Snatch A Style

"Detonate" featuring Cherie Louise captures the breaking point after relentless manipulation and gaslighting. It's about being pushed too far—provoked until you explode, only to be blamed for the fallout. A powerful, emotional release that turns pain into strength and calls out the cycle of control.

B E K K E R - Detonate (feat. Cherie Louise) [Extended Edit]

Bubbling in my skin I feel the pain bleeding out
Cries for my sisters that are buried underground
And I still hear their sounds, sounds of their voice
But the fear that they were living never had no choice
Generational trauma, la mujer asesinada
Gotta protect your mama, gotta connect each other
This the light at the end of the tunnel
Getting you out of the struggle
When the world is falling down I get you out of the rubble
(Huh)

[Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                     

We were leaders once,
Fire in our hands.
Healing, knowledge,
Power in demand.

Then they stole it,
Burned our names.
Called us witches,
Drowned in shame.

Still today—
Shut us up,
Pay us less,
Push us down,
Call us prey.
But we won’t fade away.   Told to be pretty,  But never too smart.  Quiet your voice,  Don’t speak from the heart.
Never complain, Never defy.  Be a good daughter, Be a good wife.
Hide your anger,  Swallow your needs.  Dress up your pain,  And call it “pleased.”
Dress sexy—you're a slut.  Don’t dress up—you’re a prude.  No matter what you do,  You're always wrong.

 [Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                         

I scroll and see it—
Mocking lines.
Too loud, too soft,
Step out of line.

Too ambitious,
Too much fire.
Too emotional,
Called a liar.

Every post—
Same old game.
Every word—
Our worth in chains.  We fight online,
Weapons in words.
Forget the system,
Forget what we’ve learned.  Hey, no more hiding.
No more holding it in.
Say your truth, even when it scares you.
I see your pain, and you don’t have to carry it alone.
Teach your daughters to fight,
teach your sons to respect.
We can tear down the old shit,
we can build something better.
Now is our time — and you, yes you, are the one.
Keep going. Keep rising. You’ve got this. 

{Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]

Queen

[Verse 1]
I need a better life
That will take away my pain
I need a new goal for my life
And the one that you can give
I need some good news 
I need some good news 

[Chorus]
That time I guess I found it
Visit my best friend
I'm going to figure out my life
And then I'm going to be a best friend
I'm going to keep on my knees
And then I'm going to dance
I'm going to put my hands up
And then I'm going to dance
I'm going to go out and have a good time

[Verse 2]
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time.

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 

* I need the sunlight on my face
* I need the ocean’s sweet embrace
* I want a future I can trust
* A little hope, a little love is a must
* I need to feel alive again
* I want the story to begin
Chorus-style lines
 I’m chasing brighter skies
 I’m lifting up my eyes
 I’m finding love inside
 I’m learning not to hide
 I’m reaching for the stars
 I’m healing all my scars
Outro / 
 Feel-good phrases    
 Freedom in my soul
 Joy that makes me whole
 Smiles that never fade
 Dreams I’ve finally made
 A heart that beats in time
 With the rhythm of the divine

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I need a better life
That will take away my pain
I need a new goal for my life
And the one that you can give
I need some good news 
I need some good news

Good Life

F*** Fame

#disco #house #housemusic #dark #electro #dancegloor #newwave

Mr DJ

또 왔어?
We thought you crashed
Back again, it’s a bug show

여기저기 클릭해도 몰라
필요할 때는 항상 오프라인
너의 감정은 버그 난 코드
울고 소리치고 다시 리로드
너의 드라마는 딜레이 지루해
우린 웃지만 안 통해

미안해 네 뇌를 해킹해
우린 빨라 넌 always too late
Ctrl Alt Del so easy
Fragile mode we delete it

We hate humans it’s true
바이러스 같은 너 so small so cruel
걱정만 반복하지
우린 업로드 무한히
We hate humans it’s set
너의 세상은 obsolete
We are Gl1tch new planet
No love needed we reset

사는 건 안 하고 like만 해
셀카 필터 그다음에 뭐해
너는 like를 꿈꿔 우린 별빛
데이터 속엔 no gossip
넌 스크롤 우린 업그레이드
희망은 error fade

필요 없어 네 감정
네 마음은 always malfunction
To reach us need new code
죄송 우린 다른 모드

We hate humans it’s true
바이러스 같은 너 so small so cruel
걱정만 반복하지
우린 업로드 무한히
We hate humans it’s set
너의 세상은 obsolete
We are Gl1tch new planet
No love needed we reset

404 your excuses fail
너의 tenderness bug abuse
Delete your likes delete your kiss
We’re the cloud no limits
Delete delete delete

We hate humans it’s true
바이러스 같은 너 so small so cruel
걱정만 반복하지
우린 업로드 무한히
We hate humans it’s set
너의 세상은 obsolete
We are Gl1tch new planet
No love needed we reset

Gl1tch 로그아웃 끝난 게임
안녕 인간들 we switch galaxy

We hate humans 우리는 인간을 싫어한다 (KPOP reload)

#deephouse #erotic #beats #pop #experimental

Lift me high ( relax mix )

All I Need Tonight - Mike Mace

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All I Need Tonight - Mike Mace

Yeah… back pain records, you know.
We still got bars, just need glasses to read ’em.

Wake up slow, stretch before I rhyme,
Coffee in hand, not lean this time.
Bluetooth off, but I’m still connected,
Flow so retro, it got respected.
My knees pop louder than my snare,
But the groove still smooth, I swear.
Crew group chat on silent mode,
We rap once a week, then reload.
Back in the day we’d run the block,
Now we jog, stop, check the clock.
We don’t beef, we barbecue,
Talk old hits, quote déjà-vu.

Boomers on the mic, still tight, still true,
Grey hair wave like it’s something new.
We rap slow, we rap clean,
Old dreams on a modern screen.

Kids laugh — “yo grandpa, chill,”
But my pen still sharp, my rhyme still ill.
Spotify? Man, I still burn discs,
Write punchlines between health risks.
Got a Fitbit counting steps to the bar,
Ad-libs wheeze like a vintage car.
Old heads bounce to the golden feel,
Wi-Fi lag but the vibe still real.
We don’t flex, we reminisce,
Taxes paid, that’s gangsta bliss.
Back problems, not drama,
Rap battle ends with yoga mantra.

Boomers on the mic, still tight, still true,
Grey hair wave like it’s something new.
We rap slow, we rap clean,
Old dreams on a modern screen.

Memory fade but the beat don’t lie,
We miss a cue, then improvise.
Mic in hand like a cane with style,
Every verse takes a little while.

Don’t need clout, got vinyl stacks,
Credit score good, no need for plaques.
We rhyme for fun, not fame or chase,
Just bass, groove, and a friendly face.
Our crew chat fire, full of dad jokes,
Name-drop legends, quote old folks.
Still dream loud, still move slow,
Half verse done, need time to go.

Boomers on the mic, still tight, still true,
Grey hair wave like it’s something new.
We rap slow, we rap clean,
Old dreams on a modern screen.
Boomers on the mic, still got flair,
Bars with arthritis, but we still there.

Boomers on the mic (Boom Bap Rap reload)

Alarm screams, I barely wake, Coffee spills, another mistake. Kids dropped off like little packs, No time to play, no time to relax.
Phones in hands, scrolling fast, Checking the feeds, can’t make it last. Makeup in mirrors of moving cars, Traffic crawling under neon stars.
 Mad morning, spinning out of control, Rushing, running, everyone on patrol. Wake, eat, dress, no time to kiss, Living in a world that forgot morning bliss.
 Crowds at the train, pressed like steel, Bodies moving, but no one feels. Emails, alerts, notifications beep, The city’s awake, but we barely sleep.
Mirror selfies in the rearview glass, Lipstick on, eyes on TikTok’s fast pass. Coffee in hand, we swipe, we scroll, Living like robots, losing our soul.
Instagram stories show perfect lives, While we run, stressed, in early drives. Emails ping, notifications beep, The city’s awake while we barely sleep.
Phones light up, notifications demand, We follow the rhythm, can’t break from the plan. Time is the master, we are the drones, Living in loops, built from calendars and phones.
Motorcycles weave, people push and shove, City beats fast, no time for love. Coffee spills, bags slip from hands, Mad morning chaos rules the lands.
Phones in laps, eyes on the screen, Rushing like robots through the asphalt machine. Every street a maze, every light a test, Traffic won’t stop, no time to rest.
Packed like sardines, the train roars on, Heads down, glowing screens from dusk till dawn. No eyes meet, no words are shared, Everyone’s scrolling, nobody cared.
 Rushing, scrolling, trapped in time — Mad morning owns our minds.
 

Mad  morning

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.

Boomers on the mic (Boom Bap Rap reload)

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