Name: Point Me 2 Tmix by Tlyriks
Duration: 2 min 26 s
Description: #fendi #cardib #pointme2 #tmix #rap #trap #drill

Lets get this i fuck with this shit fr fr

Written by Slim X & 12-GAUG3

Beat Produced by: Guala Beatz

Slim X So What (FT) 12-GAUG3

Roll Up

Exotic

Songwriting and Singing: Alex Dwornik.
Song Instrumental: Lyosha Noble.

Why Why Why

Why Why Why With Ai Voice

Defcon 1: Lunar Groove

Chapter 1: The Cosmic Rave
On the barren surface of the moon, where Earth hung like a distant memory, an alien named Zyrix set up his makeshift DJ booth. His elongated fingers caressed the holographic decks, summoning beats from the void. His eyes—iridescent and otherworldly—glowed with anticipation.

Around him, astronauts from various nations had shed their bulky spacesuits and COME TOGETHER IN PEACE. They wore luminous jumpsuits, their helmets replaced by futuristic visors. The lunar base had transformed into a dance floor—a sanctuary for the interstellar weary. They’d travelled light-years to escape gravity’s grip, and now they’d defy it in a different way.

Chapter 2: The Astral Crowd
Commander Elena Vega, a seasoned beautiful Ukranian astronaut with a penchant for bass, led the charge. Her silver hair floated around her head, and her visor displayed the pulsating BPM. She’d smuggled a pair of lunar gravity boots—an Earth relic—just for this occasion. Her heart raced, not from oxygen deprivation, but from anticipation.

Beside her, Dr. Raj Patel, the brilliant American astrophysicist, adjusted his spectacles. His equations had led them here—to the moon’s hidden side, where the cosmic veil was thin. He’d traded star charts for strobe lights, equations for beats. His mind buzzed with quantum possibilities.

And then there was Captain Yuri Petrov, the stoic cosmonaut from Russia. His stern expression softened as the bassline kicked in. He’d left behind vodka shots for zero-gravity spins. Tonight, he’d prove that music transcended borders.

Chapter 3: The Alien Mix
Zyrix, his grey skin shimmering under the lunar glow, spun tracks from distant galaxies. His headphones clung to his elongated skull, and his four arms danced in harmony. The astronauts swayed, their boots thumping on the regolith. The moon’s craters became their strobe lights.

The beat intensified—a fusion of pulsars and kick drums. Zyrix’s blue eyes locked onto Elena’s. She felt the pull—the gravity of the music, the gravity of connection. Dr. Patel calculated wormholes in his head, and Captain Petrov spun Elena in a lunar waltz.

Chapter 4: The Cosmic Drop
As the lunar dawn approached, Zyrix unleashed the final track—a wormhole anthem. The astronauts abandoned their boots, floating above the moon’s surface. The bassline vibrated their bones, their souls. Earth watched—a distant disco ball.

And then it happened—the drop. The astronauts merged—a constellation of limbs. Zyrix’s alien fingers brushed Elena’s, and they spun through spacetime. Dr. Patel laughed, equations forgotten. Captain Petrov twirled, his stern face cracking into a grin.

Chapter 5: Zero-Gravity Eternity
As the last note echoed across the lunar expanse, the astronauts clung to each other. Zyrix’s eyes held galaxies—the birth of stars, the collapse of black holes. Elena whispered, “We’re dancing on the edge of existence.”

And so, in the moon’s silent embrace, they became one—a cosmic rave, a Defcon 1 of unity. The alien, the astronauts, and the lunar beats merged—a pulsar pulse, a quantum leap. Earth watched, and for a moment, its troubles seemed light-years away.

Note: “Defcon 1” wasn’t just a song; it was a zero-gravity revelation. May its echoes resonate through the cosmos. 🌕🎶

Defcon 1

Lyrics: 

         L, E, D, Robstah 
Crazy pill popper 
that didn’t stop her 
I just had too much to offer 
       Don’t try and bother 
Cause You’re not my father 
Just a heavy metal amateur 
A Hardcore poser 
        Keep my sister out yo fucking mouth 
Cmon keep it up and we gonna finna head south 
Catch you all alone, when your team is clocked out 
turn your nose into a brand new fresh blood spout 
     Word on the street 
your plans fell through
I wanted to feel bad 
but I’m enjoying this view 
When we tore through New Orleans
Snagged a doll: voodoo 
You Better lose my addy 
Cause you can’t come thru 
     You never sounded better 
Than when I rolled with you 
Bad bitchs never wetter 
That’s what I’m supposed to do 
See the big newsletter 
It’s my new breakthrough 
Fucking big trend setter 
I can do without you
    
      Take you out to dinner
Big money tipper 
Salsa double dipper
Thick thick thigh gripper 
Strong drink sipper
Feeling pretty chipper 
You tried to flash your clipper 
Got it caught in the zipper 
      Big time waster 
Juicy pussy taster 
Won’t see me later 
Out like a crusader 
     All of those haters 
Know that I’m greater 
Crawling out the tomb 
at noon 
Like I’m fucking tomb raider 
     Fire demonstrator
Molten steel creator 
When I’m at the day job 
Welder,  sheet metal fabricator 
Nobody greater 
Human calculator 
Been running this scene  
I’m as smart as a fifth grader 
     I ain’t from houston
But I still chop and screw
San Antonio playah 
Don’t give a fuck about you 
Everything was mid
 so I yeah I withdrew
I predicted this day
Like it was Deja vu

Point Me 2 Tmix

Tlyriks

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