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“Yeah, this song is all about that feeling of being in the moment—like when you’re out, the energy’s high, and everything just clicks. It’s about not overthinking, just letting yourself feel the rush of it all. The beat keeps it tight and steady, kinda like a pulse, and the lyrics are simple on purpose—it’s more about the vibe than over-explaining anything. I wanted it to feel hypnotic, like you’re floating but still totally in control. Just that perfect balance of letting go but not losing yourself, you know?”

pop it, let’s not do too much

Oh, man, so you want the rundown on this song? Alright, picture this—it’s like me and my buddy were just riffing, you know, kicking around this whole “muse” thing. I’m sitting there, half-serious, going, “Wait, is this thing floating out in the universe or what?” and he’s all, “No, dude, it’s in us, it’s a wave, you gotta surf it!” And I’m like, “Surfing thoughts? That’s wild!” We’re bouncing off each other, right? He’s throwing out this idea of riding the vibe, not fighting it, and I’m over here like, “Okay, so we hug it? We wrestle it? What’s the play?” Then—bam—we both just hit this moment, like, “Let’s get weird!” and the energy explodes. The beat drops, we’re shouting “AND GO TO WORK!”—it’s chaos, it’s fun, it’s us basically daring the muse to keep up. That’s the track, man, pure unfiltered us.

a musing

Way Better Than Not

“Ya see, dis song… it talk ’bout flavor, but it deeper dan food or taste, y’know? It’s ‘bout soul—searchin’ for somethin’ real inna world full of imitation. Flavor be a metaphor for love, for freedom, for truth. In di mornin’ light, everyting come clear… so when di song say ‘Will it be yours, will it be mine,’ it’s like askin’—who gonna carry di light? Who gonna share di good vibes?

Music is spirit, seen? Dis one dance on riddim, move like a journey. I&I believe di groove already know where ya heart belong. You just haffi listen.”

Flavor Theory

“clears throat, sighs softly Uh, yeah, it’s just… this track, you know? It’s got this vibe, like, floating around in my head late at night when I can’t sleep. It’s weird, kinda messy, but that’s the point, I guess. pauses, looks away Um, there’s some moon stuff and feelings in there—whatever. It’s not like I overthink it. You can just… listen to it or not, I don’t care. Next question?”

.crowded

I see you scrolling,
chasing light in little screens.
You’ve been fed a thousand truths
but still feel unseen.

You wear your pain in silence,
smile like it’s armor.
You numb the ache,
but I still hear you
when the music gets softer.

I’m not just in temples
or old stained glass —
I’m in your breath,
in the beats,
in the questions you ask.

I’m not mad at your doubts —
I built your brain to wrestle with wonder.
Faith isn’t blind;
it’s fire
that grows louder than thunder.

You’re not broken
for feeling too much.
The world lied —
but My love still touches
the places that cry at night,
that scroll for peace,
that search for a light
no filter can release.

You don’t have to clean up
to come home.
I don’t need your perfect —
just your real.
Bring me the mess.
I heal what they steal.

You’re more than the likes,
more than the mask.
I made you for joy
they said you can’t have.

You were born divine —
not for shame,
not for fear,
but for love that rewires
every year.

I’m still here.
Still walking, still knocking.
When you’re ready to rest,
I’m not far.
I never left.
I just whisper softer
than the noise.

Issa Vibe

JBLIZZ & Co.

Stoned With U

Untitled

Talking (Without Words)

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPmswTNs2egYCX-coR4lN8w

I Got the Feelin' - James Brown (cover)

I need food!
How bout some bread & butter?
What you lookin funny for, did I stutter?
Ok, alright... I guess that ain't yo type.
Goop mayonnaise and Kraft on bread for some cheese on white.
Naw naw naw, hold up, wait a minute.
Or maybe a few more minutes to soggy some Ramen.
"Amen."
Cotton candy, sugar, go.
Let me see that tootsie roll.
Not that kind from 94.
Stuff for your sweet tooth, not the dance floor.
Eat about a bag for desert.
Top it with some nice sweet tea for your toppest tummy hurt.

Turn on the Telly to watch some tunes.
Turn my brain to mush, make the kids act like buffoons.
Little folks in a daze, parent be weary.
Zonin out listening to the sounds of Tom & Jerry.
Woody woodpecker is always good for a laugh.
Keep my eyes glued, isolate from riff raff.
Back in the day before mind was crowded with work.
Couldn't wait to get out of school and watch the Cartoon Network.

Marry poppins teachin chitlins kindness and imagination.
Provided an escape from life's animation.
Parachuting with an umbrella through the sky.
Beats like one man band Bert got that steppin time.
Time to hit the bed rest pillow on the soiled rug.
Many thanks to these tings, evaded fate of thug.

Bert

Black Beatles (cover)

Brain fart.
Suckin on my melon like a sweet tart.
Brain pain soaring off the charts.
Chuckin words from my brain stem, boring are these thoughts.
Often times I wonder if I'm crazy or not.
Impulses jumping off synapse cliff a lot.
A mob of suicidal neurons scream from atop my highest spot.

My noggin's where I'm loggin these foggy thoughts that keep me boggin out.
Pouty faced, chillin by the window where I wait,
And watch,
Occasionally pacing the floor.
It's gettin kinda late.
Day has faded and I still haven't turned on the lights.

A few more hours till the script re flips.
I lick my chapped lips anticipating the feast.
A meet and greet with my favorite friends to eat.
A box of Buzz drops into a bowl with ooze from glands.
Drizzle on some syrup from the little bear man.
Mix it with some metal and guzzle it down my muzzle.

Funny how these words keep stumblin.
Imagination rumbles as it wonders what comes next.
Fill it with some fuel, keep the text running strong.
My turbocharged smart car full of lard song.
A faulty spark from a screwy plug misfires as I cut the electric wire powering this creative desire.

This fire that burns within cannot be snuffed.
Left over right, I keep climbing up.
Racing rock em sock em cerebral hemispheres for the cup.
All that stands between them is this groove.
Smooth as a river flowing down my vertebrae.
Laying in a bed of ideas thrown away.
Faded is my train of thought as I begin to sway to the beat.
Heat floods my body as my heart starts to race.
Great vibrations from the small speaker on the sill.
Tingling ears, drums begin to cheer.

Sleepy time now, one hell of a spell.
Eyelids swell,
heart rate fell,
Waters run deep where they are still.
Pop a melodic pill and slip into a coma.

Brain Fart

Jason and the argonauts.
Misunderstood thoughts.
Leading all of the weak to believe what they have been taught.

On that search for Golden Fleece.
Even if it disturbs peace.
Can you reap what you have sowed if you don't practice what you preach.

Chase the bigger better things.
No fools gold or flashy bling.
Prepare for the time when you must step into life's boxing ring.

Swiftly will not win the race.
Stick to comfortable pace.
Good things come to those of us who are satisfied by one taste.

Golden Fleece

Cruisin round town,
never know what's going down.
Stop at a spot,
I don't know whereabout.
Sweating in the back seat,
chokin on the heat.
Boredom goes and puts foot to floor,
Brain does the same.
Cerebrospinal tide rises as images run wild through my skull.
Eyes full of dreams,
Feeling half past baked.
Dreaming awake,
data stream beamed from some place outer space.

(Daydream)
In enters ninja to fix this messy mix up.
A man in black who's always got my back.
Moving fast he attacks in slow motion.
Floats through air like he swimmin in the ocean.
Enemy's respect,
gravity has no effect.
Parkoring hardcore whatever obstacle comes next.
Chopping with his Hanzo sword random objects.
Stabs blade in the ground and finds a shady tree to rest.

Air becomes stale,
Ninja's face turns pale.
From the sky fly's from smog Vaudevillain Frog!
Lands with a boom,
Ninja thinks he's doomed.
Little did he know,
Frog just landed on his sword.

Just a child was I,
Running from reality's headaches as time flew by.
Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake.
Outer self auto pilot, inner great escape.

Runnin’ From Reality

Oh
my god
I'm thinking something crazy and I can't
Wait to
Release what's built up in me but I know
That when
I do it will amaze you but until
Then I
Will keep on pushing daisies while I try
To slow time flying by

Now
I have
Built up inside me courage which I know
Will lead
To a fantastic voyage through your space
And you
Think you can refuse my heartfelt embrace
So now
I release what's inside of me
A compassionate devotee
Adapt and romance selflessly
Turning "you and me" to "we"

Turning u&me 2 WE

Bruhnana

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