk.
Heute: Gegurke, Rumgestochere, null Biss!
(lacht höhnisch)
Null. Idee. – null Idee! (Dub-Scratches)

BANG!
Hampden Park explodiert —
Doch nur im Traum, Bruder.
Heute klären sie gegen Liechtenstein ins Aus!
89. Minute!
(Delay-Echo: Auuuuus... Auuus...)

Funktionäre mit Ausverkauf-Krawatten
sprechen von „Entwicklung“…
…doch da entwickelt sich höchstens:
LANGEWEILE!
(Synth-Flächen plötzlich abbrechen)

Ich mein, ganz ehrlich...
Da wär ich am liebsten SELBER…
auf den Platz gerannt...
mit kaltem Kaffee in der Hand.
(Reverse-Tape-Swoosh)
Und dann: WACHGEMACHT!

☕ Cold coffee... on the touchline,
⚽ No fight, no pride, no sign.
🧥 Ties from the sale and plans on repeat,
🎤 But all I hear... is defeat.

Was ist aus Hampden geworden?!
Früher: da gab’s auf die Socken!
Heute?
Ein müder Haufen in kurzen Hosen
…der Ball ist heiß wie mein Kaffee –
LAUWARM!

Ich sag nur eins:
Liechtenstein.
89. Minute.
Ball.
INS.
AUS.
(echo: aus... aus... aus...)

Got Banned in Scotland (German Dub)

☕⚽ Cold Coffee in Hampden Park (German Dub)
by Unbekannter Künstler

Welcome to the most aggressive cup of coffee ever brewed.

This isn’t just dub.
It’s a ranting monologue from the edge of madness, echoed into infinity.
It’s Scottish football heartbreak, filtered through German sarcasm and bass-heavy delirium.
It’s what happens when you show up at Hampden Park with nothing but a cold mug and too many opinions.

🎙️ Angry vocals drenched in echo.
🎚️ Dub delays gone rogue.
💥 Breaks that collapse like a back four in the 89th minute.
⚡ Lightning. Stadium chants. Meltdown.

From the whispered intro to the apocalyptic outro — this is football analysis as a dub exorcism.

Cold Coffee in Hampden Park (German Dub)

Mutabaruka Dub Poetry Mix

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"#Mutabaruka (formerly #AllanHope) was born in Rae Town, #Kingston on 26th December, 1952. After primary education he attended Kingston Technical High School, where he was a student for four years. Trained in Electronics, he left his first job after about six months and took employment at the Jamaica Telephone Company Limited. During his time at the Telephone Company he began to examine Rastafarianism and to find it more meaningful than either the Roman Catholicism of his upbringing or the political radicalism into which he had drifted." 
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Mutabaruka Dub Poetry Mix

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