Spend It On You! FT. Huncho159 (Prod. Sonomichii)

Sign a Deal! FT. 3doly (Prod. Zion & Gyo)

SF1 & 2 Zion - Thor Laewe

Produced By #Lusilvio #Vocals And #Lyrics

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zion - i ain't feeling well (quam chinapoet)

Put together a pack with some dancehall mashups I made for my sets in 2025. Added a few older ones from my archives for good measure. 

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TRACKLIST:
1 - RELACIÓN [SOULSHOCK GO DOWN DEH RIDDIM MASH]
2 - GOT 2 LUV U [SOULSHOCK GO DOWN DEH RIDDIM MASH]
3 - FUCKIN' PROBLEMS [SOULSHOCK GO DOWN DEH RIDDIM MASH]
4 - YO VOY [SOULSHOCK GO DOWN DEH RIDDIM MASH]
5 - YO VOY [SOULSHOCK BAM BAM RIDDIM MASH]
6 - GOOD ENERGY [SOULSHOCK PURI TALIBANS RIDDIM MASH]
7 - BBHMM TO THE MAX [SOULSHOCK MASH]
8 - NASTY TO THE MAX [SOULSHOCK MASH]
9 - HARD DRIVE TO THE MAX [SOULSHOCK MASH]
10 - BOASTY TO THE MAX [SOULSHOCK MASH]
11 - BOASTY [SOULSHOCK HUTS MASH]
12 - VOSSI BOP [SOULSHOCK BOASTY RIDDIM MASH]
13 - LET'S DO IT AGAIN [SOULSHOCK BOASTY RIDDIM MASH]
14 - PHAT NA RI NA [SOULSHOCK MASH]
15 - COMPLICATED [SOULSHOCK DAWN PENN RIDDIM MASH]
16 - CELOSO [SOULSHOCK VOODOO RIDDIM REMIX]
17 - BAD & BOUJEE [SOULSHOCK TEMPERATURE RIDDIM MASH]


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Deep in his heart a quiet fire was turning,
a flame that rose with every breath he knew.
Born from a spark that kept its ancient yearning,
a glow from distant ages shining through.

There was a time the waters flowed around him,
a gentle tide that carried him unseen.
From the davak came an ember softly rising,
a secret light that kept his spirit clean.

It grew into a fire ever clearer,
a truth that called him onward through the night,
a whisper like a voice that drew him nearer,
a flame within a flame of guiding light.

Zion, the flame that calls him higher.
Zion, the rising of his soul.
Zion, the never ending fire.
Zion, the name that makes him whole.

He walked the world with quiet steps of longing,
the hidden glow still burning in his chest.
No night could steal the path his heart was drawing,
no storm could take the fire from its rest.

A thousand roads that offered him direction,
a thousand voices pulling him aside,
yet all fell silent in the true reflection
of one flame rising like a tide.

Zion, the flame that calls him higher.
Zion, the rising of his soul.
Zion, the never ending fire.
Zion, the name that makes him whole.

In deepest night he felt the quiet wonder,
a distant oath he never could deny.
A guiding light that split the darkness under,
more steady than the stars above the sky.

The ember grew into a flood of fire,
a power born beyond the touch of fear.
It called his heart with ever growing desire,
a voice that drew him year by year.

He felt the sand beneath his steps awaken,
a path unfolding where no path had been.
And when the waves before him rose unshaken,
they opened wide and let the light walk in.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
through desert winds and secrets of the divine,
each step a whisper of a hidden nation,
each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

And on the mountain crowned with ancient thunder,
he felt the earth fall silent at his hands.
The fire spoke in words that split the wonder,
a law of light that every soul withstands.

He carried down the tablets born of fire,
the covenant that shone through dust and stone,
a truth that called his spirit ever higher,
a guiding voice that claimed him as its own.

For when his soul grew weary on the journey,
and every distant road seemed cold and wide,
the ancient spark returned in quiet mercy,
the light of Zion burning at his side.

He saw a mountain shining with a fire,
a radiant call no mortal could ignore.
The flame within revealed his true desire,
a destiny that opened like a door.

Zion, the flame that calls him higher.
Zion, the rising of his soul.
Zion, the never ending fire.
Zion, the name that makes him whole.

Zion, eternal fire within him.
Zion, the truth his heart recalls.
Zion, the light that will not fail him.
Zion, forever when night falls.

davak

One day will come,
when the ancient sevenfold flame will rise
and pour its glow across the waiting skies.
Not today, not tomorrow,
but that day moves slow and wise,
like a dawn that carries truth behind its eyes.

He leaned back in the dim lit room,
letting silence settle deep and bloom.
The air held still, as if it knew
a hidden word he could not speak,
a quiet pulse beneath the gloom,
an ancient tremor brushing through.

And somewhere in that trembling night,
rose the memory of a man who stood in firelight,
the name of Moses rolling low,
like a distant drum with a thunderous glow.

One night and one day will rise,
and the seven lights will break the veil of the night.
They will carry their fire through the world in need,
a healing blaze, a returning light.
Oh, one night and one day will rise,
and every shadow will fade from sight,
before the warmth the world forgot
but once knew deep inside.

Outside a wandering wind slipped by,
asked no question, breathed no sigh.
It dragged the leaves like scattered years,
and whispered prayers on borrowed breath,
till all that lingered in the sky
was a name Europe hid from its own fears.

A stillness fell across the land,
thick as smoke no door could stand.
And only a few small sparks appeared,
trembling soft, yet gently clear,
refusing to yield to the cold that neared.

And in that fragile, glowing seam,
rose the vision of a wanderer facing a sea
that waited for the strike of destiny,
yes, Moses drifting through the dark,
with revelation burning in his mark.

One night and one day will rise,
and the seven lights will break the veil of the night.
They will carry their fire through the world in need,
a healing blaze, a returning light.
Yeah, one night and one day will rise,
and the shadows will bow to a gentler sight,
before the light the world forgot
but once held warm inside.

Deep in his chest, beneath the hours bruised,
a secret fire woke, refused
to dim, refused to drift away.
It sparked from nothing, a quiet flame,
a shy small spark that learned to stay,
rising through forgotten days.

And in the quiet desert wind,
the echo of Moses rose fierce within,
a solemn blessing carried far,
like starlight tracing back to where all stories are.

From that first small flame, that trembling start,
grew a river of fire inside his heart.
Whole, unwavering, bound to one truth,
a flame beyond borders, beyond old scars,
a fire not meant to wound or sear,
but to reveal what has always been near.

One night and one day will rise,
and the seven lights will break the veil of the night.
They will lift their fire through a world in pain,
calling the warmth of love again.
Yes, one night and one day will rise,
and the cold will fall from every side,
before the heat we almost lost,
yet still remember deep inside.

The Sevenfold Light

He came down from the ridges of Gilead high
With the wind in his coat and the storm in his eye
The world lost its heartbeat, the truth lost its stand
But he walked through the city like light in the sand
A quiet man moving where darkness expands
With a fire in the quiet mans hands

The sky would not open, the fields lost their green
The drought cut the land like a blade sharp and mean
But he whispered a prayer like a warm healing thread
And hope found its breath where despair once had spread
Widows and wanderers rose where they stood
Like an old blues returning the soul to its good

Oh Eliyahu ha Tishbi
Keeper of the hidden flame
When the night rolls in and the stars grow thin
We rise and call your name
From the quiet roads of heaven
Where the sacred winds ascend
Eliyahu ha Tishbi
Come please we beg
Let your fire light this world again

On Carmel he sounded a lone trumpet cry
Telling stone and the sky what they dared not deny
The crowd stood in waiting for heavens reply
And fire came falling like love from on high
Every doubt melted into the earth where it ran
Every wandering heart remembered its plan

He fled to the silence where old mountains sleep
Where the shadows grow ancient and memories keep
Not the wind, not the quake, not the flames wild sweep
But a voice soft and small touched his spirit so deep
Even prophets need moments where mysteries flow
To steady their souls in the still inner glow

Oh Eliyahu ha Tishbi
Keeper of the hidden flame
When the night rolls in and the stars grow thin
We rise and call your name
From the quiet roads of heaven
Where the sacred winds ascend
Eliyahu ha Tishbi
Come please we beg
Let your fire light this world again

Sometimes the night grows heavy and cold
And the blues of the world feels ancient and old
But somewhere a chariot of fire still rides
And a promise long whispered through history abides
The world waits in longing for footsteps to come
Of the man sky refused to return to the dust

Eliyahu ha Tishbi
Walker of eternal light
Step out from the secret shadows
And break the weight of night
From the fire before creation
To the trembling hearts of men
Eliyahu ha Tishbi
Come please we beg
Let your fire light this world again

Quiet Man's Land

BESAME - ZION (DRIPMON REMIX)

In Shushan’s courts where ivory pillars shone,
An orphan star rose trembling to the Throne;
Hadassah, myrtle in the exile’s night,
Called Esther when she walked in borrowed light;
She hid her people’s name beneath her breath,
And danced on narrow ledges close to death,
While Heaven traced her path through foreign lands.

Mordechai taught her songs of Zion’s fire,
Of veiled decrees and covenantal desire;
He whispered, “When the Holy Face seems veiled,
The faithful heart stands armored, never failed;”
“Remember, child, in palaces of stone,
The Hidden One still claims you as His own,”
And exile’s dust concealed her shining crown.

Who walked in when the fear was high?
Esther, Esther, with a prayer to the sky.
Who stood firm when the night was long?
Esther, Esther, holding courage strong.

Haman, dark heir of Amalekite spite,
Cast lots of doom across the winter night;
The Pur fell hard on Adar’s fated day,
To drain the tribes and wipe their names away;
He inked their end in letters cold and sure,
Not fearing One whose counsels still endure,
Who weaves through plots a secret counter-scroll.

Then sackcloth stirred around the city gate,
Mordechai bowed beneath the empire’s weight;
He sent the queen the decree’s bitter word,
And all her house felt knives they never heard;
She fasted three dim days in breathless dread,
Yet rose: “If I must perish,” Esther said,
“Then let my perishing guard Israel’s breath.”

Who walked in when the fear was high?
Esther, Esther, with a prayer to the sky.
Who stood firm when the night was long?
Esther, Esther, holding courage strong.

She crossed the empty air before the king,
Each trembling step a slow, ascending wing;
The golden scepter bridged the gulf of fear,
And all the hidden hosts drew strangely near;
She wove her plea through wine and veiled delay,
Until the second feast unveiled the day,
And named the serpent feasting at her side.

The tree he raised for Mordechai’s disgrace
Became the scaffold for his own dark face;
The ring that sealed the doom his hatred planned
Now crowned Mordechai steward of the land;
A second scroll ran through the empire’s veins,
And armed dispersed hearts on far-flung plains,
Till Adar turned from funeral into song.

Who walked in when the fear was high?
Esther, Esther, with a prayer to the sky.
Who stood firm when the night was long?
Esther, Esther, holding courage strong.

So Purim comes with masks and mortal cheer,
Yet mystics taste a deeper wine each year;
They hear a queen who dared to stand alone,
And made a hidden Name her shield and throne;
They learn when Heaven’s silence veils the sky,
The faithful “yes” still bends decrees on high,
And every Esther crowns the night with light.

Who walked in when the fear was high?
Esther, Esther, with a prayer to the sky.
Who stood firm when the night was long?
Esther, Esther, holding courage strong.

Who Walked In When the Fear Was High

Born in the dusk of Goshen, under empire’s iron sky,
Young Joshua ben Nun watched the whips trace questions in the night.
Chains on his people, but a war-drum in his veins,
Learning how to read the silence in his father’s ancient tales.
Sand in his sandals, rumor of freedom in the air,
A boy in the shadows of a Pharaoh’s proud throne,
Yet the rhythm of deliverance was already calling him home.

G-d who led Joshua ben Nun where the waters part,
G-d of all mercy, steady my heart.
Let me be strong when the dark feels near,
Your hand breaks these walls till the way is clear.

When Amalek came howling, he was first to take the field,
Sword singing time with the staff on the hill.
Moses raised his hands and the battle turned around,
While Joshua ben Nun held the line on the shaking ground.
Then up Sinai’s shoulder, he walked halfway to the fire,
Guarding the trembling tent where the Voice passed through,
Living in the hush between commandment and dew.

G-d who led Joshua ben Nun where the waters part,
G-d of all mercy, steady my heart.
Let me be strong when the dark feels near,
Your hand breaks these walls till the way is clear.

Twelve men to Canaan with the promise in their eyes,
Ten saw giants, only Joshua ben Nun saw sunrise.
He spoke of a land where the fear could not remain,
While the crowd chose tears and the long road of pain.
Forty years of wandering beneath that burning dome,
Yet Joshua ben Nun kept walking as if he’d already seen home,
Carrying hidden harvest from a land called Zion, not yet his own.

G-d who led Joshua ben Nun where the waters part,
G-d of all mercy, steady my heart.
Let me be strong when the dark feels near,
Your hand breaks these walls till the way is clear.

When the old prophet’s days fell thin like desert rain,
A hand on Joshua ben Nun’s shoulder drew the future in frame.
“Be strong and courageous,” the blessing cut clean,
As the glow from Moses’ face slid into Joshua ben Nun’s dream.
Spirit like oil ran quiet through his bones,
The weight of a nation settled into his tones,
Every whispered “yes” grew heavier than stones.

G-d who led Joshua ben Nun where the waters part,
G-d of all mercy, steady my heart.
Let me be strong when the dark feels near,
Your hand breaks these walls till the way is clear.

Jordan stopped flowing when his feet kissed the tide,
Ark on the shoulders, whole tribe on the other side.
At Gilgal’s sharp circle, slaves became sons,
First Passover in the land, under stars of Zion.
Around Jericho’s walls they didn’t fight, they swung and blew,
Trumpets for a fortress till the stones came loose,
Sometimes jazz and justice break a city just by truth.

G-d who led Joshua ben Nun where the waters part,
G-d of all mercy, steady my heart.
Let me be strong when the dark feels near,
Your hand breaks these walls till the way is clear.

Five kings at Gibeon, storm rolled in,
Joshua ben Nun said, “Sun, stand still,” and the day stretched thin.
Spears like lightning, hailstones in the sky,
Heaven played percussion while the armies ran dry.
North to Hazor, south through smoking fields,
Old maps turned music as the borders were sealed,
The land cut like verses, each tribe with a shield.

G-d who led Joshua ben Nun where the waters part,
G-d of all mercy, steady my heart.
Let me be strong when the dark feels near,
Your hand breaks these walls till the way is clear.

In old Shechem’s valley, he called them one more time,
Laid their history on the table like a last slow rhyme.
“Choose this day,” he said, “whom you will serve,”
His own house standing on a straight, unshaken curve.
At a hundred and ten, he folded into earth,
Timnath-Serah cradled the dust of his worth,
And the spirit of Joshua ben Nun lives on in our children today.

G-d who led Joshua ben Nun where the waters part,
G-d of all mercy, steady my heart.
Let me be strong when the dark feels near,
Hand breaks these walls till the way is clear..

Choose This Day

YO VOY [SOULSHOCK GO DOWN DEH RIDDIM MASH]

YO VOY [SOULSHOCK BAM BAM RIDDIM MASH]

Thunder of Zion

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Born And Raised In Brockton, Massachusetts Graduated From Brockton High School In 2002 With A Scholarship To Berklee College Of Music Studied Clarinet And Saxophone With Marilyn Ameduri And Jerry Bergonzi With Sessions With Jazz Clarinetist Dick Johnson. Vocals At Very Young Age Of 10yrs Old Elementary Chorus Through High School Performed Various Solo And Musical Pieces Sung To Large Audiences. Moved To Florida In 2003 And Has Been Playing And Recording Music In Various Of Scenes And Acts Since 2018 I Been Working Towards A Diploma And Certification In Recording Arts And Show Production At F.i.r.s.t Institute Ambitions Of A Producer And Heart Of A Creator.

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