Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
Long nights, wide streets, heavy patience
Right now pressure talking plain and stable
Back again, no myth, no fable
Deep focus, solid focus

Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, yeah, stay driven

Step in position, do what you do, understood
Hold steady in the moment, stay alert
Everyone tuned in right now
This moment comes from discipline and distance
Follow the movement as it unfolds

Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
So “Set pace”, that’s my, that’s my

Sun barely up, block already breathing
Heat on the concrete, mind steady reasoning
Came up watching shortcuts crumble under pressure
Stayed on the long road, measured every gesture
Noise never paid bills, silence built leverage
Stacked days clean, every move deliberate
No rush fame, no borrowed reputation
Only sharp math and clear navigation
I don’t drift lanes, I define position
Every word weighed, no superstition
Talk less myth, more real-time proof
Days add weight, that’s undeniable truth
No legend talk, just visible progress
Motion stays calm but the path gets complex
Definition written in repeated form
Not who I say, but who I become

Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my, that’s my
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm

City slow-burn when the night opens wide
Highway lines hum like a metronome guide
I don’t force truth, I let timing speak
Confidence calm, stance grounded, concrete
Pressure filters out what’s hollow inside
I don’t bend shape just to fit the ride
Room can shift, I stay aligned
No panic edits to state of mind
I don’t chase noise or applause reactions
Work stays quiet, results stay traction
What I earn fits the frame I stand
No excess weight in the final plan
Presence solid, voice stays low
No announcement when the numbers grow
Expansion built by staying intact
Not burning fuel just to overreact

Hold that
Stay right there
Say it clean this time
This is direction

Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Set pace, that’s my rhythm
Say “Set pace”, that’s my, that’s my

Hands on the wheel, sight locked forward
No second drafts, every line recorded
I don’t rehearse what the past already said
Edges stay sharp, no corners get bent
What I carry fits my physical frame
No false weight, no rented name
Every action fully intentional
No split motive, no conditional
Masculinity built on stance and control
Standing firm when the pressure unfolds
Knowing exact where the limits stand
Never crossing lines just to expand
Self-defined, no outside stamp
No mirror check, no crowd exam
I live the shape I chose to keep
Wide awake, aware, grounded deep

Steady
Set pace
That’s rhythm
That’s form
That’s self-definition

Self definition

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.

This space is where ideas turn into sound and emotion turns into rhythm. Every track you’ll hear here is a piece of a larger story

Self definition

Terminalose