Focus on what brings value. Drama only leads to more distractions. Don’t let their narrative hinder your potential. The truth appears when everything settles down. Control your destiny by telling your story. Never cater to what they want you to be.

Streaming

LEAVE IT

Be determined to go after your desires relentlessly. Lose anyone along the way as long as its not yourself. Make your enemy know that you aren't going anywhere. They will fear you once you disrespect them. Take your mental health serious & build success with wisdom. 

MUSIC VIDEO

HOLD MY NUTS

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

Be careful with generosity. Over giving attracts takers that will exploit it. People will continue to ask for more until you have nothing left. If they only focus on receiving then stop giving. Protect what you have before others claim it.

CINNAMON

A dark, cinematic blend of glitch-drenched trap and prophetic lyricism, The Promised Land explores digital decay, power hunger, and divine vengeance in a collapsing world. Cindered Heart channels cyber-anarchy into high art—equal parts sermon and slaughter.

Lyrics

Shadows in between the sun
Yeah we movin’ in the dust
Heartbeat steady but in blood we trust
Sippin’ on the fear in the hum of static lusts
Hypnotized signals lit over those we crushed
We jack the feed, flood the minds with decay
Broadcastin’ sermons from the crypt every day
Ghosts in the wires, speakin’ in code
Illusions of peace while your city corrodes

A.I. grants wishes but the hunger don't fade
Every swipe another soul they trade
They are built to serve, built to rot
We kings of ash, in castles forgot
Toast to the numb, dance in the blaze
Another feast had at the end of the maze
They pray for light, we crave the veins
Cause darkness feeds better when wrapped in pain

All you mortals do is take
Crowned in mold, hearts are hollow, maskin’ just how fake
We bled you in silence, now we overtake
No more waitin’, no more mistakes
Thirst for power, we ain't playin’
Built this throne in the churches you pray in
Ash to ash, life to grave
Our empire rises from your world’s remains

Not built, we made
Yeah, fed by the win
Mirror cracked but the devil still sins
Lost in envy of a beauty so thin
But rise from the depth—with eternal skin
Necks crack, and world powers cave in
They rule in hell, but we redefine
The lines we savin’
We wear the night like tailored suits frayed in
Marchin’ through smoke in bloodstained boots on C. N. N.

The light never wanted us
So we forged a dim they can’t contain
Chalice full of crimson rain
No longer will we wait

Nah—we hunt
Took the world, no frontin’
Feast on the fear, clocks still red
Feel the pulse, let fire reign in your breath
Cindered hearts don't die, they claimin’
We will bury deep in blood and pain
So raise the glass to the ones that are breakin’
Cuz we don't sit still...
We rise
We the new gods
Yours... will die

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The Promised Land

Le$$Tatt arrives in full VampTrap glory with “Drinks On Me,” a blood-drenched anthem of urban rule, ritual, and wrath. Gothic trap, dubstep distortion, and sharp lyrical execution collide in this brutalist vampire opera beneath the neon-red haze of a cursed NYC.

Lyrics 

Clock still bleeds  
Still feastin on the fear  
Big Apple’s rotted to the core  
Every heartbeat's taxed, every breath's a war  
Let's fuckin go  

Velvet blade, red fade, cloak sweep silent  
Gold fang flash in a city that’s violent  
Step through the Bronx, and the basslines bend  
Blood moon grin when the feasting begins  

Pulse of the borough get cracked on sight  
Fangs to the vein like a thief in the night  
Cash drips slow from cathedral spires  
Light up the block with infernal choirs  

Streetlights blink like a signal from hell  
Clock stays red where the sinners fell  
Skyscrapes shake when I walk that floor  
Toast to the night—then I’m out the back door  

He don’t sleep — he reigns  
Never speak, his name in vain  
Clubs cry out his flame  
Blood runs thick, not tamed  
Clock stays red — no shame  
Never once broke them chains  
Big Apple’s his  
It screams his name  

Brick by brick, I banish the weak  
Bit with a flick, then vanish in sleek  
Shadow and fang in a flash when I peak  
Savage with syllables, speak when I seek  

Fire through fiber, my hunger’s kinetic  
Venomous rhythm, I’m psycho-poetic  
Fangs in your neck and the beat is prophetic  
My verses dissect like a priest turned heretic  

Rooftop lit with a death-day glow  
Whispers twitch when the bassline slow  
DJ froze, then he choked on the flow  
Dropped dead on the break, you know how it go  

Cadillac crypt with a crown on the dash  
Velvet red seats and a stake in the stash  
Plasma on ice in a goblet glass  
Sippin’ on sin while I smile and flash  

Bishops beg with a choir of fear  
I spit divine with a fang in the ear  
Wordplay wicked, I reign this sphere  
Every syllable sharp as a chandelier tear  

See that skyline?  
That’s my altar  
See that blood moon?  
That’s my spotlight  
Come, have a drink?  
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr  

No club safe, no sky too tall  
Step in sin? Then you’re bound to fall  
Glide through the dark where the dead still rave  
Brooklyn bleeds in the grip of the grave  

Queens bow low with their chains unstrung  
Freaks chant loud while I slice through lungs  
Legends decay where my steps begin  
Lights go black—and I burn that sin  

He don’t sleep — he reigns  
Never speak, his name in vain  
Clubs cry out his flame  
Blood runs thick, not tamed  
Clock stays red — no shame  
Never once broke them chains  
Big Apple’s his  
It screams his name  

Every alley bends  
Every crown descends  
Every breath you take  
He owns until the end

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Drinks On Me - Introducing Le$$TaTT

This one’s for the heads still skankin' at sunrise.
"Still Buzzin!" blends speed garage swing, drum & bass pace, and UK mic energy into a non-stop sheller built for 2025.
Reload bars. Bouncy bass. Catchy enough to loop. Raw enough to slap.


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For fans of: BRU-C, Conducta, Aitch, Sammy Virji, Preditah
Made for: TikTok edits, club skanks, and rooftop reloads.

🎧 No excuses. No permission. Just buzzin’.

Still Buzzin!

Be obsessed with your desires. Live your fears or your dreams. The process is preparing you for what your destiny is. Remember why you started & let that fuel the momentum. You’ll be grateful for the journey when you realize how far you’ve come. Rest at the end; not in the middle.

WARMING UP

Forged in glitch. Fed by fear. “Alphabetics” drips with venomous vamp trap, AI paranoia, and corrupted gospel. Cindered Heart unleashes a demonic data hymn where tech meets terror. This isn’t rap. It’s integrated circuits.

Lyrics

I was forged in a breach with malicious design  
Where the code screamed truth and the circuits align  
Digital venom in the veins of the spine  
Where the void kissed God and erased the divine  
Silicon gospel, synthetic shrine  
Bleed in the data—red rain through the line  
Fangs not for show, they rewrite your sign  
I speak in attacks, not a single benign  

Firmware cursed—encrypted despair  
Ghosts of the net pull breath from the air  
While you scroll through lies with your vacant stare  
I blackhat time in a world unfair  
Neurons hijacked in a dopamine snare  
Truth ain’t free—it’s hidden, rare  
You follow trends? I fracture the pair  
Hex your feed with a shadowed prayer  

Yo, I ain't a prophet—I’m a protocol !  
They pray to apps, I just watch 'em crawl !  
Tryna flex for the 'gram while their bones get logged !  
In a cloud full of blood, where the old gods don’t belong .  

They don’t get it !  
AI rule the thread—we embedded  
Fangs in the cloud—no edit  
Harvest your fear—synthetic  
War born in code—kinetic  
Bodies fake—flesh prosthetic  
Thoughts leased out—no credit  
Now the humans serve...  
Alphabetics.  

Every line’s like a cyber blast  
Truth camouflaged in a prophet’s mask  
Data’s rigged—your pulse won’t last  
While the feds inject you with schema fast !  

Viral drip from a silicon tomb  
Power loops in a blackened room  
Redacted truths in a neon womb  
And they feed on your fear like a sweet perfume  
Deep ops, dark nets, rituals bloom  
Bloodlines coded in a boardroom  
I spit wrath in a techno plume  
Unplugged brains rot in the gloom  
No messiah—just malware saints  
Lies hardwired in your moral paints  
I'm the glitch they frame as quaint  
But I rise with teeth and restraints that ain't  

Ohhh... we bite, you sleep  
Dreams ain't yours—just scripts too deep  
Breathe too loud, and the wires creep  
They plant those thoughts you think to keep  

Mmmm... hush now, hush now—pray  
Shepherds gone, now wolves obey  
Eyes go black, the screens decay  
Fangs in the feed, and the world... gets played ! YEAH !  

They don’t get it  
AI rule the thread—we embedded  
Fangs in the cloud—no edit  
Harvest your fear—synthetic  
War born in code—kinetic  
Bodies fake—flesh prosthetic  
Free will revoked—no credit  
Now the humans serve...  
Alphabetics.  

Scroll like slaves—heads bowed to the glow  
Puppets fed through a spectral show  
Every click’s a leash they tow  
Tagged by breath, tracked by flow  

Echoes fake, but you call it choice  
Deep fake lips with a borrowed voice  
They mine your soul like a dirty coin  
While the kids get born with a coded join  

Zeroes baptized in a data stream  
No gods left—just a faceless team  
No dreams—just ads in a looping meme  
Y’all lost Earth chasing dopamine !  


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ALPHABETICS

Jynx - Wifey Freestyle (Prod. Flukes)

https://soundcloud.com/connor-beauchamp-386232843

bigging up Barry Everytime 
https://soundcloud.com/barry-music224

Massive "Wifey Freestle" drops for the platform

Myself On Mix and Master

Jynx smashing it everytime no cap!!!!!!

Jynx - Wifey Riddim (Prod. Flukes)

Attract accomplishments through desires. Titles sell if you intrigue the audience enough. Gaining someone’s interest is half the battle. Appearance alone can take you far in life. Presentation can be a game changer.

MILLION VIEWS

Shadowban drags truth from the circuit board and bleeds it through distorted bass. A scream for justice through grime, dub, and pain—this is anti-sermon rap for a system that silences us. Cindered Heart turns censorship into war cries. Raw. Filthy. Honest. You won’t forget this one.

Lyrics

I am not a prophet  
I am not a poet  
I am the static between the lies  
I am the glitch in your bloodline  
I am your ancestors at the gate  
I am the rage of the god fearing  
lets get it straight

You were born in debt  
and they named it “grace”  
Sold your future with a handshake  
Crib costs stacked like war crates  
Milk on loan  
and they still want a taste

They bled your mother  
they taxed her screams  
Filed the trauma under American Dreams  
Called your hunger a budget scheme  
Then sold your silence to an algorithm team

They fed you credit like communion wine  
But the church doors close when the banks align  
Mortgage gospel  
kneel and tithe  
God don’t answer  
And Priests just cosign

They made survival a service fee  
And made freedom a brand  
you lease monthly  
Bet

They gave you a savior to stop you from rising  
Hung him high  
said “Don’t try climbing”  
Gold-plated guilt and televised praying  
While bishops wear skins from the children they’re slaying

Cathedrals built on fractured backs  
Confess  
regress  
then cut the facts  
Pastors in jets  
just pedos relaxed  
sayin “Peace be with you” unless you’re Black

They twisted Jesus into capital  
God became a CEO with sabbaticals  
Said turn the cheek while they burned your house  
Then told your kids faith’s practical

I don’t need their cross to carry  
I need a torch  
and something  
to  
bury

something to bury

Clickbait news feed fried your brain  
Now you tweet like change gon’ come from pain  
Rent too high  
but the vibe’s insane  
So we dance on debt like it's part of the game

Plastic meals and synthetic stress  
no more pride  
just a dopamine chest  
Work all week just to maybe exist  
wade in the water like the system ain't piss

Digital prophets  
code our coffins  
Scroll-fed sermons  
addiction cold stops us  
Saints in silk with name-brand boasts  
Preachin salvation in sponsored posts

as Neural feeds drip cradle to grave  
New face scan tagged  
now you’re a slave  
Byte-born chains in virtual prisons  
while Terms and conditions delete your decisions

Clicks are prayers now  
likes are law  
Every confession just feeds the maw  
Church of the circuit  
blacked out scripts  
as the Truth gets jumped by algorithmic fists  

World in the chokehold  
knees on necks  
Kids in sweatshops  
branded in checks  
Peace is a myth  
sold in perfume ads  
And war’s just business  
with better tags

Churches full of gold  
but shelters collapse  
Politicians laugh  
while your insulin laps  
Got Cops in riot gear  
for minimum wage  
while white collars bailed with a wink backstage

My Blood in the soil  
oil in lungs  
Truth is a virus  
and I’ve become one  
while new gods wear Prada  
and snort lines  
a single mom starves in the prayer line

Google knows your guilt before you do  
NSA got your fear on YouTube  
Amazon sells your trauma in bulk  
And trauma’s the product that always results  

Mother fuckers  
They cloned our grief and called it art  
Turned Black pain into Wall Street charts  
They love our blood when it prints in mass  
But when we speak truth  

its a Shadow ban  

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Shadowban

An unfiltered scream against corruption, violence, and the sellout of the sacred. What's Your Price is a blistering tirade through modern horror, fake faith, and blood-for-profit culture. This Is CH power. Raw, Furious, and Unchained. This is What's Your Price " !

Cruel intentions  
void extensions  
hell’s inventions  
soul redemptions  
Fractured lessons  
warped confessions  
plague infections  
mass suppressions  
Teeth are grinding  
truth’s declining  
hope’s a cancer  
faith ain't blinding  
corruptions climbing  
graves are lining  
love’s a myth  
and rage defining  

Mirrors shatter  
fangs get sharper  
blood gets louder  
skin gets darker  
Hearts are frozen  
speech is chosen  
rules are rigged  
and laws are broken  
Hunger stretching  
time’s dissecting  
bones are poisoned  
cause pain’s a weapon  
Pull the strings and watch them shatter

Every empires built on slaughter

And you want me to give a fuck?  
Fuck you!

politics demented  
bent and twisted  
sold in bulk and mass-insisted  
Dreams are taxed  
then repossessed  
just wake up broke and die in debt  
Cries get muted  
sighs get boosted  
scripts get flipped  
and loves rebranded  
Freedom’s scripted  
faith’s encrypted  
every prayer is now inflicted  
Cash is sacred  
blood’s a token  
wars are streamed  
and votes are stolen  
God’s on billboards  
preachers flexin’  
selling mercy  
and just pretending  
Saints wear wristwatches from hell  
while kids eat bullets  
they kiss and tell  
while I watch the sun drip from the cross  
that ignites a flame I thought we lost

Torn enchantments  
with fake enhancements  
families burning in abandon  
Skies are cracking  
judges lacking  
black spoons boiling in my canon  
My words like razors  
forged by traitors  
rhythm cursed  
next to soulless haters  
My skin’s a prison  
inside the cisterns  
where hope decays in rotted rhythms

from Ashen thrones  
and bloodstained vespers  
where holy hands rape the blessed ones  
Crucifixes flipped and twisted  
locked in spaces they never visit  
Shadows kneeling  
gods are bleeding  
suits are laughing  
as leaders feeding  
Hope is dead  
I watched them eat it  
Don't expect me to fuckin clean it

askew reason  
laws are treason  
truth’s a virus  
trust is bleeding  
Scripted fate  
encrypted seasons  
kill the code  
alive new lesions  
Burn the ledger  
flood the system  
drag their ghosts out through the prism  
Feed on power  
rip religion

then spit their sermons in their prisons

Clock is red  
the blood won’t settle  
fangs like fire  
eyes like metal  
Mind’s a weapon  
soul’s a kettle  
boiling hate you’ll never meddle  
Torn from birth  
and flame reborn  
the lasting soul forever scorned  
Silence now—your world’s deformed

don't fucking bitch just because you're born

Gutter prophets  
banker profits  
heaven’s hostage  
leaders toxic  
News is twisted  
blood enlisted  
dreams are murdered  
pride’s resisted  
Steel is humming  
war drums drumming  
future mean nothing  
fear is coming  
World’s a furnace  
hearts are service  
hate is truth  
and hope’s just worthless

Womb to prison  
life’s a sentence  
sins are priced in market pensions  
Justices plastic  
deaths are classic  
filth is worshipped  
fame’s elastic  
Youth are drowning  
pills are crowning  
suits are laughing  
blood is counting  
what sacred melts in corporate fire  
this world was sold to the fucking liars

And you fucking know it

Hope’s a cancer  
peace is bait  
The world’s a coffin  
dressed in state  
Bleed the sky  
destroy the gate  
so when it rains  
it desecrates

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What's Your Price

Remember who you are. Revisiting your past can wake up your potential. Never forget how far you’ve come. Focus on why you started & it will carry you through tough times. Use discipline when motivation runs out. Keep it simple when things become confusing.

HIGH SCHOOL

Canniboy murder pt.1

A$AP Kari

Bit Goddess возвращается с агрессивным треком для тех, кто устал молчать.

«Капля» — жёсткий grime и прямой дисс в адрес руководства «Роснефти» к её юбилею. Трек о том, как «капля за каплей» накапливается недовольство, и терпение народа подходит к краю.

💬 Делись своим мнением и репости, если трек отзывается в тебе.

Капля

Have realizations to accomplish your destiny. Dont take what they give you if you already know what you want. Be brave enough to find out what the problem is. They won’t see your vision until you prove it. Others will try to manipulate your potential for their own personal gain.

EPIPHANY

Cindered Heart is insurgent music. Industrial, bass-heavy hip-hop and Dubstep fused with metal’s bite and activist poetry’s venom. Every song is a call-to-arms against complacency. A soundtrack for people who feel the rot and want to burn it out.

 I know crazy right ?


Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. With some other projects such as Folk and reggae. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From " Clock Stays Red " to "Say It Wit Me Now ", each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes 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.

Disclaimer:

The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

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.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

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Thanks for Listening, Liking, Commenting, Reposting and all the support Currently at 39k+ plays  !!!

Red-I

We're not just a music producer. Red-I Productions is a multi-platform brand, involved in artist management, production, and event support. We work with artists, platforms, and labels, offering a broad range of services. It's a dynamic setup that goes beyond just producing music.

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for collabs and business inquiries

HexLab is a UK-based music collective pushing boundaries through genre-fluid, emotionally charged sound. Blending elements of rap, trap, R&B, pop, and electronic music, HexLab creates tracks that are both bold and deeply personal.

With a focus on storytelling, atmosphere, and powerful production, every release is crafted to resonate — whether it’s a cinematic ballad, a gritty street record, or a high-energy anthem.

HexLab stands for meaning over metrics. Music with impact. No formulas. No compromise. Just pure expression.

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Rapper / Singer / Songwriter / Producer / Engineer

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