Mix Recording-xxxtentacion og mix-with snippets

emo blues (prod frozen)

"Biblical Symphony FREESTYLE" (Feat. OneYungAlex)

Biblical Symphony FREESTYLE (Feat. OneYungAlex)

shawty gonna call me on my phone

i wish you'd call me drunk

Cindered Heart returns with "Ghost Money"—a ruthless vamptrap anthem carved in digital blood. This track won’t stay up long. Glitched basslines, chopper flows, and eerie truths about power and silence. No contracts. No mercy. Just control. Listen now before we vanish back into the shadows...

Lyrics 

Power is faceless. Wealth is nameless.
Control is silence. And I don't waste it.

They print it, I take it, I stack it, I vanish.
New accounts, new names, new habits.
They chasin’ a bag—I turn cash into planets.
I don’t run plays, bitch—I run mechanics.
Tryna read moves? I already rerouted.
Talkin’ ‘bout risk? Your vault’s surrounded.
A.I in the mainframe, silence the sirens.
Kill-switch ready your stocks start dyin’.
Take a loan out? Nah, I just take banks.
Take a contract? Nah, I just take ranks.
Take a company? Nah, I just take names.
Take a country? Nah I take space...
By the time you make a move I’ve already switched lanes, bitch!

I don’t sign, I erase it.
I don’t flex, I replace it.
I don’t beg, I'll invade.
Money moves in the dark and I don’t leave a trace, bitch.
I don’t fold, I drain it.
I don’t spend, I claim it.
I ain't fightin’, I reign it.
No life, no fame—still the stock exchange drained, bitch. Ohhhhh!

Come inside, take a seat, I’ll explain the machine.
I don’t make wealth—I erase what it means.
Your stocks ain’t dropping, bitch, they evaporate.
Your CEO ain't fightin’, bitch, we collaborate.
Kiss of death on a wire transfer, send that.
New shell corp, clean funds, let’s spend that.
They hold the bag while I hold the blueprint.
Power ain’t loud, baby, real wealth is fluent.
Every signature's inked in blood unseen—can’t fake that.
Every check cashed a ghost—watch it bleed black.
You hustle for paper, but you die for a check.
I speak in silence and it breaks an exec!

Ahhhhhhhhh!!

Tell me, what it feel like—
To move money you don’t own?
Tell me, what it feel like—
Stressin’ out for the loans?
Tell me, what it feel like—
Scrapin’ for the dollars like it’s fatal...
I sit back, printin’ money like I’m federal.

You chase money.
I make it disappear.
You want power.
But you still play fair.
Power don’t play fair, baby.
Now run along home, motherfucker...
You got work tomorrow.

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Ghost Money

Key Bump Queen

GOTHIC BLVCK II

⚠️ WARNING: THIS WAS A JOKE… BUT IT SLAPS TOO HARD ⚠️
What started as a meme with the homie turned into a full-blown rage anthem. This track is pure chaos — distorted 808s, demonic screams, and energy that could summon the dead. If $uicideboy$, Ghostemane, and Savage Gasp had an unholy lovechild raised on monster energy and nihilism, this would be its theme song.

Don’t let the meme origins fool you — this thing goes insanely hard. Perfect for TikTok edits, moshing in your room, or just scaring your neighbors.

Stream at your own risk. Viral potential: 100%.
#TrapMetal #MemeSongThatSlaps #SoundCloudBanger #ViralEnergy #SavageMode

Kidd Snooze & EXPO 19  - CUPID FREESTLYE [raw demo]

im fine / im sad

A suicidal moment, a vampire’s mercy, and the rebirth of a street-souled god. Blood in My Ledger is a gospel of guilt, fangs, and fire—where redemption comes dressed in black and vengeance bleeds through every bar. From death wish to domination, this is VampTrap at full flame.

Lyrics

I was down to my last breath  
Said goodbye in my own head  
Gun cold in my palm, mouth dry from the psalms  
Then she came from the edge of the dread  
And I bled  

Now... I'm undead  

Used to walk through the rain with a rage in my chest  
Pain was a blade, now it stay in my vest  
Stained every name that I gave when I pressed  
Now I prey with the fangs, I don’t beg for the rest  
Back then, I was broke, now I’m cold with a code  
Lost soul, but I roll with a cloak in the mold  
Taught wrong, but I learned how to fold what they sold  
Now I hold every death like a debt I still owe  

I was ready for the rope  
Ready for the ledge  
Ready for the end  
Then she bled on my pledge  
Whispered in Latin with venom and flame  
Said, "You don’t die here. You change the game"  

They said I was finished, a ghost in the mirror  
Now I’m sipping on dusk with the devil as dinner  
I buried my name, then I rose through the dirt  
Put my past in a verse and my guilt in a hearse  
Every sin on my skin now a mark of the clan  
Vamp heart pumpin’ with the Glock in my hand  
From the bottom, I bled it—no faith, no favor  
But the streets call me class and the fangs call me savior  

Blood in my ledger, soul in the flame  
Came from the gutter, now ghostin’ the game  
Countin’ the scars, can’t pronounce all the pain  
But I rhyme like a reaper with a crown and a chain  
Dark with the drip, I maneuver with might  
Was a shadow, now sharper than rumors at night  
No savior, no son, just a sentence with bite  
Now I rap like revenge in a suit that’s tight  

Yeah, I lost it all—but I made it mean  
Now I chop through the bars like a guillotine  
They preach love, but I preach law  
And I bite every beat with a loaded jaw  

You think you’ve fallen too far  
Try waking up undead  
Try hearing your own heartbeat  
From someone else’s chest instead  

Taught by the night, Death was murder in heels  
Had class in the trap, made the burden appeal  
She said “Power’s a pact, not a sermon you kneel”  
Now I stack with the tact of a serpent with steel  

Fast forward, I'm calm in the chaos  
Graves in my wake, but I’m made for the lay up  
Glass in my gut from the paths that I paid off  
But I talk in the code that the angels stay off  

Used to dream of peace—nah, dream got taxed  
Now I build on the bones that the silence cracks  
With a click in my throat and a flash in my step  
I don’t need respect—who does when there’s nothin left  

Lost it all in a wrecked apartment  
Bottle of meds and a loaded compartment  
Mirror cracked from the hand I slammed  
Blood on the wall like a vamp in Garland  

Heart on halt, brain on static  
Fate got flipped in a page that’s manic  
Came through fangs with a name so tragic  
Taught me slang, like a joker in traffic  

Now I’m back with a blueprint—barbaric  
Fangs in the game like the tooth been cleric  
Truth been buried  
Mood been peril  
Blood in my ledger I baptize beats in a booth that’s feral  

I was down to my last breath  
No prayers left, just silence and death  
Gun cold in my palm, no tears left to shed  
Mouth dry from the psalms I forgot I had read  

She came from the edge of the dread  
Red lips, black veil, no words were said  
Touched my chest like a cross gone dead  
Then smiled... and fed  

I bled  
And I ain't been me since  

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Blood in my Ledger

this is a one take, lets all pitch together and change the world

my decision (freestyle)

"Came and Went" is about courting death. A requiem for the undead, haunted, drifting, still breathin’ but long gone. A ghost story in rap form, it bleeds numbness, silence, and streetlight sorrow. Life didn’t end, it just stopped meaning something. 

Lyrics

When I walked away that night.
I never really came back, did I?
Veins froze
Skin glow
Eyes low
Still broke
Yeah...

Face look clean, but the vibe say ghost
Eyes like tombs — why I hide, don’t post
Old connect stares like I owe ‘em closure
But I’m fresh from the flame, still smell like coma

Mama said “You cold, baby—where’s your heat?”
Told her “I’m still here... just minus the beat”
Pops won’t speak, just stares at the fork
Like he seen me walk in straight out the morgue

My boy in the kitchen said, “You don’t eat?”
I said, “Only count what drip off the weak.”
Tried nights at the thrift — quiet, worn,
But the clerk said, “You walk like you came back from war…”

Took shifts in silence
Kept my coat on
They clocked my iris
Said the vibe’s wrong
Now I’m cashin’ out in a field full of doubts
And every sigh tastes like blood in my mouth

Still bleedin’ — can’t clock in
No pulse, but I glide like sin
No sleep, just a thick black tint
Say I'm here, but I feel worn thin

Still breathin’? Nah, that’s cap
I float through smoke like a vinyl scratch
Friends all look with a question mark
Like, “Who that man in your skin, in the dark?”

Still bleedin’ — no call back
Nothin real, just pale contacts
Eyes on fire, but the tears won’t crash
And the girl in black still ain’t come back...

This ain’t life
It’s a rhythm with no light
It’s a hunger with no fight
It’s a coffin with Wi-Fi yeah

Still bleedin’ — can’t clock in
“Yo you good?” nah — I bin sinnin’
Heart flatlined, but the wrist still glisten
Fangs out smirkin’ while the reaper listens

Still breathin’? Nah, that’s cap
Real G’s die but don’t come back
I'm huntin in the same streets I lived strapped
Damn, she fed me fate — now I’m stuck in the trap

No safe word for the nights I break
No Plan B for a godless fate
Never see the sun, just a concrete ache
Every breath sound fake like a trap house tape

I got dead dreams in a suitcase zipped
Old friends text, but I ghost that script
Even the moon be changin' sides
So I bleed out those with no honor ties

Vamps don’t dance — we just prowl in beats
Feast on silence and late-night streets
If pain had stocks, I’d own that trade
If death sold merch, I’d rock the tee and a switchblade

No more tryin
No more pills
No more gods
Just these chills

Everyone care but still can't see
It's time I move on, but I can't seem to leave

This ain’t life
It’s a rhythm with no light
It’s a hunger with no fight
It’s a coffin with Wi-Fi yeah

She came and went...
Now I’m still here…
In the space between heartbeats
Haunted, is what my life now seems to be
Cut it


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Came and Went

TRAUMA TEAM

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Prod name (Frozen)

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Cindered Heart is not just a brand :

They are a movement of Vamp sounds, myth, and reclamation.

Emerging after more than a decade away from the industry, Cindered Heart returns with full creative command. Founding VampTrap, a genre forged from the collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. This isn’t music for mass appeal. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine where no faith, no market/sector of Gov, is safe, no silence is pure, and no beat comes without blood.

Behind the name is a one-man legion handling everything from songwriting and vocals to production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Every track is composed, recorded, mixed, and crafted independently, often in a single creative stream that ties melody to meaning and distortion to intent. From the artwork to the merch line to the lyrical content and concept execution, the vision is singular and undiluted.

Cindered Heart’s growing reach includes over 60 releases, international collaborators, and a loyal fanbase drawn to the project’s unflinching voice and uncompromising aesthetic. While the creation is led by a single force, the world is built with trusted allies, artists, visual editors, sound sculptors, and featured vocalists who lend dimension without ever diluting the message.

This is not a brand. This is not a trend. This is rebellion carved in waveform.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon. Intros unfold like rituals. Whispered venom gives way to layered breakdowns. Drops fracture like collapsing temples. The lyrics don’t just rhyme, they reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Blood in My Ledger, every release expands the mythology of a world where vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic rot, and emotional survival collide.

Cindered Heart doesn’t chase fame. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and laces beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good. You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

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The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

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Mike Puke is a self produced artist/songwriter based out of the United States. While Mike has been making music since 2018, Mike has only recently decided to begin truly releasing some of his music. After a small burst of social media buzz in the United Kingdom in early 2020, Mike disappeared from social media as well as music, only to work on his craft in the coming years, making many underground tracks, beats, and albums, only ever played for a few ears. Now in 2025 Mike Puke has returned to the music scene to reconnect with his fans, and to continue making and releasing music.

🎵 GOTH RAP enthusiast | Exploring dark beats & vibes 🌌
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