Bass slap, hi-hat laugh,
Truth got rhythm — feel that math.

I don’t fake the funk, I let it breathe,
What you see is what I leave.
No mirror talk, no plastic smile,
Just sweat and soul, that’s my style.
If I say it, it’s the deal,
Ain’t no filter on how I feel.

No cap, I’m smooth like that,
No cap, truth where the groove at,
No cap, I talk, I act,
Real ones know — we don’t backtrack.

You want words that match the move,
Body language never fools.
Every beat’s confession time,
You can taste it in the line.
My shine ain’t borrowed, my luck ain’t fake,
What you see — that’s what I make.

No cap, slide with me slow,
No cap, feel what I know,
No cap, we don’t pretend,
Truth got curves that never bend.

Say it twice, make it tight,
Say it real — all night.

No cap — I groove, I show,
No cap — just let it flow,
No cap — it’s real, not rap,
No cap — we talk through clap.
No cap — ride this fact,
No cap — truth intact.

Bass fades, sweat shines,
Truth always hits on time.

No cap (Funk R&B reload)

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.

No cap (Funk R&B reload)

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