Do it All Again

[Intro]
Didn’t need wings… just your hands.

[Verse]
You lit a smoke, I lit a prayer
Two men, two ghosts, breathing heavy air
Your voice was quiet but it moved like grace
Like truth with stubble on its face

You didn’t preach, you didn’t lie
Just held the silence when I’d cry
No stained glass, no book of psalms
Just callused fingers and steady palms

[Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, don’t let go
You saw my wreckage and held me slow
Didn’t promise light, just stayed the night
And sometimes that’s what saves a soul

No hallelujahs, no white light
Just your breath breaking up my fight
If this is sin, then let it stay
'Cause I found peace your way

[Verse]
I wore the mask, the world approved
Played it tough, but damn—I bruised
You didn’t flinch when I came undone
Just kissed the parts I used to run

No need for angels in this bed
You spoke redemption soft instead
It wasn’t loud, but it was true
The kind of love that pulls you through

[Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, don’t let go
You saw my wreckage and held me slow
Didn’t promise light, just stayed the night
And sometimes that’s what saves a soul

No hallelujahs, no white light
Just your breath breaking up my fight
If this is sin, then let it stay
'Cause I found peace your way

[Bridge]
There’s grace in the way you never asked
For me to change, or hide, or pass
You loved the man, not some idea
And made the dark less sharp, less near

[Final Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, if we fall
At least I’ve touched something at all
No angels sang, no fire came
Just you—unchanged—and I the same

If there’s a heaven, it starts like this:
A steady hand, a breath, a kiss
No holy books, no saints above
Just two men, and enough love

[Outro]
You didn’t save me…
You showed me I was worth saving.

Drag Me to Heaven

Lyrics:

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high 

I broke the roof off of this hoe 
Tie that noose around ya throat 
Feeling shady its just the money tree i planted long ago 

Never lack i watch my back with all the eyes i pulled out slow 
Yung sly cooper u cant see me creepin sneakin thru yo home

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind 

Cutting me deep all those times that you lied 
Talkin to god but he never replies 
Feels like im losing my faith and belief in myself and i dont kno where else to reside 

If you want it then lets get it homie bust a bitch up on eem

Better focus on the mission so we get our paper money 
See my dick under the mistletoe u better kiss up on it 
Boy ikno u never kicked a door quit cappin in yo phonics 

No i dont need more bitches i need riches in my business 
dividends so goddamn high u need a accountant just to finish 
I dont care about my image if it don’t fit it in the picture
All u rappers worried bout a trend im counting up these digits

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high

FEEL THA SAME - bumboi w autrioly (prod. bumboi x autrioly)

I’ve been experimenting with stripped-down Motown progressions—no drums this time, just letting the soul carry the weight.

“Bo Jack” rides that bare-bones swing: raw bars over Motown.

Run it back two ways.

Bo Jack

"Cold Blooded" Dark Old School 90s Boom Bap Freestyle Mobb Deep Griselda Benny The Butcher Type Beat by Globeats


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"Cold Blooded" Dark Old School 90s Boom Bap Freestyle Mobb Deep Griselda Benny The Butcher Type Beat

A cinematic confession from the one who takes every hit so the other never has to feel it.
A high-octane love song built from broken metal, bruised ribs, and devotion disguised as danger.
“Stuntman” is reckless tenderness — a vow to be the shield, the crash, the body, the fall. Explosive, emotional, and unapologetically intense.

Stuntman

A roaring blues-gospel redemption story built from busted engines, burned-out years, and a God who shows up with bare hands and no judgment. “Under the Hood” is gritty, soulful, and unapologetically human — a ballad for anyone who’s ever believed they were too seized-up, too far gone, too wrecked to run again. This is resurrection as maintenance, grace as grease work, salvation as a socket wrench turning in the heat. It runs… yeah, it runs.

Under the Hood

Smokestack dawn chills my ragged skin
Iron jaws scrape where the day begins
That punch clock hum feels like grinding sin
Dust in my chest keeps dragging me in

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Broken lamps buzz above my lane
Steel on steel keeps biting my brain
Crowds move past but the chill remains
Work songs fade into flat terrain

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Night creeps slow on a crooked track
Shadows rise but I push them back

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Buried in this turning wheel

Cocaine Inside My Blunts

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COKE WHITE AMV:
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Produced by HOOLIGN
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Yuh, Yuh, Yuh

Uh, news clips for a shorty boo bitch I'm
Fuckin' dickin' her out until that pussy loosens
I'm a nuisance
Coke White Cruise Ship
And Im up in her mouth until i hit the dueces
Never had needed me when I was
Nevermind
Wanna hit again another Gemini
Ima pick it up and Ima set him up
Probably gonna take another mother fuckin' sedative
Shorty get rid of the cocaine and the evidence
And you better know who the fuck it is
Yea Kick that bitch off my bucket-list
And with your friends I'm stuntng real quick
Mobbed up with the whole clique
....
Yea I think I heard a click
Yea i think i hit his bitch
Yea i think i dicked her out real raw then dipped out real quick
Yea you know just what it is wait you know um who its with
I already got a bag you know that cocaine fill the brim
Yea i really got her up when she sucked me as just a friend
I had really think when she suck me up right here again
....
I dont know what the fuck yo' bitch be talkin' about
Because Im walking in the spot and motherfuckers air it out
We got the silencers on bitch you won't here a sound
Or whenever we be at your door we be kicking it down
Yea put your hands to the sky and your head to the ground
Yea probably dead on arrival
Dead what am I on
Pussy boy be talking but you know we got the sight on
Aiming in between your fucking eyeballs
Pop another xylophone

Yuh, Yuh, Yuh

Uh, news clips for a shorty boo bitch I'm
Fuckin' dickin' her out until that pussy loosens
I'm a nuisance
Coke White Cruise Ship
And Im up in her mouth until i hit the dueces
Never had needed me when I was
Nevermind
Wanna hit again another Gemini
Ima pick it up and Ima set him up
Probably gonna take another mother fuckin' sedative
Shorty get rid of the cocaine and the evidence
And you better know who the fuck it is
Yea Kick that bitch off my bucket-list
And with your friends I'm stuntng real quick
Mobbed up with the whole clique

Sippin Paint outta styrofoam... yea

COKE WHITE CRUISE SHIP (prod. hoolign)

Vorynth isn’t a voice borrowed — it’s a voice transformed.
Not a band. Not a mask. A force.

Born from myth, rage, and the digital void, Vorynth is the sonic avatar of Harry R — a UK-based lyricist forging genre-defiant anthems through fire, grief, rebellion, and healing. Every track is a ritual. Every word is earned.

The sound shifts — blues-rock ballads, punk-charged catharsis, darkwave confessionals — because truth has no single genre.
All vocal performances originate from my own recorded voice — digitally sculpted and reshaped with tools like Suno and Audacity. No voice cloning. No impersonation. Just human emotion amplified through code.

This is music as metamorphosis: expression louder than ego.
Every waveform hand-shaped. Every emotion intentional.

There are no stages here. No pretend personas. Only the art.
I write the lyrics. I forge the sound. I am the voice and the spark that drives it.

△ No gods. No kings. No genre cages.
Just one mind. Many voices. Infinite rage.

Join the myth. Feel the burn.
Welcome to the multiverse of Vorynth.

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Boom Bap Line Cook. Producer. Designer. Gormandizer.

Punchlines | Patterns | Pieces. Always Served Fresh

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Stop tryna be safe and go live your fucking life.

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Rooted in ’90s Hip Hop, Breakbeats, House, and Jungle, Dave debuted with “We Takin This Back” on Planet Break Records in 2009. His catalog now spans Calgary’s Breakz R Boss Records, Montreal’s Monkey Dub and In Da Jungle Recordings, the UK’s Nu Style Records, and Vancouver’s Bass Bong Records - connecting Montreal’s underground to the global stage.

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