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(Get a load… get a load… get a load of my batshit orders…)
scratch
What? huh? yeah…

Get a load of my batshit orders,
Eat the crumbs from my toasted borders.
Put my remains in a mailbox low,
River run red when the reptiles show.

Dip that gravy in the brown sauce pot,
Serve me death on a plate still hot.
Eyes of a pig with a serpent’s wings,
Devil in the grass when the night bell rings.

Crawl through static, dust in lungs,
Beat too raw make the whole block numb.
Fox and hare on the lawn still spin,
Shadow in the dark let the madness in.

Clock strike twelve, hallway froze,
Hands too rough, mask don’t show.
No turning back, the sack too black,
What? huh? what? can’t run from that.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

Voices low when the tape rewind,
Snakes on the lawn still twist my mind.
Serve me pain with a crystal glass,
Life too short so I move too fast.

Crocodiles feast where the water’s black,
Mailbox closed, don’t send that back.
Phonk too deep with a death-row bass,
Ghosts in the trunk make the street vibrate.

Blood on the floor where the echoes hide,
No windows here, no doors inside.
No mercy shown, no chance, no flag,
What you fear most in the black bag.

I’m the glitch in the funk, distortion scream,
Chopped-up loop in a broken dream.
What? huh? what? fill the void,
Static employed while the world destroyed.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

Who? (what?) where? (what?)
Why? (what?) what? (what?)
Loop that tape, let it bleed, don’t stop,
Funk so raw make the coffin drop.

Basement dark with the red light glow,
Southside heat where the lost ones go.
Trunk too heavy with the 808,
World too slow when the clocks rotate.

Skull on the dash with a crooked grin,
Ash in the cup, pour the poison in.
Gold tooth shine in a bloodstain mask,
Every last breath in a black bag fast.

No name, no face, no flag, no voice,
Phonk too loud, no other choice.
From the grave to the street, I spit this hymn,
Ghost ride clean while the night stay grim.

Ride in the dark with a chopped-up prayer,
Funk in the system, death in the air.
What? huh? what? can’t escape,
This the sound that seals your fate.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

What… what… what…
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
(Repeat, chopped, fade out)

What? huh? what? (Phonk Rap reload)

Uh…
Black bag season…
Don’t run…
Yeah.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

Clock strike twelve, hallway froze,
Hands too rough, mask don’t show.
Steps move quick, no time to pack,
Eyes go blind when the sack go black.

Silence thick, heartbeat loud,
Footsteps echo, none in the crowd.
Concrete smell, floor too damp,
This ain’t home, this a cold-lit camp.

Tape run slow, voices hush,
“Talk right now or your lungs get crushed.”
Every breath drag, rope go tight,
One wrong word, you lose that fight.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

No windows here, no door, no flag,
Just heavy breath and the weight of the bag.
No mercy there, no light, no track,
No names spoken, no soul come back.

Shadows creep when the streetlights fade,
Sirens hum but the plan been laid.
Metallic taste, blood on tongue,
Time feel stretched when the night’s this young.

Every step deeper, fate been signed,
Once you inside, leave hope behind.
Black bag tight, silence speak,
This drill code written for the weak.

Hands up high, but it don’t mean save,
Dark so thick like a midnight grave.
Move too quick, get erased off map,
Once bag close, ain’t no gap.

You in the black bag, zip, no chance,
Dragged through the dark, no second glance.
You in the black bag, can’t escape that,
Once you inside, never make it back.

You in the black bag, night goes cold,
Clock hit twelve, that story untold.
You in the black bag, lost in the dance,
Pray for a way but you got no chance.

Black bag…
No return…
No escape…
Learn.

You in the black bag (Drill NY Rap Reload)

Yeah…
This is me… no mask, no filter.

Quiet room, lights run low,
Body the only truth I know.
Breath on skin, heat don’t lie,
Pulse keep movin’, I’m still alive.

Every angle, muscle and frame,
Tell my story without no shame.
I don’t pretend when the clothes fall down,
This is my kingdom, this is my crown.

Weight of my chest, rhythm of veins,
Silence speak louder than words explain.
No disguise when the moment show,
This my body, and it glow.

When I’m naked, I’m not pretending,
This my truth, it’s never-ending.
When I’m naked, I can’t disguise,
All this power behind my eyes.

When I’m naked, I’m not afraid,
This my body, it won’t fade.
When I’m naked, it’s all of me,
This my truth, my energy.

Lines and curves, flesh and bone,
Every detail mine alone.
Touch the weight, the warmth, the heat,
Body a language, body a beat.

I don’t need no mask, no frame,
Every move just say my name.
Standin’ tall in the rawest form,
Storm inside but the skin stay warm.

Hands, shoulders, breath in the night,
This foundation keep me upright.
No escape, I can’t erase,
This my body, this my place.

When I’m naked, I’m not pretending,
This my truth, it’s never-ending.
When I’m naked, I can’t disguise,
All this power behind my eyes.

When I’m naked, I’m not afraid,
This my body, it won’t fade.
When I’m naked, it’s all of me,
This my truth, my energy.

Guess you wanna hear about my dick? (yeah)
Guess you wanna see if I’m thick? (uh)
Guess you wanna know how it tastes,
How it feels when the sweat hit waist.

Talk body hair, talk skin tone,
Talk hard nights when I’m all alone.
Talk ass, talk chest, talk breath,
Talk hunger that don’t fear death.

Guess you wanna hear all my sins,
Every dirty thought I keep in.
No shame when the lights cut out,
This my body, I say it loud.

When I’m naked, I’m not pretending,
This my truth, it’s never-ending.
When I’m naked, I can’t disguise,
All this power behind my eyes.

When I’m naked, I’m not afraid,
This my body, it won’t fade.
When I’m naked, it’s all of me,
This my truth, my energy.

When I’m naked (Melodic Trap Rap reload)

Yeah…
No kings here…
Just ghosts in the code.

No kings here, just rivals online,
Street and server cross the same line.
Blocks talk loud, pixels cry,
Every post a way to survive.

Trust is glitch, blade in code,
Love corrupted, data overload.
Wi-Fi drop in the city rain,
Dreams get lost in the signal chain.

Cameras blink like God don’t sleep,
Every step traced, secrets deep.
Upload pain, stream my grind,
Crown encrypted, but still it’s mine.

Eyes red raw, nights on fire,
Hack or hustle, same desire.
Clouds above, the ground still bleeds,
Hope runs thin through dying feeds.

Fight for the top, never fall,
Eyes on the crown, hear the call.
Fight for the top, never fall,
Even when the world feels small.

Fight for the top, never fall,
Bleeding heart behind the wall.
Fight for the top, never fall,
Even if I lose it all.

Rivals plotting, shadow trade,
Signal cut, whole scene fade.
Passwords cold, faith is thin,
Loyalty end where the wires begin.

Streetlights flicker, city glitch,
Every dream got a hidden switch.
Data moves like a bullet trace,
One wrong step, gone without a face.

No restart when souls get lost,
Every upload got a cost.
Chrome reflections, smoke and fear,
Still I stand, still I’m here.

Blood on screens, cash in hand,
Cyber gods don’t understand.
Throne contested, fight is raw,
Digital crown in endless war.

Fight for the top, never fall,
Eyes on the crown, hear the call.
Fight for the top, never fall,
Even when the world feels small.

Fight for the top, never fall,
Bleeding heart behind the wall.
Fight for the top, never fall,
Even if I lose it all.

You see glory, I see pain,
Chrome reflections in the rain.
Every crown another chain,
Every win another stain.

Same postcode, but I changed core,
I don’t dream of kings no more.
Lines of code, scars of flesh,
Metal heart under human mesh.

Tears in text, rage in tone,
Whole world online but I’m alone.
Every feed another fight,
Every night another byte.

No gods left, no mercy here,
Just rivals feeding off the fear.
Crown keep slipping, but I don’t crawl,
Digital soul, I gave it all.

Fight for the top, never fall,
Eyes on the crown, hear the call.
Fight for the top, never fall,
Even when the world feels small.

Fight for the top, never fall,
Bleeding heart behind the wall.
Fight for the top, never fall,
Even if I lose it all.


Eyes on the crown (Emo Rap reload)

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

Eyes on the crown (Emo Rap reload)

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