Raw old-school hip-hop beat meets sharp social commentary. A witty, biting look at the compromises made to climb the ladder.

Lyrics :

The Immigrants "Bow to Rise"

[Intro] 
If you wanna rise, You gotta bend low. Bend low, bend slow. Yeah, that’s how the game goes.
[Verse 1] 
Bless the boss with the shiny shoes, Laughs too loud, got nothing to lose. Always got some clowns around, Standing stiff, spinning round and round.
Acting big, but he’s full of air, Talk too slick? Better beware. Boom boom, pop pop, just noise, Clown kings playing with broken toys.
[Pre-Chorus] 
Bend low, bend slow, Bend your pride just so. Smile fake, stand in line, Pretend you fine, pretend you fine.
[Chorus] 
If you wanna rise, you gotta bow. Bend your back, fake that vow. If you wanna rise, you gotta bow, Play the fool, at least for now.
[Verse 2] 
Promises cracked like worn-out boots, Oaths so fake they got no roots. If the prince got pockets of sand, Don’t expect gold in the people’s hands.
Heads up, kid, watch your back, After this hustle, what you gonna stack? Think this world gonna smile for you? You might see what the blind never knew.
[Pre-Chorus] 
Bend low, bend slow, Bend your pride just so. Smile fake, stand in line, Pretend you fine, pretend you fine.
[Chorus] 
If you wanna rise, you gotta bow. Bend your back, fake that vow. If you wanna rise, you gotta bow, Play the fool, at least for now.
[Bridge] 
What's the game, what's the play? A broken crown on a broken day. Say "hi" to the puppets, wave to the throne, Kiss the ring, or break the stone.
[Outro] 
Bow to rise, Bow to rise, Bend your pride, Bow to rise.



Bow to Rise

A continuation of Violet, blooming into resilience. From grief to hope, the city’s noise fades, leaving only the heartbeat of renewal.

Midnight_Express

Evergarden

Coded precision. A vocal fragment, sharp as an algorithm, cold as steel.

Interlude : 

Neon blood on the steel floor,  
I don’t knock / I phase through doors.  
Creepin’ like a glitch in time,  
Silhouettes in optic grime.  
Red dot / breath stop / fade to black,  
Hitman runnin’ on a data track.

Three Bullet Theory

Hitman.exe (interlude)

Acid lines driving forward, a hint of Russian melodic touch under heavy 140 BPM pulse.

man on acid.

before eternity.

Already a known piece in Dark Earl’s world, “Purple Atlas” finds its place in the album as a map of shadows. Breakbeat pulses collide with ambient layers and darkcore weight, charting an imaginary terrain.

Purple Atlas

Rif Kif Dubman’s hidden demo Later, a Dub Breakbeat Trip-hop track that never made it to release. A raw and playful groove, kept alive through rare_version.

Later

A warning disguised as a beat, eerie pads with sub bass knocking like someone at the door.

Dr0pit

Don’t Open

Hello Grey! is Lotus Pastel at its most enigmatic. Words spill like fragments of an absurd philosophy, half chaotic, half prophetic, where hidden truths hide in nonsense. The song plays with shadows and riddles: who is Grey, and why does his name echo in the title? No answer is given. Instead, the track leaves a trail of questions, absurd and luminous, a signature of Lotus Pastel’s universe where chaos itself becomes meaning.

Hello Grey!

Andromeda drifts as pure sound: layers of techno ambient textures unfolding like distant light across silence. A track that moves slow, vast, and magnetic, holding the weight of Dark Earl’s universe without words.

Andromeda

IM22 - Heart22

D'JNIYEN - I HAVE A DREAM

Born in the deep pulse of Georgia, USA, TrapGhost are a young couple who treat trap as both ritual and rebellion. Their music is not just bass and beats, it is haunted storytelling where Southern grit collides with futuristic sound design. Raised on the legacy of Atlanta’s trap pioneers yet drawn to the shadows of underground EDM, they carve a sound that is both intimate and spectral. Dark pads drift like memories, robotic vocal chops confess like ghosts in the night, and every 808 they drop feels like a heartbeat echoing under purple fog. For TrapGhost, trap is not a genre but a séance, a way of summoning love, loss, and survival from the other side of silence.

Don’t Open

Trapgh0st