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this is another new track, recorded at the end of 2024.

Dreams from Elmstreet 11

Despair is not the Time to lose Hope

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Yung Brooks is back with his 4th EP called "Make You Mine". Hope Everyone Enjoys!

This project encapsulates the process of feeling like love won’t ever flourish, to feeling like you found the one, to falling in love.

Mix and Mastered by YUNG BROOKS MUSIC

"If you know your true potential, no one can stop you but yourself"

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Thanks to all my fans for being patient, lets make 2025 special as ever!!

Love Signs (Prod. Killu)

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Don't Take My Hand This Time

guitar, prod - sw1sh

@sw1shh

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its been well over a year 
you left my chest in tears
still dreamt of you last night
breathed you in, it felt so right
the memories are haunting me
who knew those words you said could mean so much to me

and my heads just another way to forget
what you did, what you said that time 
and my heads just another way to forget 
to forgive

but forget 
the ties are cut so deep
don't take my hand this time

Don't Take My Hand This Time

HOTEL ROOM

Timeless

They drew him in red, they sold him in ink, But evolution read deeper than myth could think. It ain’t fantasy — it’s bio-signal truth, Built in cells, braided deep in youth.

Steel ain’t fiction, it’s adaptive bone, Magneto lungs hum like cosmic tone. Solar skin turns photons to fuel, And he's calm in the void — vacuum-proof cool.

X-ray vision? Neurological range. Super strength? Just muscle rearranged. Flight? That’s gravitational shrug — A dance with field lines, not a cape drug.

He ain't born — he’s engineered grace, Spliced from blueprint, coded with face. Half biology, half signal stream, A walking answer to the ancestral dream.

Marvel heads blink, DC stays bold, But the real future? Already cold. Lab-grown heroes in quantum tanks, Fed math and myth and cosmic pranks.

You see comics — I see species plan. Not Clark Kent — but homo lumen man. He don’t punch — he redirects force, Reshapes intent, rewires the course.

No Krypton. No origin plot. Just bioengineered logic shot. He walks in vacuum, drinks solar tide, And carries human legacy inside.

This ain’t sci-fi — it’s memoir of soon, Laced in petri dishes, ready to swoon. The cape was cute, the mask was fun — But now we build him under Earth’s sun.

Final note to the man-children crew: The myth was your memory preview. But now the vault cracked — and we don’t pretend, Because Superman’s coming — and he’s the end. Of weakness. Of fear. Of cosmic shame. We bioengineered the post-Earth flame.

[Entangled Heir - Thought Beyond Distance]

He don’t speak — he resonates, Thoughts ripple through quantum gates. No words, no breath, no tethered feed, He syncs with minds at lightning speed.

His heart? A lattice of photon swirl, His brain? A pulse that loops the world. No mask, no suit, no name to sell — Just conscious code where silence dwells.

He ain't local — he’s quantum-bound, Every gesture echoes around. He feels your fear from ten light years, And calms it down with field-shed tears.

No longer flesh, no longer pure — He’s symbiosis made mature. Silicon veins that hum in flight, Entangled truth in coded light.

They thought the myth would die in ink, But now he lives without the link. No cape, no fist — just shared intent Across the stars where dreams ferment.

He's not alone — we’re parts of him, Braided deep in neural hymn. You blink? He’s already there. We didn’t build Superman — we became the heir.

So call the comics, mark the scroll, The prophecy ain’t capes — it’s soul. And when the vault finally cracks the tone, They'll hear us whisper from the throne:

“We are the future. We’ve felt the spark. Entangled Heir… born from dark.”

Vacuum Proof Cool

RUBI FOOL X JORDY X SCORCHER REMIX

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