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Chaos in der grauen Stadt

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[Verse]

Tunnel vision sharper than a blade from a butcher

Carve rhymes in the dark where the rats outmaneuver

Steel wheels screech, that metallic hallelujah

Concrete symphony, bassline sewer



Graffiti hieroglyphs on the temple of the train

Spray cans preach sermons, acid in the rain

Broken turnstiles hum a metallic refrain

Currency of struggle etched in every vein



[Chorus]

Down in the subway, echoes don't lie

Rhythms of the rails, beatbox the sky

No sunlight, but the bars still fly

Subway cipher, where the soul won't die



[Verse 2]

Tracks hum a hymn, ancient gospel of the grind

Carriages of chaos, passengers confined

Backpacks hold dreams, but the zippers unwind

Tunnels hold secrets, past the edge of time



Rats on patrol, architects of decay

Late-night hustlers trade time for the pay

Broken escalators, uphill every day

Life's a crooked train, but it still finds a way



[Bridge]

Chopped voices echo, ghosts in the loop

Keys strike minor chords, dark as the truth

Fingers drum on the rail, rhythm uncouth

Bars sharper than a switchblade in the booth

Subway Cipher

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[Verse]
Steady on the grind, gears squeak, rust moan,
Chasin’ every crumb, stack it high, break the stone.
Dust on my kicks, pavement kiss my toes,
Echoes in the alley where the streetlight glows.

Cracked concrete, dreams seep through the gaps,
Blueprints in my mind, scribbled over the maps.
Rats in the shadows, tails flick like a pen,
Scripting every move till the clock strikes ten.

[Chorus]
Grinding, grinding, never see the end,
Back against the wall, still I never bend.
Grinding, grinding, till the gears all blend,
Pushin' through the fire, call it self-defend.

[Verse 2]
Chain-link fences hum songs of the night,
Siren serenades mix wrong with the right.
Got a pocket full of change, head full of plans,
Broke watch on my wrist, still I’m takin’ my chance.

Echo chambers, whispers bounce, ricochet,
Every word a spark, watch the steel decay.
Paint peeling, walls tell tales of the past,
But I’m etching my name, make the story last.

[Chorus]
Grinding, grinding, never see the end,
Back against the wall, still I never bend.
Grinding, grinding, till the gears all blend,
Pushin' through the fire, call it self-defend.

Grind State

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[Verse]
Streets got a pulse, beating slow like a heart murmur
Corner store prophets preaching, they the block learners
Graffiti scriptures, hieroglyphs on the brick walls
City whispers secrets only heard when the night falls

Sneakers scuff pavement, rhythm of a street sermon
Life’s a crooked cop, can’t trust who’s confirming
Chalk outlines, stories told in sidewalk lines
Dreams caught in the gutter, where the moonlight shines

[Chorus]
Stomp, stomp, feel the ground vibrate
Stomp, stomp, 'til the whole world wake
Concrete jungle, where the lions don’t sleep
We stomp through the struggle, where the shadows run deep

[Verse 2]
Manhole covers steaming, like the city’s breathing
Subway cars screaming, steel wheels never easing
Pigeons plotting rooftop coups, they the skyline spies
While dreams dodge eviction, trying to stay alive

Dollar bills dance dirty in the devil’s clutch
Hunger pangs echo loud, ain’t no gentle touch
Echo chambers of the block, stories bounce like echoes
Chain-link fences hold back hopes, while pain crescendos

[Bridge]
The rhythm of survival, it’s a 4/4 beat
Broken glass symphony, blood stains the street
The city’s got a song, and it’s screaming in pain
But the stomp keeps it moving, marching through the rain

Concrete Jungle Stomp

A grounded record about rent, groceries, pressure, and the mental tax of surviving modern life. No gimmicks — just bars and reality.  Dropping dimes off like charity T'Von dares to challenge the norms of what Rap/Hip-Hop is.

Prod: K-Fresh Music
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W.Y.P.T. (The Cost Of Living)

[Verse]

Cracked pavement, where the shadows creep,

Whispers in the alleys where the secrets sleep.

Crumpled cans, broken dreams at my feet,

Time ticking slow, like a heart that skips beats.



Concrete jungle, where the lions don’t roar,

Just hungry hyenas scratching at the store.

Fingers itch for the hustle, eyes on the door,

Hope’s a currency, but I’m always poor.



[Chorus]

Shadow steps, where the light don’t follow,

Echoes bounce, deep and hollow.

Truth buried in the cracks we swallow,

Life’s a hustle, no time to wallow.



[Verse 2]

Graffiti sermons on the walls of the block,

Preach survival in a world that forgot.

Streetlights flicker, pulse like a clock,

Every tick-tock, another chance gets shot.



Cigarette smoke snakes up to the moon,

Basslines rumble, city sings its tune.

The grind is religion, a hymn we croon,

Living for the dusk, 'cause the dawn comes too soon.



[Chorus]

Shadow steps, where the light don’t follow,

Echoes bounce, deep and hollow.

Truth buried in the cracks we swallow,

Life’s a hustle, no time to wallow.

Shadow Steps

Hdsh Torba – Maidadir(IDO Prod.)

Official Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZWhbgh2_REY
LYRICS:
I don't run around with the tech
Nah I walk around with the fourty card deck
Know a couple brothers that'll DDS spec
Cast a couple spells and that pussy boy dead (yeah this pussy boy dead)
I don't run around with the tech
Nah I walk around with the fourty card deck
Know a couple brothers that'll DDS spec
Cast a couple spells and that pussy boy dead (yeah this pussy boy dead)

Fuck with me you'll get them horns
Can't kill me, I was never born
Fires all I need to form
I don't need Monster Reborn
God damn man, you really need a plan
If you think you be playing toys with the man
I am that, that what I am
And I speak it like, shit, thats what I am

I don't run around with the tech
Nah I walk around with the fourty card deck
Know a couple brothers that'll DDS spec
Cast a couple spells and that pussy boy dead (yeah this pussy boy dead)
I don't run around with the tech
Nah I walk around with the fourty card deck
Know a couple brothers that'll DDS spec
Cast a couple spells and that pussy boy dead (yeah this pussy boy)

Cash on sight, this bitch my fight
Claw spec your height, bit ear like Mike
Don't ask whats right, acid my sight
D Long my ride, trust in my sight
You have the centre of the universe around you
But you think this shit has got nothing to do with (you)
You have the centre of the universe around you
But you think this shit has got nothing to do
You have the centre of the universe around you
But you think this shit has got nothing to do with (you)
You have the centre of the universe around you
But you think this shit has got nothing to do

I don't run around with the tech
Nah I walk around with the fourty card deck
Know a couple brothers that'll DDS spec
Cast a couple spells and that pussy boy dead (yeah this pussy boy dead)
I don't run around with the tech
Nah I walk around with the fourty card deck
Know a couple brothers that'll DDS spec
Cast a couple spells and that pussy boy dead (yeah this pussy boy dead)

I was trying to explain to you, man, that what they pushed off on me is not me
They said I had a great family, and I was the following, and leaders and all that
There was no followers and leaders, just a bunch of kids out on the ranch playing
To me (playing at what?) Playing
You're saying, or being quoted, in the courtrooms of Los Angeles, of saying
The children who came at you with knives are your children
Yeah I didn't raised them, you raised them
You are the ones who kicked them out, you are responsible for what they've done
That's right, Just as much as I am
I'm not very wise too many things, but I am wise to one thing, you know
Whats that? Well I'm not gonna tell you (Okay)

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Neon Riot - German-Language Punk & Electronic Protest

Neon Riot is a solo project blending drum&bass, screamo, rhythmic noise, punk, and more.

The songs are set in fictional totalitarian worlds.  No direct names, just symbols of how freedom disappears, how silence becomes survival, and how identity fades under control.

 Sounds: Punk, Drum&Bass, Rave
 Themes: Surveillance, erasure, resistance, collapse, exile

Neon Riot ist ein Soloprojekt, das drum&bass, screamo, rhythmic noise, punk und mehr verbindet.

Die Songs spielen in fiktiven totalitären Welten. Keine direkten Namen, sondern Symbole dafür, wie Freiheit verschwindet, wie Stille zum Überleben wird und wie Identität unter Kontrolle schwindet.

 Sounds: Punk, Drum’n’Bass, Rave
 Themen: Überwachung, Auslöschung, Widerstand, Zusammenbruch, Exil

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“T’Von is a sharp‑minded lyricist blending Golden Era storytelling with modern grit. A rebel‑without‑a‑cause voice from Quad Cities, he brings true life, soul, and heart into music by turning critique, pain, and survival into manifestos of blood and legacy. Carving out raw, introspective narratives rooted in resilience and late‑blooming ambition, his sound sits at the intersection of soulful production, grounded truth, and a mature perspective rare in today’s fast‑paced rap landscape. Whether reflecting on struggle, speaking on growth, or firing off clever wordplay, T’Von delivers with depth, texture, and heart.”

Emerging from the underground, SLPPSTR is carving out the sound of the next generation of hip hop. He specializes in the high-energy sound of modern rage music, drawing inspiration from artists like Yeat and Playboi Carti. His music is a sonic adventure, characterized by powerful 808s, atmospheric synths, and raw, unrestrained energy, perfect for any mosh pit.

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