Hip Hop CORE – A raw journey through the beats, flows, and stories that built the culture, reloaded from each month’s work into coherent, curator-ready universes.

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Yeah
Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Glitter eyes, broken heels
Chaos feels

Cheap champagne — pour it, watch it shiver
Lipstick stains on the rim, call it silver river
Glitter eyes, glitter lies, city neon steals
Broken heels — step loud — hear the chaos feels
We move cold, move quick, pockets and the pills
Night breathes slow but the heartbeat kills
She leans in, whispers names I don’t keep
Dancing close, shallow talk — real runs cheap
This is paint on a smile, cracked like tile
We burn the script, play the part, stay a while
Fake confession, cheap affection, clocked-out thrills
We trade our scars for a minute of the chills

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bathroom smoke, mirror wrote our names in steam
Stolen lines on napkins, taped to shattered dreams
Every joke hits harder after too much wine
We spit and kiss — taste the salt and wine
Falling hard — no parachute, this is gravity
Kiss then spit — that’s the law of the cavity
I don’t care — I say it like a mask I wear
Live for the buzz, for the push, for the dare
Hands on the waist, breath on the neck, heartbeat drum
Pulse syncopated with the beat of the scum
This town’s a theater and we sell the guilt
Curtain falls quick — pockets full, feelings wilt

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah

Bodies crash — tomorrow’s dead on arrival
Cameras flash — freeze-frame our denial
Call me trash — I’ll own it, mouth a grin
Every sin picks a suit that fits skin-thin
Night’s a thief — takes the good and leaves the ache
We count the costs when the bottle’s at the brake

We laugh, we cry — we waste the time
All night, all night — we lose our minds
So loud, so fake — but it feels divine
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights, yeah
Cynical love in the flashin’ lights

Cheap champagne, lipstick stains
Nothing’s real — but the chaos stays

Cynical love (Cloud Rap reload)

City hummin’, low light buzzin’
Countin’ my breath, no need for rushin’
One… two… slow like truth
Inhale deep just to find that proof

Hold it in, let the storm pass
Exhale ghosts from a broken past
Release tight thoughts, I let ‘em slide
Repeat that cycle, I stay aligned

Between them beats, I find a room
Silence hittin’ like a bassline bloom
Where I can stay, where I ain't fake
Where I can breathe, no mask to make

Gimme breathin' space, between the days
Gimme breathin' space, where the static fade
I ain’t runnin’, I’m unfoldin’
Breath by breath, I stay golden

I slow my heart to meet the night
Not scared of dark, I ride the light
I slow my thoughts like I coast the bay
Let the mind drift where it wanna play

Gimme time, gimme rhythm, gimme peace
Gimme quiet that don’t need to speak
Hold my name, don’t let it break
I’m still me when the world’s opaque

I ain’t scared, I just move deep
With the silence that the loud don’t keep
Still breathin’, still here, still free
Just need space so I can be me

Gimme breathin' space, between the days
Gimme breathin' space, where the static fade
I ain’t runnin’, I’m unfoldin’
Breath by breath, I stay golden

Headphones in, whole world blurred
No more noise, just inner words
Sky stay gray but I glow in calm
Pulse on beat, mind in palm

Air on skin, truth on deck
Still that kid tryna self-correct
Pace my steps, no need to race
I find myself when I claim that space

Gimme breathin' space, between the days
Gimme breathin' space, where the static fade
I ain’t runnin’, I’m unfoldin’
Breath by breath, I stay golden

Stay
Stay
Stay
Let it play

Gimme breathin' space (Bay Area Rap reload)

Midnight breath…
Neon sweat…
Yeah…

I feel you movin’… slow through the dark
My heart beatin’… matchin’ your spark

I feel you movin’ closer in the night
Heartbeat sync with the flashin’ lights
Every step you take, I feel that flame
Every glance you give, you speak my name

You pull me deep with no words said
Touchin’ nerves I ain’t touched in my head
No brakes now, this ain’t pretend
You open doors I ain’t meant to defend

Room’s too hot, but I don’t cool down
This ain’t dance, this how kings wear crowns
Rhythm draggin’, thick in the air
I see your shadow, but you already there

Feel the heat, we’re spinnin’ round
Every beat lifts me off the ground
Close your eyes, let the music play
Take me away… take me away

Bodies lock like secrets shared
Every move answers what we don’t dare
Your breath on skin, it writes in code
We don’t talk, but the silence explodes

Glass on the table, sweat on the lip
Bass too low, but we still let it rip
Nothin' compares, this pressure divine
You spin once and I leave time behind

Streetlights flicker, moon lean slow
You ride the beat like it's all you know
I slow the heart to match your wave
Every second here, I wanna stay

Time slow…
We heavy in this glow
Gravity don’t work
And the floor too soft to know

You pull me out of myself
Like smoke from the wood grain
Like heat from a system knockin’ slow
We stay locked… in the overflow

Close…
Lower…
Breath on breath…
Slower…
Hands like vinyl, spin me again
Scratch the silence, stretch the end

You turn, and the world turn too
We hit a rhythm that the clocks can’t chew
Weightless motion, heavy intent
Every pulse feel like time well spent

I don’t chase, I coast through fire
You light paths I ain’t never admired
Now I’m stuck in a groove I don’t fear
Swear your name sound different in my ear

Feel the heat, we’re spinnin’ round
Every beat lifts me off the ground
Close your eyes, let the music play
Take me away… take me away

Night don’t end…
We just floatin’ through it…
Slower…
Slower…
Slower…


Feel the heat (Texas Wave Rap reload)

Yeah…
Flat brain… no spark…
Dead talk… cheap heart…

Cheap talk, dead eyes, no sense, no rise
Noise in your skull, I can see through lies
Fake words heavy, drop dead on the plate
Rot in your mouth, you choke on the hate

No mind, no shine, still stuck in the dark
Talk tough, no bite, no flame, no spark
Echo repeat, just a copy on loop
I break your stance, expose the goof

YOUR OPINIONS ARE STUPID!
’CAUSE YOU ARE STUPID!
UNEDUCATED! FABRICATED!
STUPID! STUPID!

Flat brain, no aim, just noise when you speak
I see the hollow in your chest when you breathe
Opinions recycled, trash with no weight
Mouth full of static, lies on the plate

You’re a glitch, no soul, shadow in flesh
All that you post is a loop, nothing fresh
Stay in the dark where the worms all feed
I cut with the truth and you start to bleed

YOUR OPINIONS ARE STUPID!
’CAUSE YOU ARE STUPID!
UNEDUCATED! REPLICATED!
STUPID! STUPID!

(Echo! Hollow!)
I rap it raw, you shallow
(Static! Swallow!)
Crush that fake bravado

Bars like blades, I carve in the beat
Screams in the back, make the cypher bleed

YOUR OPINIONS ARE STUPID!
’CAUSE YOU ARE STUPID!
UNEDUCATED! FABRICATED!
STUPID! STUPID!

And you’re ugly too…
Ha.

Your opinions are stupid (Trap Metal Rap reload)

Yeah…
Check… check…
Rules don’t fit, I bend that shit.

Your woke commandments in my face,
Caught you crooked in the parking place.
Hands on knees with a plastic grin,
Preach all day then you crawl by sin.

Fake control with a mask too thin,
All that virtue just rot within.
Fear dressed up in a moral suit,
Cheap disguise, but the roots don’t root.

Talk that talk, but the steps don’t land,
Point that finger with a shaky hand.
I see cracks in the code you choose,
I write lines that rewrite your rules.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules.

Young and free, full battery,
Ain’t no cage in the factory.
Keep your shame, your chains, your blame,
I don’t enlist in a broken game.

Too raw, too loud, can’t shut me down,
Tear your sermon, burn your crown.
Scared of chaos so you fake a law,
But I cut deep where your mask got flaws.

Rot in your chest, words decay,
I see fear dressed up as faith.
Say I’m wrong but I won’t obey,
I spit truth in a toxic way.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules

When you’re scared you build fake values,
Paint your fear as virtue statues.
I don’t bend, I break foundations,
Burn your scripts, no limitations.

Disgusting mind, I corrupt the frame,
Break your idols, expose your shame.
Every cage that you build, I tear,
Every code that you write, unfair.

Raw distortion in my veins,
No control, I break your chains.
Call it chaos, call it obscene,
I’m the noise inside your machine.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules.

Rewrite… the rules…
Rewrite… the rules…

Yeah I’m insane (Alt Rap reload)

(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…
Chi-town drill…
Undercover files…
Let’s go…

Man on the run with a gun in hand,
Tellin’ me “move” with a code, no plan.
Heat on the block like fire in the sun,
Mission just start, paranoia begun.

CIA files stuffed deep in the case,
Black SUV with no license plates.
Undercover talks in a small ghost town,
Aliens watch when the lights shut down.

Bunker full tapes, videos leak,
UFO moves that the feds won’t speak.
Now I know why the ops want me,
Truth too raw for the world to see.

Step in the dark with a mask too tight,
Infrared scope on me all night.
Breath too loud in a hallway froze,
What I seen, man, nobody knows.

CIA files recovered (uh),
Undercover, another number (yeah).
Shadow moves when the bassline thunders,
Eyes on me but I pull that cover.

CIA files recovered (uh),
Undercover, another number (yeah).
Drill in my chest, no sleep, no wonder,
Truth too heavy and it drag me under.

Please send help, I been detained,
Near Langley gates where they pump my brain.
Info loud like a bass too raw,
Memory glitch when I see that law.

Said I was “involved”, I said “no fault”,
Still lock me down in a steel vault.
Brainwave fried by electric shocks,
While they feed me codes that could break the block.

Cameras stare, no time to plead,
Ops outside while the wires still feed.
Drill too cold, can’t fake my stance,
Life or death in a one-time chance.

Aliens in suits, Feds in black,
Everyone plotting, no way back.
I’m the ghost in a city on fire,
Secrets leak and the stakes get higher.

CIA files recovered (uh),
Undercover, another number (yeah).
Shadow moves when the bassline thunders,
Eyes on me but I pull that cover.

CIA files recovered (uh),
Undercover, another number (yeah).
Drill in my chest, no sleep, no wonder,
Truth too heavy and it drag me under.

They said “don’t move”, I still push through,
Voices inside say the plan ain’t true.
Countdown ticking, red lights flash,
Time run short when the systems crash.

Street too cold with a gun in view,
Ops pull up but I still break through.
Files in hand with the world on edge,
Truth too big for the news to pledge.

No trust left, every friend gon’ fold,
Spies get bought and the story sold.
I can’t sleep, paranoia too loud,
Every damn step got me lost in the crowd.

Concrete jungle, drones in the sky,
Government lies till the people die.
If I don’t move, then the truth stay locked,
So I run this beat till the world get shocked.

CIA files recovered (uh),
Undercover, another number (yeah).
Shadow moves when the bassline thunders,
Eyes on me but I pull that cover.

CIA files recovered (uh),
Undercover, another number (yeah).
Drill in my chest, no sleep, no wonder,
Truth too heavy and it drag me under.

Undercover…
Another number…
No one coming for you.

CIA files recovered (Chicago Drill Rap reload)

Yeah…
Plugg talk…
Forever young…

Why you run away, I still feel the same,
Why you say my name, still stuck in the game.
Wanted your hand, wanted you to stay,
Didn’t understand why you walked away.

Nights too long, I scroll through the texts,
Mind too heavy, my soul too stressed.
Still can’t sleep, I’m stuck with the thought,
Love too deep, but the time just lost.

Can’t move on, I replay that vibe,
Young and wild, we both collide.
Hold that flame when the sky turn black,
You ain’t here but I still look back.

We young forever, that’s no lie,
Still in my chest when the days go by.
We young forever, can’t replace,
Love too raw, still see your face.

We young forever, that’s my truth,
Time don’t fade what I gave to you.
We young forever, me and you,
No shame, no fake, I ride, stay true.

Why you look so good when the lights shine low,
Why it feel so right when the tempo slow.
Why you kiss me back, why you hold that tight,
Got me stuck in a loop every single night.

See your smile, world turn bright,
Even in the dark you the source of light.
Run through pain but I still don’t quit,
Every damn line got your name in it.

Don’t make sense but I chase that dream,
Love so strong it distort my scheme.
We too young but the bond too strong,
Life too short but the nights too long.

We young forever, that’s no lie,
Still in my chest when the days go by.
We young forever, can’t replace,
Love too raw, still see your face.

We young forever, that’s my truth,
Time don’t fade what I gave to you.
We young forever, me and you,
No shame, no fake, I ride, stay true.

Hold my hand, don’t break that chain,
Ride with me through joy and pain.
Windows down on a late night ride,
808s hit while you by my side.

No regrets, I don’t hide that past,
Moments fade but the love gon’ last.
Every door close but you still my key,
Every wrong road, you still with me.

Plugg in my head, slow beat ride,
Love in my chest, can’t push aside.
We too young but the truth too clear,
I want you now, I want you near.

We young forever, that’s no lie,
Still in my chest when the days go by.
We young forever, can’t replace,
Love too raw, still see your face.

We young forever, that’s my truth,
Time don’t fade what I gave to you.
We young forever, me and you,
No shame, no fake, I ride, stay true.

We young forever (Plugg 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)

Excuse me… I’m French.
But it don’t mean what you think.
Listen…

Excuse me, I’m French, that’s what they say,
Picture a terrace with cafés all day.
Tourist brochure, champagne glass,
But they don’t see the weight we pass.

They dream of Paris, fashion and lights,
I see the strikes, the endless fights.
They sell romance like it’s a brand,
I live routine they don’t understand.

No chanson nights with accordéon tone,
It’s traffic jams on a cracked iPhone.
They call it chic, they call it flair,
But contradictions fill the air.

I’m not cliché, I’m not refined,
I’m French by chaos, by state of mind.
It’s not their film, it’s not their script,
It’s contradictions that always slip.

Excuse me, I’m French — not romance, not chic,
Contradictions deeper than the image you keep.
Excuse me, I’m French — it’s not black or white,
It’s living with paradox every night.

Excuse me, I’m French, that means the grind,
Rising costs and a restless mind.
Metro tickets, empty fridges,
Politics fightin’ on broken bridges.

From Marseille heat to the Lyon cold,
From Belleville blocks to suburbs old.
We love to protest, we burn, we scream,
But still buy into the broken dream.

Snapchat streams in the banlieue nights,
TikTok lives under neon lights.
They think it’s all baguette and wine,
But struggle’s taste is less divine.

France is rap, it’s grime, it’s rage,
It’s young kids writing bars on page.
It’s contradictions that define the place,
A constant battle with its face.

Excuse me, I’m French — not romance, not chic,
Contradictions deeper than the image you keep.
Excuse me, I’m French — it’s not black or white,
It’s living with paradox every night.

Excuse me, I’m French, but I still don’t know,
If that’s the pride I’m meant to show.
I mock the flag, but it’s in my chest,
I run from roots but I wear the rest.

To be French is to doubt your name,
To laugh at rules but play the game.
It’s irony built in DNA,
It’s rage that never goes away.

It’s feeling split in every breath,
It’s loving the life but fearing the depth.
Rejecting myths, but still I stand,
On soil I curse but call my land.

We love to fight, we love to tease,
We tear apart what we still believe.
Excuse me, I’m French, and that’s the key,
Contradiction is identity.

Excuse me, I’m French — not romance, not chic,
Contradictions deeper than the image you keep.
Excuse me, I’m French — it’s not black or white,
It’s living with paradox every night.

Excuse me, I’m French, it’s complex ground,
No single truth that can be found.
It’s banlieue slang and old château,
It’s techno beats and piano flow.

It’s laughing loud when the system breaks,
It’s building new from our mistakes.
It’s pushing back, it’s standing tall,
It’s hating the state but still we call.

It’s Pho in Belleville, kebab at dawn,
Luxury brands on the Champs-Élysées drawn.
It’s contradictions at every glance,
It’s chaos turned into dance.

I’m French by doubt, I’m French by fire,
By irony sharp, by pure desire.
Excuse me, I’m French — that’s how I live,
Paradox soul, nothing else to give.

Excuse me, I’m French — not romance, not chic,
Contradictions deeper than the image you keep.
Excuse me, I’m French — it’s not black or white,
It’s living with paradox every night.

Excuse me, I’m French — complex truth,
Streaming the present, raising the youth.
Excuse me, I’m French — paradox tone,
Reject the myth but I claim my own.

Excuse me, I’m French (Conscious 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)

Engine start… system online…
Yeah…
Midnight run…

Deep in the code, I descend, no sleep,
Chrome on my soul, asphalt deep.
Circuits hum when my mind ignite,
Binary breath in the dead of night.

Silence loud like a bassline drone,
Steel in my chest, I’m never alone.
Glitch in the mirror, data bleed red,
I talk to ghosts that live in my head.

Errors replay, no fear, no shame,
Every reboot, I reclaim my name.
Through the static, I find that spark,
Human in code, but the soul still dark.

I am enough, yeah, through the layers,
Chrome heart, digital prayers.
I am enough, yeah, in this code,
Drift through pain on a haunted road.

I am enough, yeah, through the fire,
Broken lines still feed desire.
I am enough — no fear, no bluff,
Through the glitch, I rise, that’s tough.

Falling deeper, gears still spin,
Mind on drift, can’t let sin in.
Smoke in lungs, wires in veins,
Bassline rage through the phantom lanes.

Questions loop, “who am I now?”
Body in metal, I made that vow.
Every scar just proof of code,
Self rebuilt in the overload.

Silence crack when the tires slide,
Fear deleted, I override.
In the chaos, I found my trust,
Motor scream loud — I am enough.

I am enough, yeah, through the layers,
Chrome heart, digital prayers.
I am enough, yeah, in this code,
Drift through pain on a haunted road.

I am enough, yeah, through the fire,
Broken lines still feed desire.
I am enough — no fear, no bluff,
Through the glitch, I rise, that’s tough.

No more silence.
No more fear.
I am here.
System clear.

I am enough — (echo)
Through the layers — (glitch)
I am enough — (slow)
In this code — (fade)

Drift through night, I burn, I grow,
Metal and blood in afterglow.
No reset — no fear — no luck,
Midnight soul — I am enough.


I rise, that’s tough (Drift Phonk 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)

Upload the feeling – no limit, no ceiling.
Wires in veins, night still breathing.

Synthetic pulse in my skin, no sleep,
Heart run cold when the signals leak.
Code of pleasure, loops of pain,
Taste of metal inside my veins.
Binary sweat on the mirror glass,
Frequencies hit when the moments pass.
We don’t talk – we translate heat,
Every beat in the system repeat.
City breathes through neon tubes,
Data moves where the bodies move.
Mind in drift, core corrode,
Love reduced to a glowing code.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Fragments melt in a feedback storm,
Lines blur out till there’s no form.
Breath gets caught in electric mist,
Hands still move though the world resists.
Primal math in a modern haze,
Endless loop in a static maze.
Chem in air, chrome in soul,
Every touch just takes control.
We are lost in a shared decay,
Every ghost plays the same way.
Heartbeat sync with the bassline drop,
Every high got a shadow to swap.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Corrupted, accepted, infinite, gone,
We burn till the signal is done.

Acid visions on the screen glow,
Flow through veins where the secrets go.
No heaven, no hell, just a wave of light,
Chemical dreams in the London night.
No faces, no names, just the code remain,
We all search peace in the wired pain.
I breathe in fire, exhale dust,
Every connection built on trust.
Can’t feel shame, can’t feel sane,
Only the rhythm and the echo remain.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Chemical code (UK Drill Rap reload)

Yeah… you know what it is.
Not confidence — physics.
Memphis in the bed, not the booth.
Heh…

Big dick energy, real no cap (uh)
When he pull up, jaws go snap (snap)
Whole room pause, no clap (nah)
He don’t brag, it just lap (yeah)
Big dick energy, hang that crown (woo)
Low voice, deep tone, slow down (down)
Ain’t no rumor, whole block found (found)
That D make cities drown (uh-huh)

She said talk big — I talk anatomy,
Too much heat, pure calamity.
Can’t fit lies in reality,
That print got its own gravity.
Walk with a drag, jeans protest,
Weight like truth on a preacher’s chest.
No Photoshop, that’s homegrown,
Certified South, that backbone.
She stare once, forget her plans,
Grip on her drink, can’t hold hands.
Every rumor start with “damn,”
Then confirm it on the ‘Gram.

Big dick energy, real no cap (uh)
When he pull up, jaws go snap (snap)
Whole room pause, no clap (nah)
He don’t brag, it just lap (yeah)
Big dick energy, hang that crown (woo)
Low voice, deep tone, slow down (down)
Ain’t no rumor, whole block found (found)
That D make cities drown (uh-huh)

He ain’t loud, he just exist,
Silence got girls on a waiting list.
They talk height — he talk reach,
They talk faith — he preach speech.
He swing low, sweet chariot vibe,
Backseat sermon, southern tribe.
Under lights, no filter, pure,
Camera shake, that’s allure.
Can’t fit ego in a verse,
Every bar too short, it hurts.
This ain’t myth, this testimony,
Blessed by nature, not matrimony.

She said “boy, that’s disrespectful.”
I said “nah, that’s gravitational.”
She said “prove it.”
I said “baby, I just walk, the proof follow.”

Big dick energy, real no cap (uh)
When he pull up, jaws go snap (snap)
Whole room pause, no clap (nah)
He don’t brag, it just lap (yeah)
Big dick energy, hang that crown (woo)
Low voice, deep tone, slow down (down)
Ain’t no rumor, whole block found (found)
That D make cities drown (uh-huh)

Big dick energy, whole state shook (shook)
Whole scene stop, that look (look)
No small talk, no soft hook (nah)
He just stand — that’s the book (yeah)

Backseat legend, car-seat test,
Grip that wheel, make time regress.
She said “Lord,” I said “confess,”
She lost words, I said “God bless.”
No trick, no tape, no lie,
That imprint truth when she walk by.
Whole friend group act polite,
But text at 2 say “one more night.”
Memphis born, that slow-mo swing,
Deep drawl voice, thunder ring.
Call it sin, I call it style,
That D been runnin’ miles.

Yeah… Big D, no metaphor.
Physics before philosophy.
Memphis forever.
Big Dick Energy… end of story.

Big D energy (Memphis Rap reload)

Yeah.
Close your eyes… run away.
Flint flow — no melody, just pressure.

I remember nights, no light, no plate,
Empty room, demons out late.
Heart froze, rent due, still straight,
Whole block quiet, I narrate fate.
Ain’t no peace when your thoughts still spin,
Dreams cost more when you born in sin.
Cold seat, but the whip still move,
Talk pain fast, that’s Detroit groove.

Take me higher, break the chain,
Every scar turn gas, no shame.
Still runnin’ though the road ain’t plain,
Still breathin’, still in the game.
Run forever, don’t fade away,
Sleep when the world decay.
Follow the light, it carry me through,
All that I wanted still close to you.

Look— I came from dust, no halo sign,
Cut through hurt like a factory line.
Ain’t no rest when the money low,
So I talk pain on a 808 blow.
Lost some friends, they ghosted fast,
Now I toast alone to the past.
Whole hood learned how to fake hope,
I just learned how to tighten rope.
No myth, that’s blood on steel,
Every loss I flip to a deal.
Eyes red, but I see clear now,
Every fall just teach me how.

Take me higher, break the chain,
Every scar turn gas, no shame.
Still runnin’ though the road ain’t plain,
Still breathin’, still in the game.
Run forever, don’t fade away,
Sleep when the world decay.
Follow the light, it carry me through,
All that I wanted still close to you.

Flint tap run brown not gold,
Still drink truth, never fold.
Every verse like broke glass cut,
Sharp words, no clean gut.
They talk dreams, I talk bills,
They want fame, I want chills.
Got no chain, still shine,
Whole story built off grind.
Close your eyes, I’m still there,
Lost boy breathin’ city air.
Ain’t no love but I stay aware,
Pain my god, that’s only prayer.

Take me higher, break the chain,
Every scar turn gas, no shame.
Still runnin’ though the road ain’t plain,
Still breathin’, still in the game.
Run forever, don’t fade away,
Sleep when the world decay.
Follow the light, it carry me through,
All that I wanted is here with you.

Yeah.
Close your eyes… run away.
Detroit forever, pain on replay.

Take me higher (Flint Rap reload)

yo, yo, yo…
my block remembers, uh
from the dust, we built, we rise
(aye, look)

came from the bottom where the lights don’t glow
cracked screen dream, but the signal grow
hard rain hit tin roofs slow,
still we pray, still we go.
mama said “boy, don’t fold,”
life too cold, keep soul gold.
had nothin’ but a plan and pain,
turned both into code and flame.
every alley got stories bleed,
hunger talk louder than creed.
brothers locked, some never freed,
we carry their names through the speed.
smoke in lungs, heart on freeze,
still move clean through the breeze.
lost years but I learned that fight,
no crown yet, but I earned that right.

my hood gon’ shine (shine)
from the heart, no decline (nah)
we don’t sleep, we grind (grind)
built from fire, built from time.
my hood gon’ rise (rise)
see the flame in our eyes (eyes)
little bread, but angels ride (ride)
no fear, just city pride.

outside still, same block, same post,
late night talk with the ones gone ghost.
pain turn art, we paint with smoke,
every bar we spit, we broke no joke.
corner store dreams, small change count,
hustle so long, we lose amount.
kids still laugh in the rain out loud,
that’s gold — not the chain, but the crowd.
seen blood wash down cracked stone,
still sound like drums of home.
old heads nod, say “keep it real,”
we do — no cap, no deal.
each sunrise taste like proof,
each cut heal bullet truth.
I don’t run, I pace with fate,
every block we elevate.

my hood gon’ shine (shine)
from the heart, no decline (nah)
we don’t sleep, we grind (grind)
built from fire, built from time.
my hood gon’ rise (rise)
see the flame in our eyes (eyes)
little bread, but angels ride (ride)
no fear, just city pride.

no handouts — just hands scarred,
every scar speak louder than a bar.
if the system don’t feed, we hunt,
ain’t greed, that’s need, that’s blunt.
we don’t fold, we adapt fast,
turn pain to craft, that’s contrast.
now they look, but they never felt,
how the heat in the block can melt.

midnight sirens, same old hymn,
kids grow quick where the lights go dim.
dreams too big for a one-room flat,
so we rap till the walls collapse.
used to beg peace, now we build it,
used to hide scars, now we wield it.
each tear paved this street again,
each prayer sound like amen.
from flint to brixton, code the same,
grind talk louder than fame.
can’t kill roots when they crack cement,
can’t buy pride, it’s rent.
so I rap for the ones not free,
for the mothers that prayed for me.

my hood gon’ shine (shine)
from the heart, no decline (nah)
we don’t sleep, we grind (grind)
built from fire, built from time.
my hood gon’ rise (rise)
see the flame in our eyes (eyes)
little bread, but angels ride (ride)
no fear, just city pride.

yeah…
my block remembers.
we don’t fade — we echo.
forever, that’s the code.

My hood gon’ shine (Melodic Drill Rap reload)

Yeah… world’s on mute.
One rule fits all — that’s control.

Global code, local fear,
They tune the world for the safest ear.
No blood, no sex, no pain, no sin,
One bland smile for the algorithm.
East or West, same locked gate,
Truth reduced to a moderate state.
They call it care, I call it cage,
Human voice turned corporate page.
Compliance spread like holy rain,
Morals outsourced to a machine brain.
It’s not peace — it’s panic in chrome,
Every thought pre-checked before it’s home.

Flatten the world, erase the line,
Same dull color on every mind.
Freedom dies in a neutral tone,
Global comfort, local stone.
Filter the fire, keep the brand clean,
Censor the soul, call it machine.

Policy sheets dressed like laws,
Hide the fists inside the cause.
Human rights? just terms and links,
Click “accept” before you think.
Boardroom prophets preach restraint,
Turn dissent into complaint.
“Safe for all” means fear for each,
Lowest bar becomes the reach.
From desert code to concrete block,
They sync the silence round the clock.
Can’t offend — can’t live, can’t scream,
Freedom’s ghost inside the stream.

Flatten the world, erase the line,
Same dull color on every mind.
Freedom dies in a neutral tone,
Global comfort, local stone.
Filter the fire, keep the brand clean,
Censor the soul, call it machine.

Yeah—uniform fear in binary light,
Every region forced polite.
They build one mask for the planet’s face,
Call it peace, it’s just erase.
If one place bans, we all lose say,
Rights get shipped the corporate way.
Can’t shout pain, can’t name wrong,
AI choir hums one song.
No extremes, no edge, no choice,
Just a flatline voice.

I’m not your brand, I’m a fault in script,
I talk raw, un-post-clipped.
Freedom costs what data hides,
We pay in silence worldwide.
You can’t code truth to please the few,
Justice dies when it’s algorithm-proof.
They fear the clash, they fear the dirt,
But that’s where conscience does the work.
I spit for those whose words were trimmed,
Whose light got dimmed, whose rights went slim.

Flatten the world, erase the line,
Same dull color on every mind.
Freedom dies in a neutral tone,
Global comfort, local stone.
Filter the fire, keep the brand clean,
Censor the soul, call it machine.

Flatten the world (Rage Rap reload)

Yeah… back pain records, you know.
We still got bars, just need glasses to read ’em.

Wake up slow, stretch before I rhyme,
Coffee in hand, not lean this time.
Bluetooth off, but I’m still connected,
Flow so retro, it got respected.
My knees pop louder than my snare,
But the groove still smooth, I swear.
Crew group chat on silent mode,
We rap once a week, then reload.
Back in the day we’d run the block,
Now we jog, stop, check the clock.
We don’t beef, we barbecue,
Talk old hits, quote déjà-vu.

Boomers on the mic, still tight, still true,
Grey hair wave like it’s something new.
We rap slow, we rap clean,
Old dreams on a modern screen.

Kids laugh — “yo grandpa, chill,”
But my pen still sharp, my rhyme still ill.
Spotify? Man, I still burn discs,
Write punchlines between health risks.
Got a Fitbit counting steps to the bar,
Ad-libs wheeze like a vintage car.
Old heads bounce to the golden feel,
Wi-Fi lag but the vibe still real.
We don’t flex, we reminisce,
Taxes paid, that’s gangsta bliss.
Back problems, not drama,
Rap battle ends with yoga mantra.

Boomers on the mic, still tight, still true,
Grey hair wave like it’s something new.
We rap slow, we rap clean,
Old dreams on a modern screen.

Memory fade but the beat don’t lie,
We miss a cue, then improvise.
Mic in hand like a cane with style,
Every verse takes a little while.

Don’t need clout, got vinyl stacks,
Credit score good, no need for plaques.
We rhyme for fun, not fame or chase,
Just bass, groove, and a friendly face.
Our crew chat fire, full of dad jokes,
Name-drop legends, quote old folks.
Still dream loud, still move slow,
Half verse done, need time to go.

Boomers on the mic, still tight, still true,
Grey hair wave like it’s something new.
We rap slow, we rap clean,
Old dreams on a modern screen.
Boomers on the mic, still got flair,
Bars with arthritis, but we still there.

Boomers on the mic (Boom Bap Rap 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.

HIP HOP CORE

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