UN1T Music | January 2024

Resistance #8 Upbeat RNB 128bpm F45

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proceed my victory lap before they take mark  
tore this gun from the waist before the race started 
what i recycle just ain’t something that the land feel
byproduct of scrapping, they junk just gon stay garbage 
my same jargon
stuck to that needle like ray charles 
no spoon fed houses 
just food stamps in them same partments 
same nights 
seen how much it take for a great life 
that pump, wasn’t for weight 
pops and safelite, the same cause
it ain’t stopping, my breaks take bout a day tops 
to reshape, came back regenerated with a straight arm
conditioned to uplift
my mission ain’t so charming 
where those strengths at list em
mine move like a freight of strongmen
competition of straw men 
wiped cause they pen is charmin 
acting like a bitch 
talking bout shit that don’t involve em 
but ive evolved since
world don’t spin 
nah it’s revolving 
still working for them chips 
pray on gods day for a call in 
like man please 
tryna eat off the plates of zangief 
my state of mind flawless, Nas gon fuck around and stamp me 
but 
my state dogshit
never in a damn league, 
i’m 85 bears, jogging out ready to face a stampede 
a man first 
following cash route logistics 
hate dancing for the gram 
to place in crashout olympics 
i mastered all my plans 
not a fanned out apprentice 
cruising at my own speed 
til i smashed down the limit 
so listen 
what’s been missing 
hamon could cut through a brick the new Mas Oyama on target, who prolly crack through a civic 
strict as Henry the 6th 
pride fighter like Genghis Khan for my varmin 
new captain at the table bitch i’m all in

all in freestyle (prod. juno)

Tell me…
When did your fire fade?
When did your spirit trade its pulse for silence?
You still breathing… or just remembering how?

I see bones that learned to smile,
Eyes rehearsing life in trial,
Hands that move but never feel,
Heartbeat hummin’ something unreal.
You’ve been hiding in this shell,
Echo livin’ under spell,
Chasin’ warmth you can’t restore,
Knockin’ loud on heaven’s door — no faith, just metaphor.

Rise up, breathe again,
Not for promise, not for sin.
You were buried in your own skin,
Now rise up, breathe again.
Not for saviors, not for signs,
Just to feel the blood align.
You were lost beneath the grime,
Now rise up — redefine.

Mirror cracked but still it waits,
Shows the ghost you imitate.
Shadow gone, but light don’t care,
You keep walkin’ nowhere.
All those voices in your head,
Ain’t demons — just the things you said.
Every lie became a prayer,
Every silence built your lair.

Wake up, break the chain,
Feel the thunder in your vein.
You don’t need a holy name,
Just the courage to remain.
No more ashes, no disguise,
See the storm behind your eyes.
Let the dust become your sign,
Rise again, this breath is mine.

Tell me, ghost, what’s your scent?
Ash and fear, or innocent?
You wore death like second skin,
But forgot where life begins.
You ain’t cursed, you just numb,
Forgot the sound of your own drum.
Still time to shake the grave’s control,
Still time to make your spirit whole.

Stand up, breathe again,
Not for mercy, not for men.
You were buried deep within,
Now stand up, breathe again.
Not for heaven, not for throne,
Just to stand, to be your own.
Every ghost can find its tone,
Rise up, reclaim your bones.

Ooh, breathe deep — feel the dust fall.
Ooh, wake up — hear your own call.
No preacher, no psalm, no chain, no law —
Just the truth that you still raw.

Rise up, breathe again,
Not for promise, not for sin.
You were buried in your own skin,
Now rise up, breathe again.
Not for heaven, not for crown,
Just to turn this life around.
You were lost, but now you’ve found,
Your own pulse — your own sound.

You ain’t dead.
You just forgot what living felt like.
So say it — not if, not maybe — when.
When you start again.

Rise up, breathe again (Gospel Rap reload)

Bi$hopthatrillest feat Big sha - Big shop

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UN1T is a strength and conditioning studio offering a trio of cardio, strength, and mobility focused classes, all incorporating the concept of working as a UN1T to complete the class. UN1T participants encourage, motivate and push their fellow members to get out of their comfort zone and complete their workout as one.
We like to treat everyone as an athlete. Everyone will be pushed to achieve their best.

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