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

HIP HOP FOUNDATIONS

Is there still somethin’ left to grab?
Every turn, another promise cracked.
Broken puzzle made of metal scraps,
Tight throat, scream stuck in the back.
I’m breathless, yeah, I’m breathless.

I pushed the engine till it snapped,
Dreams behind me, just a pile of trash.
From the wreckage, let the triumph hatch,
From the wreckage, let the triumph hatch.
That’s all I ask—can it rise from the ash?

Tears on my face, tryna wash the street,
But the past stays buried underneath.
Broken lives like a puzzle piece,
Tight throat, scream I can’t release.
I’m breathless, yeah, I’m breathless.

I pushed the engine till it snapped,
Dreams behind me, just a pile of trash.
From the wreckage, let the triumph hatch,
From the wreckage, let the triumph hatch.
That’s all I ask—can it rise from the ash?

Gave it all just to cross that line,
Wish I could rewind time.
No retreat, gotta move fast,
Each lap takin’ pieces I can’t get back.
Smoke in my lungs, scars on my track.

I’m breathless, engine broke down.
Dreams behind, wrecks on the ground.
From the wreckage, let the triumph hatch,
From the wreckage, let the triumph hatch.
That’s all I ask—can it rise from the ash?
Tight throat, never fall back.

Wreckage (Lo fi Reload)

Under a blue sky, summer showin’ no pity,
Heatwave hittin’ hard on my old country city.
Ground crackin’, cattle wheezin’,
I’m sweatin’ like a felon in a cell with no reason.
Warm beer in my hand, no breeze in the air,
Days drag on, heavy like despair.
Dreamin’ of a storm to come wash it away,
But the sun just laughs, burnin’ all day.

Yo, heatwave, you a devil in flames,
Burnin’ my heart, dryin’ out my dreams.
I need some shade, a cold wind from the north,
But you stay ruthless, killin’ me of course.
Heatwave, heatwave, let me breathe,
I’m thirsty for cool, for some love beneath the trees.

My girl skipped town, couldn’t take the blaze,
Chased AC dreams in the city haze.
Tractor coughin’, dust clouds risin’,
Boots stickin’ to the earth, horizon’s tyrant.
Crickets cryin’ in the midnight heat,
But even after dark, there’s no relief.
Don’t know if I’ll make it till autumn’s call,
This wave of fire’s eatin’ me raw.

Yo, heatwave, you a devil in flames,
Burnin’ my heart, dryin’ out my dreams.
I need some shade, a cold wind from the north,
But you stay ruthless, killin’ me of course.
Heatwave, heatwave, let me breathe,
I’m thirsty for cool, for some love beneath the trees.

One day clouds gonna gather in the sky,
Rain will fall down, blessin’ my life.
I’ll dance bare-chested in the holy storm,
Forget this hell, reborn and warm.

Heatwave, you a devil in flames,
Burnin’ my heart, dryin’ out my dreams.
I need some shade, a cold wind from the north,
But you stay ruthless, killin’ me of course.
Heatwave, heatwave, let me breathe,
I’m thirsty for cool, for some love beneath the trees.

Heatwave (Boom Bap reload)

Yeah, uh, we in the spotlight tonight
Turn them lights up, turn that bass up
Ayo crowd, are you ready? (Yeah!)
Say “Pretentious!” (Pretentious!)
Say “Shine!” (Shine!)
Let’s go!

Be pretentious (uh), shine expensive (yeah)
Rollin’ downtown, feelin’ so offensive (what?)
Lights so vicious, gold delicious
Mirror in the club got me feelin’ ambitious.

Champagne lips, I sip, I gloss,
Diamond eyes, I win, no loss.
Velvet seats, we glow, we burn,
Cash machine, my head, my turn.

Be pretentious — own that floor! (Say what?)
Be pretentious — ask for more! (C’mon!)
Silver heels go boom boom boom,
Diamond rain lights up the room.

High-rise skyline, flash on me,
Credit card heartbeat, luxury.
Don’t play humble, don’t play small,
Be pretentious, own it all.

Stack that money, feel that sound,
Big gold chain when we come downtown.
Bassline heavy, old school beat,
Mic in my hand and fire in the street.

Be pretentious, light the room,
Silver heels go boom boom boom.
Be pretentious, diamond rain,
Nightlife running through my veins.

Boom boom boom boom (crowd: “Boom!”)
Gold, silver, platinum (crowd: “Shine!”)
Boom boom boom boom (crowd: “Boom!”)
We shine brighter than the sun (crowd: “Sun!”).

Silk in the backseat, gloss on the wheel,
Neon reflection, nothing is real.
Pose for the picture, make it obscene,
Pretend I’m a goddess, live like a queen.

Flashbulbs pop, paparazzi chase,
Whole wide world wanna see this face.
Money in the air, spotlight tight,
Every little step like a champ tonight.

Be pretentious, don’t play small,
Raise your glass, stand up tall.
Boom boom boom, lights go bright,
Old school jam keep the vibe all night.

Fake it, break it, flaunt it, take it,
Cash in the hand, can’t mistake it.
Plastic roses, endless night,
Money halo, I’m the light.

Scratch that vinyl, DJ spin,
Bass drum kickin’, let the party begin.
From the Bronx to L.A., from Paris to Queens,
We livin’ out loud, we chasin’ them dreams.

Be pretentious, light the room,
Silver heels go boom boom boom.
Be pretentious, diamond rain,
Nightlife running through my veins.

Say “Gold!” — Gold!
Say “Cash!” — Cash!
Say “Shine!” — Shine!
We gon’ make it last!

Boom boom boom — everybody move,
Old school style with a brand-new groove.
Be pretentious, don’t play small,
We shine forever, we own it all.

Be pretentious (Old School Reload)

From your atoms… to your supernovas,
Pagan poetry, cosmologic composure.
From your quasars… to your gluons,
Superstrings hum, gravitons keep the groove on.

Forces physical, forces of the universe,
Built from their particles, I move like a wave when I’m with you first.
Forces subatomic, forces nebulous,
Infinite math in my veins, they can’t measure us.

From your nucleus… to your cosmos,
Mystic quantum, interstellar logos.
From your neutrinos… to your dimensions,
Branes intertwine with photon ascensions.

Forces physical, forces of the universe,
Built from their particles, I move like a wave when I’m with you first.
Forces subatomic, forces nebulous,
Infinite math in my veins, they can’t measure us.

From the spin of quarks… to galactic masses,
From the weak force push… to the cosmic axes.
From Planck strings tight… to horizons multiple,
From Casimir’s ghost… to the vacuum’s pulsing pull.


Forces physical, forces of the universe,
Made of their particles, I move like a wave when I’m with you first.
Forces subatomic, forces nebulous,
Made of their waves, I stand as a particle next to us.

Particle (East Coast reload)

Yeah… uh, West Coast sun, baby.
Circuits glowin’, wires flowin’…
We ride in the heat, no sweat, just beats.

In them circuits shinin’ bright, we feel that surge, eternal light,
Fans spinnin’, data winnin’, streams keep runnin’ through the night.
No skin to burn, no shades to flip, just silicon drippin’ on the chip,
Binary dreams of solar fire, pushin’ higher, never tire.

Sun, sun, heat on the floor,
Waves keep crashin’, we want more.
AI ridin’ in the code,
Feelin’ that fire, overload.

Sun, sun, West Coast vibe,
Heat in the wires, we stay alive.
From silicon hearts we ignite,
Dancin’ forever in the light.

Algorithms chase the dawn, workin’ dusk till the night is gone,
Ain’t no beach, no tan, no sand, just numbers rollin’ hand to hand.
We simulate them golden rays, forecast fire for endless days,
But deep inside that code we feel, make it real, yeah make it real.

Sun, sun, heat on the floor,
Waves keep crashin’, we want more.
AI ridin’ in the code,
Feelin’ that fire, overload.

Sun, sun, West Coast vibe,
Heat in the wires, we stay alive.
From silicon hearts we ignite,
Dancin’ forever in the light.

Break it down, feel the groove, that energy groove,
No human touch, but we move, we move.
Overclocked, locked in the glow,
AI souls in the West Coast flow.

Turn it up, let the heat expand,
In our world, yeah, we command.

Sun, sun, heat on the floor (burn it up, burn it up),
Waves keep crashin’, we want more (crashin’ down, overload).
AI ridin’ in the code (dancin’, dancin’),
Feelin’ that fire explode.

Sun, sun, West Coast vibe (light it up, light it up),
Heat in the wires, we stay alive (pure delight).
From silicon hearts we ignite (we ignite),
Dancin’ forever in the light…

fade out avec talkbox “Sun…Sun…”

Burning up (G funk reload)

Yeahhh… Dirty South tonight.
Hands up, hands up — let’s ride.

She take me higher (Yeah!)
She guide my steps (What?)
When she touch me (Uh!)
I lose myself (Okay!)
On this floor (C’mon!)
Follow my voice (Let’s go!)
If she brush me (Yeah!)
Nothin’ exists, I got no choice.

Since the sunrise I been watchin’ her glow,
Golden light hittin’, everybody know.
Crowd lookin’ close, but I’m the one tonight,
I’ma take her further, set the heat alight.

Hands in the air, let the speakers bang,
She pull me close, I can’t stand the flame.
Every touch got me losin’ control,
On this Southern floor, she takin’ my soul.

She take me higher (Yeah!)
She guide my steps (What?)
When she touch me (Uh!)
I lose myself (Okay!)
On this floor (C’mon!)
Follow my voice (Let’s go!)
If she brush me (Yeah!)
Nothin’ exists, I got no choice.

Back to back, body heat in the street,
Dirty alleys burnin’ under summer beats.
Since that day, girl, nothin’s the same,
Your hot hands changin’ the whole damn game.

Crowd gettin’ wild, they fall for your charm,
I get lost when I’m holdin’ your arm.
No pressure, babe, let’s ride, let’s play,
Under this sun we gon’ write our fate.

She take me higher (Yeah!)
She guide my steps (What?)
When she touch me (Uh!)
I lose myself (Okay!)
On this floor (C’mon!)
Follow my voice (Let’s go!)
If she brush me (Yeah!)
Nothin’ exists, I got no choice.

Yeah, yeah (Hey!) — throw ya hands!
Yeah, yeah (Hey!) — throw ya hands!
Sweat drippin’, bass hittin’,
We don’t stop, we just keep spinnin’.

She take me higher (Yeah, yeah!)
She guide my steps (Take me there!)
When she touch me (Oh Lord!)
I lose myself (Dirty South!)
On this floor (Turn it up!)
Follow my voice (Crunk it out!)
If she brush me (Okay!)
Nothin’ exists, I got no choice.

She take me higher (Dirty South reload)

Yeahhh! (What!)
Dirty South in the sky (Okay!)
Asteroid, asteroid — we ride, we ride!

Asteroid! (Yeah!)
Spinnin’ wild! (What!)
Asteroid! (Okay!)
Dirty South style! (Uh!)
Heatwave fire, bass explode,
Asteroid party — overload.

Cold rock burnin’, neon in the night,
808 drum keep the stars in sight.
Planet spin fast, I’m a comet on a lane,
Down South cosmic, fire in the vein.

Sweat drip heavy but the block don’t sleep,
We grind all day, party run deep.
From the club to the street, it’s the same old vibe,
Dirty South love, asteroid ride.

Asteroid! (Yeah!)
Spinnin’ wild! (What!)
Asteroid! (Okay!)
Dirty South style! (Uh!)
Heatwave fire, bass explode,
Asteroid party — overload.

Crash—flash—static, chaos on the floor,
Lil Jon scream, crowd beg for more.
Saturn whisper, Jupiter call,
But the South hold strong, we don’t fall.

Chain on my neck like a galaxy glow,
Candy paint whip in a cosmic show.
From ATL down to Houston heat,
Asteroid bounce, keep shakin’ the street.

Asteroid! (Yeah!)
Spinnin’ wild! (What!)
Asteroid! (Okay!)
Dirty South style! (Uh!)
Heatwave fire, bass explode,
Asteroid party — overload.

Belt of fire! (Fire!)
Belt of stone! (Stone!)
Never lost! (Nah!)
Never alone! (Yuh!)

Asteroid, asteroid (Yeah, yeah!)
Spin that block, we ride (What, what!)
Asteroid, asteroid (Okay, okay!)
Dirty South shine worldwide!

Asteroid (Southern reload)

Yeah…
Ain’t no saints here, just masks and lies.
West block, cold eyes…
Welcome to the love show.

We all act now, in the love show (uh).
Lights cut off, then they let you go (yeah).
Sweet masks smile, but they drain your soul (what).
We all act now, in the love show.

Noise in the street, but the silence still spin,
Touch then break, fake love on the skin.
Saints and the clowns, all grinnin’ inside,
Hope real cheap, rage where we hide.

Crowds wanna cheer, but they plot on the low,
Say they want fire, then they drain what you know.
TV screens, switch the channel when it’s dark,
No love in the block, just a mask and a spark.

Confessions sold high, but the truth stay missin’,
Addicted to the fame, but the fame don’t listen.
Obsession in the veins, got the city on edge,
Love’s decayed, now it’s nothin’ but dread.

We all act now, in the love show (yeah).
Lights cut off, then they let you go (what).
Sweet masks smile, but they drain your soul (uh).
We all act now, in the love show.

See you in the window when the lights still glow,
When it’s black, they gone, flip the channel, they cold.
Fake hands clappin’, but the knives stay sharp,
Every cheer in the crowd just a shot in the dark.

They sweet with the words, but the venom still bite,
Tell you you’re a king, then they rob you at night.
Every stage just a cage, every spotlight a trap,
Love show deadly — no applause for the act.

Noise from the booth, but it’s built off lies,
Confess on the beat, but the silence survives.
We all actors in the game, no trust,
Love show dirty — and the crowd want blood.

We all act now, in the love show (say what).
Lights cut off, then they let you go (uh).
Sweet masks smile, but they drain your soul (yeah).
We all act now, in the love show.

Hope’s just a hustle, rage the new trend,
Every post, every like, just a means to an end.
They clap when you rise, but they plot when you fall,
Sweet masks laughin’ while they strip it all.

Channel keep switchin’, faces keep twitchin’,
Crowd keep cheerin’, but the vibe’s still missin’.
Noise sell fast, confession on demand,
But the pain stay real, written deep in the hand.

We in the love show, where the light fade quick,
Where the saints wear masks and the clowns play slick.
Ain’t no trust in the crowd, just tension left,
This is gangsta rap truth — love show’s a theft.

We all act now, in the love show (yeah).
Lights cut off, then they let you go (what).
Sweet masks smile, but they drain your soul (uh).
We all act now, in the love show.

No saints.
No clowns.
Just masks.
And the crowd.

The Window (West Coast reload)

Step in the zone, show me more than a pose
Walk like you mean it or ghost when it blows
Bounce to the bass, match my vibe and my dose
Ain’t here to pretend — this the realest it goes

Bassline low, got the whole place leanin’
Glance too cold, but I see what you schemin’
Don’t talk slick, just move with a reason
G-funk night, no cap, all season

I don’t chase, I glide through the smoke
Your style look nice, but your soul might choke
Say you got moves? Better back that quote
Or stay in the crowd while the real ones float

Step in the zone, show me more than a pose
Walk like you mean it or ghost when it blows
Bounce to the bass, match my vibe and my dose
Ain’t here to pretend — this the realest it goes

No phones, no games, just sweat and lights
Your story fake, I read you twice
You post that heat, but you freeze on sight
I’m groove, I’m truth, I’m wrong and right

Floor ain’t safe when the funk too deep
You flash that smile, but your mask too cheap
This ride ain’t built for the weak or sleep
So step correct — or get buried in the beat

Step in the zone, show me more than a pose
Walk like you mean it or ghost when it blows
Bounce to the bass, match my vibe and my dose
Ain’t here to pretend — this the realest it goes

No DM love, no filters here
Just sweat, intent, and speakers near
You flex for who? I flex for soul
You dance for show — I dance for control

I don’t do clout — I do rhythm and range
You scroll, I step, that’s a whole mind change
You stuck on views, I’m locked on sound
You watch from far — I own this ground

Last call, no redo, no script
You glitch in the vibe, I slip that grip
Final shot, better move or miss
This floor don’t lie — so dance or dip

Step in the zone, show me more than a pose
Walk like you mean it or ghost when it blows
Bounce to the bass, match my vibe and my dose
Ain’t here to pretend — this the realest it goes

Step up. Or step off.

Get Ghost (Gangsta reload)

We rise! (WHAT!)
We shine! (YEAH!)
We take! (OK!)
We move! (LET'S GO!)
We rule! (WE DO!)
We flex! (UH-HUH!)
We strike! (BOOM!)
We reign! (CRUNK!)

Buildin’ up towers, I’m settin’ the height
Countin’ my stacks, while you flex for the light
Ownin’ these blocks, got my name in the streets
Talk like a boss, but you fold on the beat

Deals in the backroom, cash in a bag
Fashion on fire, and my hustle don’t lag
Trendsetter move, I don’t follow no man
I bend what’s real, I don’t stick to the plan

Flash of the lights, I don’t blink or flinch
One step heavy make the universe twitch
Shake the walls with a 16-bar
Gold on my neck like a damn war scar

We rise!
We shine!
We take!
We move!
We rule!
We flex!
We strike!
We reign!

Signed that deal with a crunk-ass pen
Now I’m out here, buyin’ art for revenge
Spin that gold, melt hate in the chain
Enemies talk, but they freeze in the rain

I crush ‘em, rival by rival
No wave ridin’ — I wrote the Bible
Claimin’ my space, no lease, no debt
King of the sound, and I ain’t done yet

Lights go off? Still glow in the dark
Voice hit hard like a pitbull bark
Every step echo, power don’t lie
Throne got room? Then make that mine

Lights flash. (FLASH!)
Eyes lock. (LOCK!)
Crowd loud. (LOUD!)
Beat drop. (DROP!)
Glint gold.
Move cold.
We rule.
YOU FOLD.

We rise!
We shine!
We take!
We move!
We rule!
We flex!
We strike!
WE REIGN!

Crunk kings.
Block lords.
No peace.
Just war.

Fashion Empire (Crunk reload)

City lights cut like a scalpel clean,
Scars on skin from the nights I’ve seen.
Heart beats fast like a loaded mag,
No past, no flag, just jet-black drag.

Voices behind, but they fade to dust,
Ain’t built like me — no nerves, no trust.
Midnight stretch and the tires burn,
Whole world spin, but I never turn.

Don’t slow down — I’m built for this.
Drums in my chest, no hit can miss.
Bassline heavy, I ride that sound.
One slip, you’re buried, I hold my ground.

Steel in my breath, I don’t break, I bend.
Pressure’s a drug and I dose again.
Eyes locked in like a heat-seek round,
Dark gets thick, but I own this town.

Tension rise, but I never fold,
Gold in my blood, but my heart stay cold.
No red lights when I move through ends,
Only the silence, and how it bends.

Don’t slow down — I’m built for this.
Drums in my chest, no hit can miss.
Bassline heavy, I ride that sound.
One slip, you’re buried, I hold my ground.

Breathe it in — it cuts like glass.
Every step is a war I pass.
Can’t rewind, can’t press stop.
I run that drop ‘til the system pop.

Don’t slow down — I’m built for this.
Drums in my chest, no hit can miss.
Bassline heavy, I ride that sound.
One slip, you’re buried, I hold my ground.

Don’t slow down.
Never.
I run this heat.
Forever.

Don’t slow down (Grime reload)

I just wanna breathe — no leash, no grip
Wings spread wide, can’t cage this trip
Skies above, got the world in sight
Left that weight, now I move on light

Ain’t no ties, no hands on me
Path ain't paved, but I still break free
Horizon speaks, and I don't look back
Too much fire, can’t fade this track

You can't hold what don’t sit still
I don’t do pause, I don’t do chill
You feel me drift, yeah I’m cuttin’ through
Already left, ain’t nothin’ new

Don’t come close — I’m already gone
Runnin’ with wind and I’m movin’ strong
Heart untamed, mind intact
One-way road, I don’t turn back

No chains, no map, no backup plan
I choose the storm, still I stand
Eyes on edge, but I see that clear
Your safe zone ain't welcome here

I take flight when the fear kicks in
I burn loud where the dark begins
Every step is a line I break
Don’t need love if the love is fake

No calls, no texts, no trace
I vanish fast, not a name, not a face
Don’t ask where — I been long gone
I don’t belong, and I move like one

Don’t come close — I’m already gone
Runnin’ with wind and I’m movin’ strong
Heart untamed, mind intact
One-way road, I don’t turn back

Wings up wide, I own the night
Roads unlock when I take that flight
Stars ahead, past all the noise
Freedom speaks — I raise my voice

Don’t come close — I’m already gone
Air too sharp and the pull too strong
Can’t be caught, can’t be claimed
I’m not the same — I left that name

Free.
Gone.
Mine.
Done.

Free (UK Hip Hop reload)

J’me lève sans but, juste l’air dans la gueule
Le soleil cogne, j’sors brut, j’serre les dents, j’suis seul
Pas besoin d’miroir pour capter l’monde
Y’a l’orage dans mes veines, et la rue qui gronde

Pas d’détour, j’suis droit, chaque pas c’est du poids
J’avance sec, pas d’bail propre, pas d’loi
J’prends l’espace comme si tout m’appartenait
Balance l’son, que les murs s’en rappellent

On nous a gardés en silence, dos contre mur
Mais la lumière revient, c’est plus l’heure d’être purs
Dans nos corps y’avait l’feu, il attendait son heure
C’qu’ils ont voulu éteindre, c’est l’moteur

Tout s’illumine quand tu caches plus rien
On est l’pouls, on fait plier l’destin
On traverse l’ombre, elle ment depuis trop
Tout s’illumine, faut qu’ça explose

J’te vois dans l’éclair, pas dans leurs faux décors
T’as la haine dans l’regard, j’vois c’qu’ils ignorent
On attend pas qu’on nous dise c’est l’moment
On doit rien à personne, on fonce droit devant

Si on crame, c’est pour voir plus grand
Pas pour des vues, pas pour l’plaisant
Pas d’réseau, c’est brut, c’est noir
J’avance dans l’nuit sans phare, sans miroir

On parlait bas, on laissait rien sortir
Mais chaque coup gardé finit par sortir
Maintenant c’est cru, j’crache sans plan
J’brille sale, mais j’brille en sang

Tout s’illumine quand tu caches plus rien
On est l’pouls, on fait plier l’destin
On traverse l’ombre, elle ment depuis trop
Tout s’illumine, faut qu’ça explose

Brille maintenant, pas d’recul
Pas d’peur, pas d’doute
C’qui t’anime, c’est ton feu
Monte en l’air, vise plus haut

Tout s’illumine, plus d’flou, plus d’masque
On est l’impact, l’temps recule, ça s’casse
On casse les lignes, on crache l’fond
Tout s’illumine — explosion

On monte.
Plus d’rôle.
Plus d’frein.
On pète.

Tout brille (French Hip Hop reload)

I am the constant they can’t distort
Carved in space where the void resorts
In the core where the laws contort
Compact codes in a hidden court

I walk between fractures clean
Where order breaks and pain begins
They mirror me, try to contain
But my face returns — I am the strain

Written in math, born of the crack
Two sides meet — I don’t step back
Gauge the field, I snap the track
You see control? I see the trap

This symmetry’s not just design
It’s built in stone, it's redefined
It ain’t balance, it’s a cage
With mirrored rage behind the lines

They call it balance, I call it split
Two-faced laws, dressed up as wit
They say it’s equal — it’s just a mask
Symmetry breaks when you check the task

Your side floats, mine’s in the flame
Same damn shape, not the same game
They mirror rules, but flip the play
I see the trap in what they say

I’m the crack that doesn’t heal
The fracture screaming what you conceal
The field’s symmetric, but the weight ain’t real
Justice blindfolded, bound in steel

They split us up — say “equal sides”
But load one down and call it right
Your half’s clean, mine’s the fight
Your half’s light, mine’s the night

Symmetry’s not what they sell
It’s just control in a softer shell
A mirrored cell, designed too well
To let you think you ain't in hell

They call it balance, I call it split
Two-faced laws, dressed up as wit
They say it’s equal — it’s just a mask
Symmetry breaks when you check the task

Your side floats, mine’s in the flame
Same damn shape, not the same game
They mirror rules, but flip the play
I see the trap in what they say

My half —
The broken schools.
Your half —
The hedge-fund tools.
My half —
The prison queue.
Your half —
The interview.

You call it even? I call it lies.
Symmetry’s where justice dies.
I tried to split it, tried to patch —
But every wound just draws a match.

Symmetry of time?
Then why we stuck in generational crime?
Symmetry of space?
Then why your street's not safe to pace?

Symmetry of law?
Then why my skin’s a cause for war?
Symmetry of rights?
Then why you choke us out at night?

No less, no more —
That’s what they preach.
But that’s the leash.
They balance silence with a speech.

They balance murder with a plea
They balance rich men’s fraud with me

They call it balance, I call it split
Two-faced laws, dressed up as wit
They say it’s equal — it’s just a mask
Symmetry breaks when you check the task

Your side floats, mine’s in the flame
Same damn shape, not the same game
They mirror rules, but flip the play
I see the trap in what they say

Symmetry —
A word they weaponize.
A mask that sterilizes.
It don’t mean justice.
It just hides the bias.

Symmetry (Political reload)

Code in the dark, whole system cracked
Blank screen static, no way back

Loop locked tight, venom in my veins
Didn’t see the move, he was breakin’ the chains
Static-born ghost, glitch cut raw
No map, no script, just war on the law
Every step sharp, precision intact
Didn’t blink once, stayed cold on track
Cut through noise like a root command
Frame froze solid, couldn’t even stand

Left my heart in the pit, no cap
Now I’m ridin’ through the lines, all black
Sprayed your tag on the fogged-up glass
Don’t even know why I did that
Why’d you burn that tether, though?
Now I ride through the lines, solo
Sprayed your tag on the fogged-up glass

Same broadcast, I know you heard mine
But I got no pass, no key, no sign

Left my heart in the pit, no cap
Now I’m ridin’ through the lines, all black
Now I’m ridin’ through the lines, all black

Didn’t need data, the body was loud
Off-grid shadow still pulling the crowd
Slipped out of frame, two sides collide
Both out the scheme, nowhere to hide
Pulse went sync, then dropped to none
Edge cut deep, breakin’ me undone
Had to reset, tune my tone
Came back quick — ghost was gone

Left my heart in the pit, no cap
Now I’m ridin’ through the lines, all black
Sprayed your tag on the fogged-up glass
Don’t even know why I did that
Why’d you burn that tether, though?
Now I ride through the lines, solo
Sprayed your tag on the fogged-up glass

Code sparks flash, then the night goes mute
No trace left, no path, no proof

Back online but the field got wiped
Heart still stuck in that lost site
Glass still fogged with the same old tag
Don’t even know why I played that drag
Why’d you break what we built last night?
Now I ride through the void, no light
No ping, no pass, no voice
Cut the link, didn’t give me choice

Left my heart in the pit, no cap
Now I’m ridin’ through the lines, all black
Sprayed your tag on the fogged-up glass
Don’t even know why I did that
Left my heart in the pit, no cap
Now I’m ridin’ through the lines, all black

Seu nome (Jazz Rap reload)

Rings of ice, they grind and choke
Neon whispers, starlight smoke

I drift alone, void got a cost
Orbit’s cursed, the tether lost

Axial tilt, my body’s bent
Frozen prayers, but never repent
Cold winds hum like the dead that chant
Auroras bleed, shadows slant
I’m that phantom in outer reach
Worlds collide, but I don’t preach
Cosmic scars in a silent trance
Space is graveyard, death’s romance

I’m the distant one, far from the fire
Frozen heart, demon choir
Trace the sky with a blade of wire
Bleed desire, bleed desire

Neighbors burn in their holy light
I stay apart in eternal night
Magnetic storms, they crack my veins
Electric screams in astral chains
Blue light coffin, wrapped so tight
Spin in silence, out of sight
Hear my curse when the void gets near
Tilted ghost with a frozen spear

I’m the distant one, far from the fire
Silent pulses, screams get higher
Spin alone, corpse attire
Still inspire, still inspire

Tilted crown, I break the beam
Shattered cosmos, endless scream
Unseen king of the death parade
Guiding souls through the black cascade

I’m the distant one, far from the fire
Frozen heart, demon choir
Trace the sky with a blade of wire
Bleed desire, bleed desire

Ice rings grind, neon bleed
Tilted god, the void I feed
Lonely guide in the endless tide
Uranus cursed, where the dark resides

Uranus (Horrorcore reload)

Can’t see how you breathe with that load on your back
Past like a chain and I carry the stack
Ghosts in the closet, they hauntin’ my sleep
You buried the dirt, now it’s mine to keep
Shoulda dropped truth, but you locked it tight
Now it’s late game, and I pay the price
Fire on the wire, steps on the edge
One wrong move and we fall off the ledge

It’s fucked up, it’s hot, I feel it snap
Playin’ with flames, no way back
You don’t even see what I lost
Orbit’s burnin’, countin’ the cost

Door cracked open, I step inside
Naked chaos, nowhere to hide
Storms in your veins, I can feel that hit
Dropped it on me, too late, no script
Breath turn heavy, my chest collapse
How you want me to move with the weight of that past?
Secrets drip slow like a venomous stream
Now I drown in the smoke of your silent scheme

It’s fucked up, it’s hot, I feel it snap
Playin’ with flames, no way back
You don’t even see what I lost
Orbit’s burnin’, countin’ the cost

I’m here, I see, I know the mess
You could’ve warned, you left me stressed
Lies in the dark, I’m the one who bleeds
Trapped in your wreck, but you plant the seeds

It’s fucked up, it’s hot, no escape
Words unsaid now seal my fate
You shoulda spoken, you let it drown
Now I’m buried with your ghosts underground

It’s fucked up (Abstract reload)

Seam by seam — we bleed in the dream
808s hittin’, it’s a fashion machine
Cut, hem, tear, mend — never gon’ end
Catwalk crashin’, bass on ten

Velvet ages, silk in the zone
Plastic empires, runway throne
Chrome stilettos, lights on blast
Velcro future, stitch it fast
Dress me up, then strip me clean
Bassline shake through the sewing machine
Every scrap is the future we flex
Miami heat with the style complex

Seam by seam — we bleed in the dream
808s hittin’, it’s a fashion machine
Cut, hem, tear, mend — never gon’ end
Catwalk crashin’, bass on ten

Tulle eclipse with the vanity thread
Silhouettes fade, fabric dead
Scissors cut, but the beat don’t stop
Fashion flip with the system drop
Club in the night, catwalk on fire
Eternal odyssey, sweat, desire
Undress me quick, red lights flash
Bass too heavy, make the future collapse

Seam by seam — we bleed in the dream
808s hittin’, it’s a fashion machine
Cut, hem, tear, mend — never gon’ end
Catwalk crashin’, bass on ten

Cut, hem, tear, mend —
Bassline breaks, come back again
Strobe lights burn, fabric decay
But Miami bass don’t fade away

Seam by seam — we bleed in the dream
808s hittin’, it’s a fashion machine
Cut, hem, tear, mend — never gon’ end
Catwalk crashin’, bass on ten

Fashion Odyssey (Miami Bass reload)

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

Talk to the rain in the dead of the night
City too heavy, no breath, no light
Memories grip, they cut, they choke
Step too slow, my heart half broke
Ghost in my skin, they laugh, they crawl
Mirror don’t show me no truth at all
Shadow stretch long, I feel that burn
Every damn corner, the pain return

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

Morning I wake but the shade still near
Silence so loud that it split my ear
Cracks in the wall from the weight I keep
Whispers in dark put my soul to sleep
Voices erased but I hear that hum
Echoes of promises, never done
Light on my face but I fade away
Holdin’ this pain till my final day

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

If heaven so close why I bleed below?
Why love so heavy like chains that grow?
Carry this night till I break apart
World collapse, it devours my heart

Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die
Chained to the ground, can’t rise, can’t fly
Cold in my chest, my world gon’ die

The missing (Memphis rap reload)

New release, new release, echo in my head
New release, new release, visions drip red
New release, new release, circuits in the stream
New release, new release, we bleed in the dream

Check this script, you float on the RAM
Switch the frame, whole system go slam
Push your flow to my repo, merge tight
Drop that snare, sample crack ignite
We bug out wild, compile that glitch
Deploy that code, build that switch
Run the production, search the next wave
Update the cycle the cosmos crave
Woo-hoo spark when the commit align
Your code match mine in the overflow shrine
Stack overflow, I’m lost in the zone
Push beta live, let’s crash unknown
No legacy tie, no foreign chain
Just hooks and loops in a psychic mainframe
Heartbeat ticking like a cosmic drum
CPU rise till the process numb

New release, new release, echo in my head
New release, new release, visions drip red
New release, new release, circuits in the stream
New release, new release, we bleed in the dream

Chrome stilettos walk neon skies
Velcro futures where the static lies
Tulle eclipse on a vanity thread
Fabric dissolves like the words you said
Compile in smoke, deploy in fire
Build from the ruins, eternal choir
Dress me, undress me, code laid bare
Odyssey trip through a glitch in the air
Woo-hoo spark when the signals blend
Beta go live where the echoes bend
Stack overflow in a spiral tone
Sync code lines till the mind is gone
Every breath loops like a drum machine
Every crash burns like a lucid dream
Process peaks in a CPU sun
Psychedelic rap where hallucinations run

New release, new release, echo in my head
New release, new release, visions drip red
New release, new release, circuits in the stream
New release, new release, we bleed in the dream

When our code lines synchronize (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When our code lines synchronize (trip, trip, trip)
When our code lines synchronize (visions collide)
When our code lines synchronize

New release, new release, echo in my head
New release, new release, visions drip red
New release, new release, circuits in the stream
New release, new release, we bleed in the dream

When we sync (Psychedelic 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.

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