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Cosmo Wanda

This is a song about time and how it affects us

It Flies

Boppin' (feat. Masaccio)

Street Racer: Asphalt Symphony

Part I: The Revving Prelude

The year was 1973, and the sun hung low over the gritty streets of Detroit. The air smelled of gasoline and rebellion. The asphalt trembled, anticipating the arrival of the Street Racer—a legend carved from chrome and adrenaline.

In the heart of Motor City, Johnny “Nitro” Malone leaned against his '69 Dodge Charger R/T, its hood adorned with a snarling Hemi engine. Johnny’s leather jacket bore the scars of countless races, and his eyes held the secrets of the midnight asphalt. He was a poet of speed, a maestro of the throttle.

Part II: The Pursuit

The city’s finest—the Detroit PD—were on his tail. Their sirens wailed, their V8 engines roared. The lead cruiser, Officer Frank Reynolds, gripped the wheel, his jaw clenched. He’d been chasing Nitro for months, but tonight was different. Tonight, the streets were alive with the pulse of rebellion.

Nitro’s Charger shot forward, tires screeching. The city blurred—a neon-lit tapestry of billboards, diners, and flickering streetlights. The police cars followed, their red and blue lights painting the night. Nitro’s engine sang—a symphony of horsepower and defiance.

Part III: The Urban Ballet

Through the tight alleys and wide boulevards, Nitro weaved. His Charger hugged corners, its exhaust spitting flames. The police cars struggled to keep up, their tires smoking. Nitro glanced in the rear view mirror—Officer Reynolds was relentless, his eyes ablaze.

The crowd gathered—the night owls, the dreamers, the rebels. They leaned against lampposts, their hearts racing. This wasn’t just a chase; it was a performance—an urban ballet set to the beat of Detroit’s heartbeat.

Nitro’s Charger leaped over a pothole, its suspension protesting. Reynolds closed in, his cruiser inches from Nitro’s bumper. The city held its breath. Nitro’s fingers danced across the dashboard—a switch, a hidden button. The Charger’s exhaust flaps opened wide, unleashing a primal roar.

And then it happened—the final stretch. The freeway lay ahead, its lanes empty. Nitro’s Charger surged, the speedometer needle kissing 150 mph. Reynolds pushed harder, his radio crackling with backup requests. But Nitro was in his element—the asphalt was his canvas, and velocity was his brushstroke.

As the city lights blurred into streaks, Nitro whispered to his Charger, “One last dance, old girl.”

The freeway exit loomed—a hairpin turn. Nitro’s tires screamed, and the Charger slid sideways, smoke billowing. Reynolds followed, but his cruiser fishtailed, careening into a concrete barrier.

Nitro vanished into the night, leaving behind a symphony of sirens and burning rubber. The crowd cheered, their voices merging with the fading engine roar. Nitro’s legend grew—a phantom racer, a nocturnal comet.

And Officer Reynolds? He stood by his battered cruiser, watching the taillights disappear. He knew—he’d lost the race, but he’d gained something else: respect for the Street Racer who danced with danger.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Street Racer.” The real magic lies in the music.

Street Racer

Grinding | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by JayBeatzMuzik)

() All rights reserved for the original recording to: The Rolling Stones. ÷)
Cover


psychedelic cover of this track woth some syd barret esque quitar effects to add to its sinister feel perfect tune for this album and one i idolize.


As apways thank you for you support, and viewership! (Have a full time Job now so pergorming even in studio is rare anymore; but you make it all worth it!!♡)

2000 Lightyears From Home (cover)

MURDER

The 5th record off of B. Austin's new album titled "The Hit Factory"

The Hit Factory

Pray Prod. By Akhornz

“clear the room like tht bih tryna renovate”

8 Knocks

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Grinding | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by JayBeatzMuzik)

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