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M.I.A. - Paper Planes ft Biggie, Big Pun, Big L, Jay-Z, Eazy E & 2Pac (NickT Remix)

Uh! Don’t ring me twice (uh-uh)
Swipe, swipe, lies on the line.
Static buzzin’ in my spine (whoo!)
Yeah, I feel it every time.

I’m not your plan, not your weekend game,
Middle-finger storm with a funky name.
Wanna message? Wanna drop that line?
Actin’ like I said “come spend my time.”

See-through, see-through (hah!)
Fake moves, fake groove (yeah!)

Who brings the snacks when the party drops? (uh!)
Who leaves the chat when the tension pops? (yeah!)
Who cleans the mess when the mood runs dry? (funk!)
Who hits the mute when the small talk dies? (woo!)

You beg like a script that you never learn,
“No big deal” but you crash and burn.
Every line you spin, every hint you send,
See-through, see-through—funk don’t pretend!

(One, two, three, four!)

Bought a mattress the week we matched (hah!)
Should’ve unmatched, should’ve ghosted fast.
I was bored, would’ve kissed the wall,
Now I’m layin’ flat in a stranger’s hall.

Ghost it quick! (Ghost it quick!)
Ghost it one, two (Ghost it one, two!)
I don’t play (I don’t play!)
I don’t call you! (Nah nah nah!)

Who brings the snacks when the party drops? (say what?)
Who leaves the chat when the tension pops? (uh!)
Who brings the snacks when the party drops? (ooh yeah)
Who leaves the chat when the tension pops? (uh-huh, uh-huh!)

See-through, fake groove,
See-through, fake groove…
Ghost it quick, ghost it quick, ghost it one, two…

The Snacks (Funk Boogie reload)

Yebo… yebo…
Drums talk, streets hum,
Still breathing, still numb.

Chrome sun on the taxi glass,
bassline knocks, memories pass.
Hood boys laugh, but the eyes don’t shine,
every payday looks like a fine.
Mama call, signal drop,
same old hustle, never stop.
Data done, mind offline,
scroll for peace I’ll never find.
Every day same beat, same smoke,
city don’t heal, it just choke.
I write bars on airtime loans,
hope on pause, dream postponed.

It don’t get better at all,
Skrr in the rain, still fall.
It don’t get better at all,
heart on mute, I stall.
It don’t get better at all,
beat sweet, pain tall.
It don’t get better at all,
move slow, still crawl.

Wi-Fi ghost, girl gone cold,
same story, copy-paste soul.
Club lights heal for a minute or two,
till the groove fade out, and it’s me, not you.
Block hot, cops park, youth dance anyway,
ain’t hope, just delay.
Cashapp ping, short joy,
next day broke, same boy.
I spit code, system glitch,
piano drop, switch by switch.
I stay calm, skin tight,
fake smile for the algorithm’s light.

It don’t get better at all,
I rise, still ready to fall.
It don’t get better at all,
bass deep, I talk to the wall.
It don’t get better at all,
city gold, my heart small.
It don’t get better at all,
dance slow, still crawl.

Bzzt—crash, mind reboot,
piano hum like a prayer mute.
Ghost in the mirror blink twice,
tell me pain got a price.
Dark horizon pull again,
drums whisper, “same pain.”
I move, I move, I fall,
no light, no call.

Studio smoke, mic hiss,
every verse like a confession list.
Homies gone, some just fade,
names carved in a street parade.
I chase calm through the sound,
808 in my chest pound.
DJ drop my ghost on stage,
I rap the end of every age.
It’s not hope, it’s habit now,
I spit truth they don’t allow.
System crash, new build fail,
still alive, post-hail.
If there’s peace, I missed the call,
still here, that’s all.

It don’t get better at all,
Skrr in the rain, still fall.
It don’t get better at all,
heart on mute, I stall.
It don’t get better at all,
beat sweet, pain tall.
It don’t get better at all,
move slow, still crawl.
It don’t get better at all,
sun up, same wall.
It don’t get better at all,
I rap till I dissolve.

Signal weak.
Still speak.
Never better — never done.

It don’t get better at all (Amapiano Rap reload)

Falling leaves and cloudy skies
They want a boyfriend for cold seasons

Coffee breath, October starts
Blushing cheeks and reckless hearts
Holding hands through fading light
Autumn love before the night

They say hearts feel softer in the chill
Warm illusions, golden thrill

They want a boyfriend for cold seasons
Fall to snow, they find new reasons
Love that burns and fades like ember
Gone before they can remember
They want a boyfriend for cold seasons
Borrowed warmth, sweet delusion
Just a spark to fight the weather
Cold hands trying to hold forever

Winter hits, the streets turn white
Frozen dreams in pale moonlight
Promises made under breath
Melt like frost on lips of regret

They say hearts feel softer in the chill
Warm illusions, golden thrill

They want a boyfriend for cold seasons
Fall to snow, they find new reasons
Love that burns and fades like ember
Gone before they can remember

They say hearts feel softer in the chill

They want a boyfriend for cold seasons
Borrowed warmth, sweet delusion
Just a spark to fight the weather
Cold hands trying to hold forever

[Bridge]
Ooh-ooh, autumn to December
Ooh-ooh, soft lies to remember
Ooh-ooh, hearts on temporary time
Warm for now, but not divine

[Final Chorus]
They want a boyfriend for cold seasons
Fall to snow, they change their reasons
Love that glows, then disappears
Soft as leaves and winter tears
They want a boyfriend for cold seasons
Heart on ice, sweet confusion
When the sun begins to hover
Cold’s gone, love is over

A boyfriend for cold seasons (Downtempo Kpop reload)

今天 11 月 11 号
Yeah —it’s my day, no doubt

买个礼物给自己 (huā qián yě 开心)
街上情侣手牵心 (我牵风的手 也 行)
朋友笑说 “哎 又 单身？”
我笑回 “love can wait, I win.”
咖啡香 配 蓝天 light
心情刚刚 right

不需要 someone to prove me real
我有节奏 我有 feel

This is Singles’ Day baby — my freedom show
不恋爱 也 闪 光 的 soul
Turn the music up slow
单身 也 能 发 光 you know
This is Singles’ Day baby — my own vibe flow
我 一个人 也 懂 温柔

红色 促销 在 屏幕 闪
孤单 其实 挺 自然
城市 噪音 像 节拍
跟着 脚步 走 出 爱
没 谁 等 我 回 家 door
I don’t mind anymore

不需要 someone to prove me real
我有节奏 我有 feel

This is Singles’ Day baby — my freedom show
不恋爱 也 闪 光 的 soul
Turn the music up slow
单身 也 能 发 光 you know
This is Singles’ Day baby — my own vibe flow
我 一个人 也 懂 温柔

Love will come someday — but not tonight
Let me dance under my city light
心 跳 当 节奏 拍
自由 最好 的 告白

This is Singles’ Day baby — my freedom show
不恋爱 也 闪 光 的 soul
Turn the music up slow
单身 也 能 发 光 you know
This is Singles’ Day baby — my own vibe flow
我 一个人 也 懂 温柔

Singles’ Day 光棍节 (CPOP R&B reload)

Soft keys, low horns, morning haze.
Snap. Sip. Sunlight hits the face.

Sheets still warm, I stretch in time,
Clock keeps hush, rhythm’s mine.
Yesterday’s doubt slid off my skin,
Confidence curls where dreams begin.
A slow riff under my breath,
Mood so good it scares the stress.
Every pore hums—yeah, that’s bliss,
I woke up like this.

I woke up looking like this, no pretense, no fix.
Just a groove, just a glow, just this.
I woke up looking like this

Trumpet answers what my soul said,
Brushes whisper, I nod my head.
Coffee swirl, mirror grin,
Every scar now dressed in gin.
The world outside still half-asleep,
But my beat runs twelve feet deep.
Don’t call it luck, call it grace—
That’s the truth I wear on my face.

I woke up looking like this, golden tone, pure kiss.
Unlearned fear, kept the bliss.
I woke up looking like this

Mmm… listen—
Every woman, every man,
has a morning they finally stand.
No crown, no makeup,
just breath and rhythm waking up.
Say it with me slow:
I woke up like this.

How’d you wake up?
Like this.
How’d you shine so sweet?
Like this.
What’s that groove beneath your skin?
I been livin’, I been freein’.
I woke up like this.

Bass walks out, horns sigh,
one last brush, one long high.
Morning closes with a kiss—
I woke up looking like this.

I woke up like this (Jazz R&B reload)

Late night, open sighs
Soft light on your eyes

Leave the keys by the door
Let your jacket hit the floor
Every word can wait till ten
We can learn the truth by skin
Slow hands, steady pace
Draw a map across my waist
Let the daylight fade from view
Every heartbeat points to you

No rush, no spotlight here
Just the way you pull me near

Stay close in the quiet, don’t say a thing
Breathe deep in the rhythm our bodies bring
I fall where your shadow meets my line
You taste like a promise I can’t define
Hold me where the night keeps time
I’m yours, and you’re mine

Leave your phone facedown flat
We don’t need a world for that
Every scar, every line
Finds a reason to align
Take the weight off your chest
Let my shoulder do the rest
Nothing loud, nothing wide
Just a storm we keep inside

No rush, no spotlight here
Just the way you pull me near

Stay close in the quiet, don’t say a thing
Breathe deep in the rhythm our bodies bring
I fall where your shadow meets my line
You taste like a promise I can’t define
Hold me where the night keeps time
I’m yours, and you’re mine

If the morning asks for proof
Let our warmth become the truth
What we name it doesn’t change
Fire still lives in the range

Stay close in the quiet, don’t say a thing
Breathe deep in the rhythm our bodies bring
I fall where your shadow meets my line
You taste like a promise I can’t define
Hold me where the night keeps time
I’m yours, and you’re mine

Late night, open sighs
Keep me in your eyes

Stay close (Bedroom R&B reload)

Whoomp There It Is - Tag Team

The Sugarhill Gang-Rappers Delight

I Can't Wait (PowerMix)

A funky little edit I made a while back! It's been going down well in my sets In Bristol so I thought It was about time I shared!

Enjoy!

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http://www.facebook.com/pages/DJ-Adski/120445751330344

James Brown - The Boss (Adski Edit) Alt. D/L in BUY link.

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.

The Snacks (Funk Boogie reload)

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