Change.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Tikkek's latest track, "Rhythm of Your Heart Beat Sets My Soul on Fire," is an electrifying anthem of love that captures the raw, passionate energy of two hearts in sync. It’s the perfect blend of emotion and intensity, with a sound that ignites the soul. This track would be a standout addition to your playlist, resonating deeply with listeners who crave music that hits both the heart and soul.

The Phoenician

Rhythm Of Your Heart Beat Sets My Soul On Fire

Sets My Soul On Fire

4Play Session 5

Meant for me (REMIX)

winners never quit..
quitters never win..

pavement

In the World there is always a chaotic and a divine this story through a soundscape measure, keeps your ears engaged and your thoughts to ponder. This is part 1 of 3 in the story line trilogy. This is also part of the AF series a song that was created in 2014 but never released to the public until now. Enjoy!!!
The Next part comes out a week from today Divine Of Peace. Remixed and remade 2 years after chaotic divine. Chaotic Peace is the Remixed version of the 2, showing the style and unique change though out. Listening to the first and second parts then listening to what I sound like with my music 10 years later. This has truly been a musical journey.

☆Chaotic Divine (Original Track)

Lies and Flies.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

soon as I'm dropping the hammer/I told y'all mother fuckers already your dropping the camera's/stomp on the lot of em when I go animal/eat em alive like a cannibal platter//licking my lips while I'm feeding these beats/sticking just the tip of my dick in the cheeks/you ain't ready for all of this meat/by the time I say bon appetit you say mission complete//I told you a long time ago/you could never be ready for me/you mother fuckers must've thought that I was kidding/when your hearing it your gonna see//and then fall on your knees/rolling round on the ground/with all of your fleas/ tryna clown me till now//but I bought up the speed/drowning you out/with all of my seed I bust off in your mouth/you swallow for me//telling me give me some more/make the world ridlah infinity's whore/spinning this ball on my finger tip/like I'm the king of it, it ain't anything at all//it's a slippery floor/Tryna keep up with these mother fuckers who ain't gifted at all/but they keep getting more/attention and building momentum does anyone listen to yall//just bopping your head to this bullshit n calling it music like you got a dick in your jaw/they looking so feminine bet when they go to the toilet, take a leak they piss on their balls/I got a question for y'all what the fuck is wrong with y'all/this is the troublesome call of the 96 era rap 96 Killa bitch and I'm outta control//

when I blast off into mayhem/you have to listen pay attention to hear what I'm saying/it's like I've been training/inside of a hyperbolic chamber flames from my fists when I'm spraying//training for god knows what/no one can beat me I fuck em all up/even that little pussy bitch Mr chocolate crisp/hey Marshall what's this then slut//the real slim shadys a bitch and what?/what the fuck you gon say about this/I don't give a fuck what you say about this/you already showed me your afraid asshole//you already got played yep dawg/I threw a grenade at your cranium/you tried to say you were made of vibranium/when it went off wasn't nothing left dawg//go cry to your buddy Mr 50 cent/n suck on his fucking egg roll/lay back at his crib n bend over/while listening to little John's get low//n you be like.. the song said so../till sweat drop from Curtis's balls/that's probably enough about you, you fucking little mother fucker/you are not that tall//trying your best to not get small/funny enough I'm just coming up/while your just fizzling out/guess it's about time that you took that fall//Ridlah infinity took that ball/n pushed you down the fucking stairs/along with your buccaneers ya whole squad of the puppeteers/fuck with this? nope.. that's cold//

ridlah be spinning red hot you could never/believe all the venom I hock up n send em/I clot up their energy use it against em/even an adrenaline shot wouldn't mend em//I end em like dead on the spot/n they never know if they gon get it or not/cos I don't give a fuck if they pissing me off/then I'm aiming at them n their heads on the block//it's getting to the point where just about everyone's pissing me off/lyrically They're soft/simply just not doing anything new/steady following through and just ripping it off//somebody else's catalogue/look at that punk bitch drake fuck that dog/stealing everybody's shit/n these mother fuckers are saying he's just that hot//no he ain't he ain't nothing/that's why Kendrick gave him a fucking/put the pen and paper in his dust bin/give that faggoty head an adjustment//what a coward he is and a thief/n a piece of shit I guess I'm erupting/I'ma fry em to death till the only thing left/are the real ones n these cuck kings//get Thier butts dinged, your fired/get the fuck outta here you little liars/and shut the fuck up n don't even try/to pretend you were ever legit in your life//cos you know that you never were n so do I/time to admit it n leave but your pride/that's gonna have to be put to the side/cos you don't get to take it with you denied//

96 killa (first mix)

Looking for a retreat to chill out and find peace? You're invited to come to my interstellar hideaway

My Interstellar Hideaway

Unnatural evolution

Drowning in sorrow

I craft echoes from the abyss—sounds born of shattered minds and unspoken scars.
Psychologicalcore isn't just noise; it's the scream of silence unraveling, woven from trauma's threads, prophetic whispers, and the raw ache of existence.
No cheap thrills here. This horror lingers, thinks, bleeds into your thoughts, resurrecting buried memories as confessions set to rhythm.
I'm Tweak, the Twisted One. Emerging from the void with fresh drops that demand to be heard.
Join the unraveling. You're never truly alone in the madness..

I am Tweak.
And this is Psychologicalcore.
You are not alone.