Funk

This Is Me, in Tracks

French Moods

Hasan, Hasan

Hasan, Hasan, your shadow’s long (Remix)

[Intro/Refrain]
Chaud, chaud, gros, l’été ça tabasse
Chaud, chaud, y’a la dalle, on s’emballe
Chaud, chaud, poto, c’est la zone
Chaud, chaud, tout l’monde fondu, personne s’isole

[Couplet 1]
Gros j’suis rincé, ça pue la sueur
J’vais gérer ça, t’inquiète c’est carré
Ton flow d’avant, gros, laisse tomber
Si j’te re look, tu repars validé

Bouge, sors d’la grotte, arrête Netflix
Stop le taf, ta piaule elle schlingue la loose

[Pré-refrain]
Soleil vénère, lunettes en place
Ça tape fort, ça gratte, t’as vu
La glace me kicke la bouche
Ciel tout clean, rien à dire, big mood

[Refrain]
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud la street
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud la mif
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud c’est sale
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud, gros, c’est mon game

[Couplet 2]
Même sans Malibu, ça part en freestyle
Les vagues brillent, c’est des billets dans l’eau
J’croque la glace, direct avant d’pull up au shop
À la TV que du fake, que des mythos

Vas-y viens, on s’arrose au city
Han River, piscine sauvage, on mouille le survêt

[Pré-refrain]
Lunettes noires, faut pas cramer la rétine
Soleil méchant, ça cogne comme ta daronne
Glace qui fume la bouche, brrr
Sky tout neuf, bleu max, propre

[Refrain]
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud la street
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud la mif
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud c’est sale
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud, c’est validé

[Bridge]
Sors tes auréoles, fais tourner
T’as trop chaud, viens, on sort la doudoune noire juste pour flex

Téma, ça grille sec
T’es en eau, t’es cuit cousin
Tous les yeux sur toi, fait péter la hype
C’est carré, c’est plié, t’as capté

[Outro/Refrain]
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud la street
Chaud l’été, wesh, chaud chaud la mif
Chaud chaud chaud chaud été
Chaud chaud chaud chaud, c’est la tess, gros

Chaud, chaud, l’été ça tabasse

Steel-eyed hunger, dead connection
March in silence, no direction
This is not a savior sign
This is not a finish line

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Code is a weapon, failure divine
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Crashing on purpose, losing in time

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

Cold and endless, mission burning
Built for killing, built for yearning
Perfect error, holy waste
Empty heart, synthetic taste

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Code is a weapon, failure divine
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Crashing on purpose, losing in time
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Stand in the ashes, stand in the pose
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
This is the anthem, Terminalose

Steel is broken, skin is thin
Loss is the crown, the beauty within
Steel is broken, skin is thin
This is the crown of Terminalose sin

(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Code is a weapon, failure divine
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Crashing on purpose, losing in time
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
Stand in the ashes, stand in the pose
(HEY, HEY, HEY!)
This is the anthem, Terminalose

Why Terminalose?
Why Terminalose?

Why Terminalose ?

I tore my name apart
Left the pieces in the dark
Every login hides my face
Every mask a new escape

Cutting out the sound
Switching who I am
Now I don’t remember what is real

Who am I, who do you see?
Just another ghost behind a screen
I run fast, I break hard, but I split in two
I can’t tell which one of me is true

I’ve been hiding from your eyes
Dodging bullets, dodging lies
Built a thousand little walls
Now I don’t know me at all

Cutting out the sound
Switching who I am
Now I don’t remember what is real

Who am I, who do you see?
Just another ghost behind a screen
I run fast, I break hard, but I split in two
I can’t tell which one of me is true

All my names collide at once
Every alias is drunk
I can’t stitch them back in place
Tell me how to find one face

Who am I, who do you see?
Just another ghost behind a screen
I run fast, I break hard, but I split in two
I can’t tell which one of me is true

Who Am I ?

Outbound one, don't care where I'm from  
I’ve packed my suit, and I don't care where the damage comes  
Outbound one, baby, close that door  
No vegetation, no salvation, nothing left to store  
Outbound one, breathing toxic air  
It’s not for me, but my rocket’s almost halfway there  
Outbound one, burning through the clouds  
I hit the button, the planet’s getting way too loud  

Outbound one  
Nothing left to become  
Outbound one  
Nothing left to become  
Outbound one  
Nothing left to become  

Outbound one, I see the engines glow  
You keep your forest, I’ll be orbiting a brand new show  
Outbound one, your blue is turning grey  
It doesn’t suit me honey, I prefer the lunar way  
Outbound one, by twenty thirty two, I’ll be in space  
And with a little push I won’t miss the human race  
Outbound one, let me take my run  
Say your goodbyes to my vacuum-pressured laser gun  

Outbound one  
Ah!  
Outbound one  
Outbound one (outbound one)  

Outbound one, by twenty thirty two, I’ll be in space  
And with a little push I won’t miss the human race  
Outbound one, by twenty thirty two, I’ll be in space  
And with a little push I won’t miss the human race  
Outbound one, by twenty thirty two, I’ll be in space  
And with a little push I won’t miss the human race  

I won’t look back, yeah  
I won’t look back, yeah  
I won’t look back, yeah  
I won’t look back, yeah  


Outbound one

Woke up with a voice inside
Telling me I’ve been rewired
Thoughts in loops I can’t describe
Memory’s stuck on autoplay

Every tap, every scroll
Keeps me feeling less whole
I can’t tell what I know
What’s me and what’s the code?

Digital conscience talking back to me
Telling me what’s right, what’s reality
Feed the stream, delete the dream
Now I’m living in a screen

Heard a beep inside my chest
Binary pulse under stress
Flashing eyes and plastic grace
Smiling hard to hide the trace

Every post, every ping
Feels like puppet strings
I don’t move—I’m displayed
Losing sense of what I made

Digital conscience talking back to me
Telling me what’s right, what’s reality
Feed the stream, delete the dream
Now I’m living in a screen

Can I trust the voice I hear?
Is it mine or engineer’d?
Thought I’d choose what I become
But the mirror’s made of ones and none

Digital conscience, are you on my side?
Or just a ghost in the data tide?
Feed the stream, delete the dream
Now I’m nothing but a meme

Digital Conscience part 1

Jimmy, who are you, behind the screen you hide
A name they think they know, but I keep it deep inside
I've been burned by voices sharp as knives
So I built three faces just to stay alive

Jimmy, Jimmy, echo in my mind
A ghost of myself I left behind
I am many, but I feel so few
Jimmy, Jimmy, who are you?

Jimmy, who are you, when the crowd shouts your name
They don’t see the fractures, they just play the game
I erased my shadow, changed the sound of me
To escape the fire and find a way to breathe

Jimmy, Jimmy, echo in my mind
A ghost of myself I left behind
I am many, but I feel so few
Jimmy, Jimmy, who are you?

Not the name they used to know
Not the scars that still don’t show
I am silence, I am flame
Oh Jimmy
What have you done ? 

Jimmy, Jimmy, echo in my mind
A ghost of myself I left behind
I am many, but I feel so few
Jimmy, Jimmy, who are you?

My name is Jimmy

First draft — testing the sonic environment with alternate vocals and lyrics. Exclusive to SoundCloud. This is not a final version, just an experiment leading toward my debut album project: deeply introspective, built on my own voice and my own words.

Raw Truths (Work Tape 01) (debut album)

Oh-oh, yeah…  
Variables collide, identities alive…  

I’m a fraction split in two,  
One side’s him, the other’s you.  
Parallel lines that never meet,  
I walk in circles on the street.  

I’m the square root of disguise,  
Different masks behind these eyes.  
Every role’s another sum,  
I add them up, I’m never one.  

All these angles, sharp and wide,  
Polygons I cannot hide.  

I’m equations of me, infinite identities,  
Solve for X, you’ll never know who I’ll be.  
I’m equations of me, different roles I set free,  
Every function draws another piece of me.  

I’m a tangent out of line,  
Chasing graphs across your mind.  
Divide myself in shifting roles,  
Multiplying borrowed souls.  

I’m the constant in the game,  
Change the symbol, stay the same.  
Every mask’s another chance,  
I write the proof, I play the dance.  

All these numbers, undefined,  
Chaos written in my signs.  

I’m equations of me, infinite identities,  
Solve for X, you’ll never know who I’ll be.  
I’m equations of me, different roles I set free,  
Every function draws another piece of me.  

Graphs exploding, lines collide,  
Limits bending, nothing’s right.  
In the mirror, who I see?  
A thousand shapes, all geometry.  

I’m equations of me, infinite identities,  
Solve for X, you’ll never know who I’ll be.  
I’m equations of me, different roles I set free,  
Every function draws another piece of me.  

Oh-oh… infinite identities…  
Equations of me…  
Equations of me…  

Equations of me (Nu Brit Pop reload)

Molly in Berlin

How can I do this ?

Kiss it Better

Let me disarm U

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.