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.

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

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

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

I slowly woke from dreaming, Still wiping sleep away. I couldn’t help but wonder If my eyes were telling lies— For drifting down so softly Was the year’s first snow outside.
[Verse 2] Then mama called me gently, “It’s time to start the day.” Then mama called me gently, “Come on, get dressed, Mama, dearest mama, Come take a look with me— Will you walk outside together In the first snow of the year?
[Pre-Chorus — new] The world feels still, As if it’s holding breath for us. A quiet magic fills the streets, Turning everything to dust— To shining winter dust.
[Chorus] Look up at the sky with me, The clouds are heavy, full of dancing flakes. I wish that this could last forever, A moment winter never takes. I feel so full of wonder in the first snowfall, 

[Verse 3 — new]
We wandered through the garden, Our footsteps barely heard. Each branch was lined with silver, Each rooftop touched with blur. And mama whispered softly, “Days like this are rare…” Her voice was warm and trembling In the bright and frosted air.
[Verse 4 — new]
A child from down the street came To chase the floating white, He spun around in circles With glowing cheeks of light. And laughing, I remembered How winter feels brand-new— A little piece of childhood Falling all around us too.

[Bridge — new]
And even when the cold grows deeper, I’ll keep this moment close to me. The simple joy of waking early To a world remade so quietly. A memory like a lantern glowing, Guiding me through every year. The first snow always finds me, Whispering: I’m still here.

The First Snowfall

Long time
Long time
Bassline running
Still running
Say her name
Aaliyah
Ask it straight
Did Beyoncé kill her?
Long time
Still looping
Same question
No mute

Where was Aaliyah headed next
Films lined up, contracts set
Not chasing charts, not chasing hits
Different lane, different bets
Where was Beyoncé in that year
Radio locked, singles clear
Pop precision, center stage
Built for scale, built to win
Same industry
Same year
Not the same target
Not the same gear

If Beyoncé killed her
Say the gain
If Beyoncé killed her
Name the lane
Who was blocked
Who was crossed
Who was stopping
What was lost

Different lanes
Different futures
Say it clean
Don’t confuse her
If Beyoncé killed her
Say why
What did she gain
That night
Different lanes
Different futures
Aaliyah wasn’t
In that structure
Bass keep moving
Truth stay blunt
Not every rise
Needs a stunt

Aaliyah moving out the frame
Cinema, risk, long-term play
Not built to loop the same record
Not built to dominate airwaves
Beyoncé building momentum
Singles, hooks, repetition
Desire loop, mass ignition
Different strategy, same division
They say “only one survives”
That’s a simple story line
But before the crash, before the fire
Their paths didn’t intertwine


If Beyoncé killed her
Show control
Who touched the flight
Who had the role
Who calls the shots
Who moves the plane
Who benefits
From that same day

Different lanes
Different futures
Ask the question
Don’t seduce it
If Beyoncé killed her
Say the proof
Say the lever
Say the move
Different lanes
Different futures
Aaliyah wasn’t
Blocking rulers
Bassline looping
Still intact
Facts don’t bend
To after-facts

Bass keep running
No emotion
Say her name
Aaliyah
Did Beyoncé kill her?
Did Beyoncé kill her?
Or did the story
Need a face
Quicker than it needed
Evidence

Different lanes
Different futures
Say it loud
No computer
If Beyoncé killed her
Say the why
If not
Say it twice
Different lanes
Different futures
Two trajectories
No merger
Bass don’t lie
It just repeats
Truth don’t move
At TikTok speed

Long time
Still running
Bassline
Still pumping
Aaliyah
Beyoncé
Question stays
No edit
Different lanes
Different futures
File stays open

Did Beyoncé kill Aaliyah?

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Did Beyoncé kill Aaliyah?

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