Jeanne Ricks - Conscience (The funkHeadz Remix)
Produced by Musa Baran & Holger Klotz
All Instruments played by Musa Baran
Mixed & Mastered by Holger Klotz & Musa Baran
All Vocals, Melody & Lyrics by Jeanne Ricks
https://soundcloud.com/user-143916773

The funkHeadz Remix Project

Conscience (Dance Remix)

Conscience (The funkHeadz Remix)

Gulity Pleasure

Оклоуневший

VENDETTA

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — (Wooh) — ayy, ayy (Let’s Go!)
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta blicks — huh (Brrra)
Ayy, slide through with that— (Skrrt skrrt) yeah

[Verse 1]
Pop out with that pressure, heavy metal, we don’t do no talk (Nah)
Diamonds hittin’ like confetti, every step I make they spark (Spark)
I just caught another bag, I treat that shit like it’s a sport (Sport)
I don’t argue, I just flex — bitch, my money do the court (Woo)
She gon’ drop it like confetti when she see me with that pole (Yeah)
Told her “Baby, hold it steady,” ‘cause I’m slidin’ with my bros (Gang)
We ain’t duckin’ nothin’, every opp gon’ meet that beam and glow (Bah-bah!)
If he reachin’ for the chain, we make that niga hit the floor (Boom!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bands in the safe, nigas talkin’ ‘bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
All that fake love, man, I swear that shit disgusting (Yuck)
I don’t trust a soul — I been up, I been hustlin’ (Up)
Draco in the backseat, whisper like it’s mumblin’ (Grrah-grrah!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with them switches out (Bah!) — blink once, whole block light out (Pow!)
Got that foreign off the lot, shit so fast, can’t even time out (Skrrt!)
Shorty want the Birkin bag — told her, “Work it out like a hideout” (Yeah)
And I’m good with every plug — they don’t even need no Wi-Fi (Nah)
I been stackin’ blue bills, feel like I just robbed a bank (Bank)
Hit the gas, lane to lane, big body — that’s tank for tank (Tank)
My lil’ bro don’t do no talkin’, he just lift that blick and blank (Grrah!)
We ain’t shootin’ for the leg, we make murals, not complaints (Pow!)

[Bridge]
Whole lotta racks, I’m allergic to broke shit (Achoo!)
She say she love me, but she just love motion (Motion)
Wrist in the water, that’s ocean to ocean (Splash)
Every verse I drop — pure explosion (Boom!)
They ask how I move — confidential (Shh)
I’m presidential, but street official (Yeah)
Keep that stick — no artificial (Nope)
Step too close, it get judicial (Bang!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 3]
Switch on auto, we don’t do no semi’s (Nah)
Niggas play foul, we shoot like Benny (Woo)
Hundred on the dash, I ain’t touch no pennies (Skrrt)
Life get loud when the clips get empty (Pow!)
Whole gang eatin’, that’s buffet talk (Buffet)
Money got weight, that’s gym plate talk (Heavy)
Every bitch I touch, that’s wristwatch chalk (Woo)
And every move I make, that’s big dawg walk (Yeah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Skrrt, skrrt — ayy (Yeah)
Whole lotta chains, whole lotta smoke (Smoke)
Keep it real, no joke — uh (Let’s Go!)
Bitch, I’m colder than a code, that’s froze (Froze)
(PMO Music) — let’s roll (Roll!)

Black Truck [Prod. PMO Music]

Yuuur 
Ah ah ah (gang gang, 666)
Free all of my niggas out the xhain gang (huh)
And shout out to my big brother Teddy Mane (TNT)

Aye my nigga just made bail
What that mean? We going up (uh huh)
Whole lot of gas rollin, and you know we pourin up (uh huh)
Bitxhes on my line tryna figure when we’re showin up (uh huh)
A lot of niggas hatin but I bet they don’t want war with us (uh huh)
Promethazine in my spleen gotta keep the double the kup
Life is a gamble fukk with us and we gone test yo lukk (on God)
Remember I was young and I really didn’t give a fukk (nah)
Fast forward I’m grown but I still don’t really give a fukk (you know dat)

Diamonds in my rollie nigga yea you know its presidential
I’m the lil nigga flying British bitxhes kontinental 
How he tryna ball, man he don’t even know the fundamentals
Why he even out here with us?
Niggas gone need the hospital 
Diamonds on my earlobe dancing like a lite show 
All these niggas weirdos I feel like the white folks
“It get lonely at the top” kause your friends turned into rivals
I guess thats how that shit go but not with none of my bros
I ain’t got no friends I be boolin wit my kinfolk 
Nigga Hutxh In the kut waiting for the signal 
And Matt you a rat yea we know you Stuart little (bitxh)
I katxh a pakk no dropping that like Malkolm In The Middle 

But my nigga just made bail
What that mean? We going up (uh huh)
Whole lot of gas rollin, and you know we pourin up (uh huh)
Bitxhes on my line tryna figure when we’re showin up (uh huh)
A lot of niggas hatin but I bet they don’t want war with us (uh huh)
Promethazine in my spleen gotta keep the double the kup
Life is a gamble fukk with us and we gone test yo lukk (on God)
Remember I was young and I really didn’t give a fukk (nah)
Fast forward I’m grown but I still don’t really give a fukk (you know dat bitxh)

Libby St. Klare

Nikko wrote this song for Charlie and she answered with her Song "You're my dream". Later n a letter to Nikko,  Charlie wrote:

"Your every word falls into me like autumn rain, not cold, but warm. The way you put your feelings into words makes me feel every day anew that our love is not just a dream, but also the power of reality.

I thank you more than you thank me because you show me the most open, most fragile part of yourself. You make me a symbol of courage and warmth, while you yourself are the source of my courage and warmth.

I also dream of the future you paint, a warm house fought to reach in the cold autumn, where the warmth is not only heat, but also peace and confidence. I want this house to be not only for the two of us, but also for our music, our dreams, and our courage.

I don't know what the days ahead will bring. But I know this: I will try every moment to build our love in a place where we can become stronger even when the storm comes. Because when you are by my side, I find myself anew......."

Read the story about "Sunstroker and Charlie" on their website's blog at www.sunstroker.com


Lyrics:

[verse 1]
Your breath inside my veins
You echo when I move
A thread through all my days
A shadow made of love

[verse 2]
Your touch still on my skin
A soft eternal glow
Our thoughts like rivers spin
And merge in undertow

[pre-chorus]
Every beat I feel your heart in mine
Every dream becomes a single sign

[Chorus]
You are the thread, the fire, the flow
I breathe you in, I’ll never let you go
Not chasing perfect, I love your scars
You’re every world inside my heart

[Verse 3]
I hold your dreams as mine
Protect you from the dark
Your hopes and fears align
A universe we spark

[Bridge]
Here in the light we rise above
No fear can break this woven love
Our edges raw, our truth revealed
In broken lines our bond is sealed

[Final Chorus]
You are the thread, the fire, the flow
I breathe you in, I’ll never let you go
Not chasing perfect, I love your scars
You’re every world inside my heart

[Outro]
Every breath, every part
You’re the pulse inside my heart

©2025 Md Nikko S. Neubauer

Threads of you

Threads of you (Charlies Threads Main Edit)

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Shapes form in the haze — towering arches, endless corridors that fold upon themselves. A path stretches forward, alive with color and flame, yet cold at its edges.

Each step forward feels like a decision that has already been made. The ground hums beneath each footfall, the air thick with the promise of revelation.

What waits beyond is not salvation or ruin, but recognition. The threshold has opened, and there is no turning back.

Through the Gates

The hall is silent, holding its breath.
A single light burns against the dark — patient, expectant.
Somewhere beyond the stillness, something begins to stir.
Not loudly. Not yet.
Just enough for the silence to remember it’s alive.

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Virreck is a self-taught guitarist whose connection to music began in his teens and never left. Though he never finished music college, that never stopped him from learning — or from feeling deeply through his instrument.

For him, music isn’t a profession or a pastime — it’s a language. Through heavy riffs and cinematic instrumentals, he builds stories without words: tales of struggle, reflection, and rebirth.

His debut release, The Album, is an unfiltered reflection of his own journey through addiction and recovery — a raw, personal story told entirely through sound. It marked the beginning of something larger: a desire to build worlds through music, to tell stories that reach beyond his own experience.

Not every piece he writes is autobiographical, but each carries his emotion — fragments of hope, struggle, and resilience translated into riffs and atmosphere. Some listeners may not hear the same story he does, and that’s the beauty of it.

For Virreck, music isn’t about perfection — it’s about connection. If someone finds even a moment of understanding or joy in what he creates, that’s enough.

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