26 reloaded tracks from my latest lab sessions — a panorama of Afro, soul, funk, and experimental hybrids. From highlife, lovers rock, amapiano, and MPB-soul to twerk futurism, dub science and alt-reggaeton, each piece reinvents my originals through warped grooves, lush harmonies, tempo morphs, and immersive 3D FX. Designed for SoundCloud virality, deep listening, and dancefloor release.

UNIVERSAL GROOVE

Ka chofé lannuit
Ton chimen vini lanmou
Mé chimen anlè nou

Lè ou gad mwen, tout étwal ka briyé
Kè mwen ka bat doub, mwen pa pé espéré
Vwa’w dou kon sik, ka balé mwen
Dousé a’w rivé, mwen ka tann’w kontinen

Kè kont kè nou ka plané
Tan ka glissé, nou pa bloté

Rété avèw toujou asou lannuit
Laisse lanmou ka palé pou nou
Nout rèv ka dansé an latwob
San fòt, san ron
Rété avèw, malè an mwen
Nan silans lanmè, lanuit ka chanté
Ton ri a mwen, mon souf a’w
Rété avèw — rété avèw

Men’w anlè po mwen ka chofé
Paròl dou ki’r touché mwen
Lè mwen tann non’w, mwen pèdi sans
Ton mizik ka vwayajé andidan mwen

Kè kont kè nou ka plané
Tan ka glissé, nou pa bloté

Rété avèw toujou asou lannuit
Laisse lanmou ka palé pou nou
Nout rèv ka dansé an latwob
San fòt, san ron
Rété avèw, malè an mwen
Nan silans lanmè, lanuit ka chanté
Ton ri a mwen, mon souf a’w
Rété avèw — rété avèw

Lè lonbra ka vini, dout ka monté
Fèmen zié’w, mwen la bò’w pou toujou
Aucun distans pa pou kraze sa
Lyen sakré nou ka bati anba swa

Mi di “Rété”
Ou di “Vini”
Mi di “Toujou”
Ou di “Pou janmé”

Rété avèw toujou asou lannuit
Laisse lanmou ka palé pou nou
Nout rèv ka dansé an latwob
San fòt, san ron
Rété avèw, malè an mwen
Nan silans lanmè, lanuit ka chanté
Ton ri a mwen, mon souf a’w
Rété avèw — rété avèw

Lè jou ka levé, nout kè ka rété
Rété avèw pou tout tan

Stay avèw toujou (Nu Zouk reload)

Izibani zibheke phezulu
Township spirit ka’ rhythm
In’ our blood, we carry fire

S’town we move, we hustle hard
Mama’s cry, but we push guard
Skies grey but we gon’ see sun
In heart we fight — victory won

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Step by step, we gather strength
No more fear, we go length
Eyes on dreams, we never fold
Truth in soul, worth more than gold

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Night may fall, but dawn will come
No chain can hold when we’re as one
In unity we find our truth
In every heart, rebirth of youth

We say “Rise”
They say “Stand”
We say “Dream”
They say “Fight”

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

In the echoes, we remain
From the block — we rise again

Rise from the block (Kwaito reload)

Slow wine, soft light.
No rush — pure vibe.
I move gentle, still wild inside.

Palm breeze on my skin, steady.
City loud, but my soul no heavy.
I no be trophy, I no be ready-made,
I write my name with the gold I laid.

Eyes clear, spirit on code,
Low tone, still I run the road.
If you feel me, move in time,
No cage — only sky to find.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Soft power, real power.
Calm thunder, sweet fire.

Touch clean, talk small — meaning plenty.
Highlife chords make the night feel friendly.
I’m nobody’s saint, still holy in truth,
I guard my joy like proof.

No long text wey dey drain my shine,
If you step correct, we align.
I fit be quiet, but my dream loud,
I dance soft, still lead the crowd.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Ɔdɔ no yɛ dɛ, me kra gye,
Bra na yentwa no, no delay.
Meda me ho so, me ho yɛ,
If dem doubt, make dem pray.

— Who hold the light? (Me, inside.)
— Who set the pace? (Me, I decide.)
— What be the rule? (Peace as guide.)
— If e no fit flow? (Step aside.)

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
No mask, no show,
Real love — we grow.

Moon low, heart high.
I move free — I no lie.
Mind dey glow… all night.

My pace (Ghana Alt Soul reload)

Deep hum… one drum roll…
Heartbeat steady — bass crawl slow.
A faint voice in the smoke:

“Rise up… Jah light… rise…”

Guitar chop left, snare splash right,
Bassline heavy — dance of night.
Organ swell, fade to mist,
Delay spin, rimshot twist.

“Freedom in the wind…” 
“…wind… wind…” 
Space opens — kick alone,
Then bass returns, low as stone.

Hi-hat whispers, ghosted tone,
Trumpet line lost, half-grown.
Filter sweep through air and rain,
Each echo answering its chain.

Percussion fades, bass remains,
One chord breathes — then drains.

“Rise up… Jah light…” 
Echo falls, distorted gain.

Reverb tails shimmer like heat.

Kick roll in, snare delay stretched,
Hi-hat pinged and double-etched.
Bass climbs, steady and clear,
Chorus ghost slides through the ear:

“Zion… Zion… rise…” 

Everything drifts —
bass melts to air,
echo feeds on itself,
’til only one line remains:

“Freedom… in the wind…”

Jah light (Dub Reggae reload)

Mmm, gentle morning light
Ọrẹ mi, mo nífẹ̀ẹ́ rẹ — hold me tight
Soft heartbeat, soft hello
Wey your smile dey give me holy glow

You no dey rush me, you respect my pace
Golden manners, sweetness on your face
I carry dream, you carry grace
Two steady flames in a tender place

No noise, no drag, I dey keep my lane
Clean mind, clear sky after rain
If e no pure, we no entertain
We choose peace, we choose sustain

Baby, your love dey calm like hymn
Gbogbo aiye fade when you step in
Hand in hand, wey we fit still win
True devotion wey no be flim

Sweet Orente, you be my daylight
You keep me balanced, make my soul bright
I no dey fumble, I dey stand tall
With you beside me, I no fear fall
Oh Orente, gentle and kind
We climb together, heart and mind
Love wey faithful, e no dey tire
Na your tenderness be my choir

Ahh—ahh, my honey, ma lọ
Ẹ jọ̀ọ́, stay close, make we glow
Ahh—ahh, my angel, ma jẹ
This our melody no go fade

You dey crown my confidence with gold
Soft-spoken strength, story well told
I get my purpose, steady and bold
You be the warmth when the night dey cold

We no compare, we no compete
Your gentle “how are you?” so sweet
I bring the vision, you bring the beat
Na so we blend am, perfect feat

See the way you dey pray for me
“Oluwa, guide am” — harmony
Okan mi bale, I’m worry-free
Your love dey match my energy

Sweet Orente, you be my daylight
You keep me balanced, make my soul bright
I no dey fumble, I dey stand tall
With you beside me, I no fear fall
Oh Orente, gentle and kind
We climb together, heart and mind
Love wey faithful, e no dey tire
Na your tenderness be my choir

Take my hand, ko ma bínú
By your side, mo ní ìtùnú
Every step, wey I dey choose
E sabi shine ’cause I no fit lose

Baby mi, jẹ́ k’á lọ̀wọ́ lọ̀wọ́
Slow and sure, wey blessings grow
If dem talk, wey wey, we go smile
We know our truth, we no dey trial

(You say) Orente, you be my daylight
(I say) Darling, I go keep you bright
(You say) Stand by me, I no go fall
(I say) Na you and me, we top it all
Together— gentle and kind
We climb together, heart and mind
Love wey faithful, e no dey tire
Na our harmony be the choir

Mmm… soft like velvet on the skin
Ọlọ́run bless where we begin
I dey my lane, yet we twine as one
Morning to midnight, we still dey shine
Orente glow… Orente glow…
Forever sweet, forever slow
Ẹ jọ̀ọ́, hold me close— make we glow.

Oh Orente (Afro Pop 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.

Stay avèw toujou (Nu Zouk reload)

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