35 reloaded tracks from my latest monthly creations — an anthology of hot hip hop trends. From cloud and plugg to MENA rap, Sigilkore rap, French plugg : each cut flips my originals into raw, underground energy built for SoundCloud discovery and replay.

HIP HOP FUTURE

Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
J’fais trembler ton mood-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh
Trop sale
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
J’fais trembler ton mood-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh
(Mmh, douceur sauvage)

Bébé j’suis rouge, pas morte,
C’est juste la lune qui m’fait escorte.
Tu dis “attends”, moi j’dis “avance”,
Y’a rien d’sale dans la transe.
Bébé j’suis rouge, pas morte,
C’est juste la lune qui m’fait escorte.
Tu dis “attends”, moi j’dis “avance”,
Y’a rien d’sale dans la transe. (boss mode)

Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
Peau sucrée, feu sans raison.
J’suis marée haute, corps en tension,
Si t’assumes pas, change de maison.
Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
Peau sucrée, feu sans raison.
J’suis marée haute, corps en tension,
Si t’assumes pas, change de maison.

Ouais, j’suis good, même rouge vif,
Y’a qu’les lâches qui trouvent ça nocif.
J’fais pas semblant, j’fais naturel,
J’peins le monde en couleur réelle.
Tes potes parlent, moi j’suis silence,
Beauté brute, pas d’apparence.
Tu veux du vrai ? Viens sans peur,
J’suis cyclone et douceur.

Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
Peau sucrée, feu sans raison.
J’suis marée haute, corps en tension,
Si t’assumes pas, change de maison.
Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
Peau sucrée, feu sans raison.
J’suis marée haute, corps en tension,
Si t’assumes pas, change de maison.

Trop sale
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
J’fais trembler ton mood-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh
Trop sale
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
J’fais trembler ton mood-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh-ouh (boss mode)

Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
Peau sucrée, feu sans raison.
J’suis marée haute, corps en tension,
Si t’assumes pas, change de maison.
Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
Peau sucrée, feu sans raison.
J’suis marée haute, corps en tension,
Si t’assumes pas, change de maison.

Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
Afro baby, j’kiffe ma saison,
J’suis marée haute, corps en tension,
Si t’assumes pas, change de maison.


Bébé j’suis rouge, pas morte (Afro French Rap reload)

Tell me…
When did your fire fade?
When did your spirit trade its pulse for silence?
You still breathing… or just remembering how?

I see bones that learned to smile,
Eyes rehearsing life in trial,
Hands that move but never feel,
Heartbeat hummin’ something unreal.
You’ve been hiding in this shell,
Echo livin’ under spell,
Chasin’ warmth you can’t restore,
Knockin’ loud on heaven’s door — no faith, just metaphor.

Rise up, breathe again,
Not for promise, not for sin.
You were buried in your own skin,
Now rise up, breathe again.
Not for saviors, not for signs,
Just to feel the blood align.
You were lost beneath the grime,
Now rise up — redefine.

Mirror cracked but still it waits,
Shows the ghost you imitate.
Shadow gone, but light don’t care,
You keep walkin’ nowhere.
All those voices in your head,
Ain’t demons — just the things you said.
Every lie became a prayer,
Every silence built your lair.

Wake up, break the chain,
Feel the thunder in your vein.
You don’t need a holy name,
Just the courage to remain.
No more ashes, no disguise,
See the storm behind your eyes.
Let the dust become your sign,
Rise again, this breath is mine.

Tell me, ghost, what’s your scent?
Ash and fear, or innocent?
You wore death like second skin,
But forgot where life begins.
You ain’t cursed, you just numb,
Forgot the sound of your own drum.
Still time to shake the grave’s control,
Still time to make your spirit whole.

Stand up, breathe again,
Not for mercy, not for men.
You were buried deep within,
Now stand up, breathe again.
Not for heaven, not for throne,
Just to stand, to be your own.
Every ghost can find its tone,
Rise up, reclaim your bones.

Ooh, breathe deep — feel the dust fall.
Ooh, wake up — hear your own call.
No preacher, no psalm, no chain, no law —
Just the truth that you still raw.

Rise up, breathe again,
Not for promise, not for sin.
You were buried in your own skin,
Now rise up, breathe again.
Not for heaven, not for crown,
Just to turn this life around.
You were lost, but now you’ve found,
Your own pulse — your own sound.

You ain’t dead.
You just forgot what living felt like.
So say it — not if, not maybe — when.
When you start again.

Rise up, breathe again (Gospel Rap reload)

빛이 역전돼, 시간은 토해,
중력 밀어, reality sway.
No intake, only burst,
singularity flips, universe cursed.
공간의 상처, 반대로 펴,
방정식은 울고, 나는 커.

특이점 거꾸로, 블랙의 반대,
슈바르츠실트, 두 세계의 매개.
좌표 U V, 뒤집힌 선,
공간의 목소리, 시간의 번.
끌림 0, 방출 ∞,
곡률이 춤춰, 대칭이 깨.
엔트로피 역전, 질서 복귀,
빛의 방향 바뀌는 복기.
나는 중력의 거울 안,
빛을 내쉬는 공허 판.
Einstein field 방정식, 깨진 신,
Matter outflow, curvature spin.
No horizon, no chain, no fate,
spacetime fracture — open gate.
계산은 흘러, 정보는 증발,
과거와 미래, 끈이 절단.

방출만, 끌림 없어,
빛은 폭발, 끝은 없어.
중력 반전, 대칭 해방,
시간은 타고, space is gone.
방출만, 방출만,
universe breathes in reverse.

열역학 거꾸로, entropy drop,
order rise, no stop.
에너지 흘러, 방향 밖,
시간의 강물 역행 각.
Planck scale burst, quantum gate,
loop gravity dream, recreate.
나는 흑과 백의 사이 선,
정보의 귀환, 복원 전.
Tunneling flash, matter free,
geometry speaks to me.
곡률이 울고, 질량 뿜어,
빛이 자라, 공간 꿈꿔.
과거 끊기고, 미래 열려,
white hole pulse — 새로 태어나.
방정식 뒤집어, 해 찾아,
중력의 언어, 빛 같아.
I don’t consume, I create,
repulsion force — cosmic state.

방출만, 끌림 없어,
빛은 폭발, 끝은 없어.
중력 반전, 대칭 해방,
시간은 타고, space is gone.
방출만, 방출만,
universe breathes in reverse.

인과 사슬 끊긴 자리,
법칙 없어, 내가 다리.
미래 없이 과거 없어,
나는 지금, 영원 속.
repulsive mass, equation bent,
curvature tears — spacetime rent.
모든 입자 밖으로 뛰어,
공간 자체가 자신을 지워.
I’m no singularity to trap,
I’m singularity to rap.
정보는 흐르고, 열은 흩어,
모든 빛이 자유 얻어.
에너지 분출, 끝이 없어,
대칭 해방, 세상 없어.
나는 검은 구멍의 뒤집힌 꿈,
방출 하늘, 무한 숨.
Beyond causality, beyond return,
spacetime burn — I don’t learn.
빛의 파도, 역방향 run,
cosmic pulse — never done.

방출만, 끌림 없어,
빛은 폭발, 끝은 없어.
중력 반전, 대칭 해방,
시간은 타고, space is gone.
방출만, 방출만,
universe breathes in reverse.
빛의 강, 중력 없음,
white hole — the cosmos hums.

Radiation 스트림 (Korean Rap reload)

Yeah… coast sun, shady deals,
smile on my face, pockets got secrets.
It ain’t personal — it’s a lifestyle, baby.
Roll with me.

I walk the block like I own the scene,
sunglasses on, grin lean and mean.
Neighbors wave, they don’t see the game,
city lights clap when I say my name.
Colleagues bring the hustle to nine-to-five,
I’m collecting stories, I keep the vibe.
Friends trust me with laughter and keys,
I’m a phantom in silk, moving with ease.
No plan posted, no blueprint drawn,
I take the night, then I’m gone at dawn.

Take a little from the left, a little from the right,
sunset pockets filled up at night.
Smile real sweet, keep it out of sight,
we living fast, living light.
Take a little, take a little, that’s the code,
palm the dreams they never showed.
Take a little, take a little, ride the road,
coastline money, heavy load.

They call me slick, say I got the touch,
I move like breeze, never ask too much.
From the auntie’s purse to the cousin’s stash,
I’m a polished ghost, I slide and splash.
Office gossip funds my next pair of Js,
their overtime pays for my summer days.
Don’t judge the hunger, judge the cake,
I learn to swim where the good folks break.
It’s a street art, a cunning finesse,
watch me compose while they bless and press.

We glide, we glide, take what they hide,
we glide, we glide, roll with pride.
We glide, we glide, moonlit ride,
we glide, we glide, pockets wide.

But listen — it’s not all glory, not all shine,
sometimes the mirror shows the line.
You keep the jewels, the laughs, the shows,
but there’s a cost that nobody knows.
Still I laugh, still I play,
sunset thieves in the bay.

Friends on the block, lovers in the crowd,
I wear the night like a king unbowed.
Neighbors gossip, they post and stare,
I buy the silence with a sideways flair.
Payroll whispers make the chorus sing,
I collect what life forgot to bring.
No scripture for this, no saintly plea,
just velvet steps and commodity.
I’m not proud, I’m unapologetic,
summer heat, chrome aesthetic.

Lift a shine, lift a smile, lift a secret, lift a style,
we float on chrome, we drift a while.
Lift a laugh, lift a life, lift a story out the pile,
we kings of dusk, we kings of guile.

Once I took from a brother I knew,
saw the look in his eyes when the truth came through.
Heavy hit, heavier than gold,
the silence that followed was bitter and cold.
I learned the ledger’s a crooked page,
joy is a thing that fades with age.
But habits stick like vinyl grooves,
I still move smooth, I still make moves.
People forgive or maybe forget,
but I live with lines I can’t reset.

Take a little, live a minute, feel the sun and then you spin it,
take a little, taste the wind, ride the wave, commit the sin.
Take a little, feel the fame, paint the night with your own name,
take a little, play the game — but know the price ain’t tame.

So yeah — we take, we shine, we vanish.
It’s a song for the moonwalkers, the graceful and the vain.
No lesson, no how-to — just the story.
Keep it slick. Keep it smooth. Keep it yours.

Take a little (G-Funk Rap reload)

Eh! Yuh know what time it is.
Dem talk, but dem don’t know vibe.
We doh chase trend — we is d’trend, hear dat?
Run de riddim.

Dis not trap, dis not drill,
Dis not gun talk, not kill.
No flex pon chain, no lean pon pill,
Dis fire clean, dis pure will.
It not slow jam, not sad man cry,
It soca blood in de bassline sky.
No front, no fake, no shade,
We come to sweat, not fade.
It not club pose, not small room fame,
It street jump-up, it ancestral flame.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not cold heart, dis not chain,
Dis sunshine pourin’ through de brain.
No heartbreak song, no shame,
We wine out pain, we call dat gain.
It not ego, not greed,
It unity, love, and speed.
De riddim call, yuh feel it pull,
Everybody full, belly full.
Not sittin’, not still,
Whole body vibrate, dat’s de will.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not silence, dis not shame,
Dis joy, pure and untamed.
Not no border, not no wall,
We all inside one call.
It not judge, it not hate,
Dis heart still open late.
No code, no fight, no crew,
Just heat passin’ through you.
De rhythm older dan de fear,
It born again every year.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not foreign sound, dis home,
De island pulse inside de chrome.
No copy, no trend to chase,
Dis culture in yuh face.
De bass not evil, de wine not sin,
It spirit rollin’ deep within.
Not small joy, dis universe,
We laugh, we cry, we reverse.
De vibe not bought, not planned,
It rise from de people hand.

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Jump! (Jump!)
Wave! (Wave!)
Turn up! (Turn up!)
We doh behave! (Never!)
Hands high like blessing rain,
We free again, we free again!

This not what dem post online,
Dis de drum dat bend up time.
Not your rule, not your land,
Dis de beat dat make we stand.
Turn dat noise, bring it down,
Soca wear de freedom crown.

Dis not Soca (Soca Rap reload)

Not the top, not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — heartbeat in overload.

Mid-rank soldier in a neon war, I move like a rumor down a server floor,
Not polished for the cover shot, I’m the line they never taught.
My chest a motherboard and my past a cached file, stale but hard, compiled.
I tap the keys, I feel the buzz — imperfect armor, human fuzz.
They praise the peak, they worship crowns, I run the seams, hold up the towns.
Not supreme, not a clown, I’m the steady hum beneath the sound.
Streetlights flicker, code rebukes — I walk in boots, not in flux.
Zero one across the line, middle rank, still divine.
You want the flash? Watch me move slow — I’m the code that learns to glow.
Middle slot but sovereign mind, I keep the pulse without the shrine.
Still wired, never down — I’m the rumor in your hometown.
Static in the wires, but I won’t fall — pressure tunes the heart, that’s all.

Half a glitch, half a code, running mid, overload.
Not erased, not the ghost — still connected to the host.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.

They point at kings and crown the kings, I hold the bridge behind the things.
Not the headline, not the star — I fix the breaks inside the car.
I move like middleware, quiet power, no front page glare.
They chase the apex, I keep the base — somebody's gotta run the place.
You see the throne, you miss the sweat — I feed the furnace with my debt.
Binary soldier, no parade, chrome blood with a soulful fade.
I’m not perfect, not a ghost, but I got root, I got host.
I map the surge, I ride the off; when lights flicker, I turn the switch on.
Zero one across the line — rank middle but design refined.
Call me “mid” like it’s a shame — I wear the label, own the name.
Not polished, not the best, but when the system bites, I pass the test.
Network hum, no applause, still I answer when they call.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.

Static rain on windowpanes, data scars and half-lit names.
Middle rank with crownless claims, quiet kings that play no games.
I’m the failing light that still remains, the pulse in all those hidden frames.
Cyber blood, cursed? Nah — I’m wired up, I pass the bar.

Remember nights the grid went down? I kept the hotline, kept my ground.
Not a hero scripted, not the myth — I survive on caffeine and grit.
Half error, half resolve — the kind of soul few can solve.
I don’t beg for coronas, I bear the load, I get the rona.
You worship apex, I sustain— scaffold man inside the rain.
I hand you tools while you pose for likes — I patch the leaks, I fight the spikes.
Not the best, not the worst — same blood running through the burst.
You see the crown, I see the price — I take the cold, I roll the dice.
Middle rank but still divine — the backbone of the borderline.
When your network screams and users shout, I’m the fix you can’t live without.
So mark my time — I move in stealth, low reward, but full of wealth.
My circuits fast, my bearing true — I’m the middle, I carry you.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.
Cyber blood… never cursed.

Zero one, cross the line — middle rank, still I shine.
Not supreme, not erased — still alive inside the place.

Not the top, not erased (Mashup Rap 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.

Take a little (G-Funk Rap reload)

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