Brixton Road

[Verse 1]
Sometimes it feels like when you’re on the bag,
Is the only time I see you crack a smile.
Now I come to think of it, you should come around, man,
You know I haven’t seen you in a while.
The highs won’t last; they’ll just leave you hollow,
The mornings keep asking, how long can you follow?

[Hook]
Why you wanna be like them tho?
In the kitchen snorting lines all night.
Why are you still high at 7A.M bro?
The party's been over for a while.

[Verse 2]
Yo, I only see you grinnin’ when you’re choppin’ them lines,
Every weekend’s a rerun, same scene, same crime.
We used to kick it proper, now you ghost in the day,
Only show up at the afters when your nose needs a play.
I’m not judgin’, I’m worried — it’s eatin’ your soul,
Them highs got a price tag, they takin’ a toll.
The sunrise ain’t a trophy when your heart feels hollow,
How many rails left, man, how long can you follow?

[Hook]
Why you wanna be like them tho?
In the kitchen snorting lines all night.
Why are you still high at 7A.M bro?
The party's been over for a while.

[Verse 3 ]
Dark circles where the light used to shine in your eyes,
Chasin’ moments that vanish, leavin’ truth in disguise.
Laughin’ loud in the moment, but the silence is loud,
When the music cuts out and there ain’t no crowd.
I see the clock spinnin’ faster, but your world’s standin’ still,
You can’t numb the hurt forever, can’t outrun what you feel.
Yeah, the bag feels endless, but the years slip by,
Tell me, will it all be worth it when the well runs dry?

[Hook]
Why you wanna be like them tho?
In the kitchen snorting lines all night.
Why are you still high at 7A.M bro?
The party's been over for a while.

Tell me, Why you wanna be like them tho?
In the kitchen snorting lines all night.
Why are you still high at 7A.M bro?
The party's been over for a while.

[Verse 4] 
Why you wired at the fire when the night’s expired?
Kitchen’s quiet but you’re higher than a flyer’s choir.
Lines on the counter like a roadmap scribble,
Follow every dotted path till your hope turns brittle.

(Why you wanna be like them tho?)

Seven in the morning, curtains never been shut,
Chasin’ shadows through the powder while the sun comes up.
Party been over since the clock struck four,
But you’re scratchin’ at the table like you’re searchin’ for more.

Eyes wide open, but they’re vacant inside,
Try to laugh through the crash, but the pain don’t hide.
Echoes in the silence when the crowd’s all gone,
Every joke falls flat when the highs wear off.

(Why you wanna be like them tho?)

You say it’s nothin’, just a phase, just a habit,
But the habit’s got a hunger, and your soul’s what it’s after.
Mirror in the bathroom won’t lie, it shatters,
Showin’ every line written in the chapters that matter.

So why you wanna be like them tho?
In the kitchen snortin’ lines ’til your veins go
Why you still high at 7 A.M., bro?
The party’s been dead for a while —

[Hook]
Why you wanna be like them tho?
In the kitchen snorting lines all night.
Why are you still high at 7A.M bro?
The party's been over for a while.

Tell me Why you wanna be like them tho?
In the kitchen snorting lines all night.
Why are you still high at 7A.M bro?
The party's been over for a while.

[Outro] 
(Why you wanna be like them tho?) 
(Why you wanna be like them…)
(Why you wanna be like them tho?)
(Why you wanna be like them…) 
(Why you wanna be like them tho?) 
(Why you wanna be like them…)


Afters II (feat. Bus Stop Prophets) (Bonus Track)

They built a wall with broken lullabies
Took them while the babies cried
Paper chains and borderlines
So tell me — who gon’ read them their rights?

Uh, it’s déjà vu from the books they hid
Same pain painted new for the immigrant kid
From the Rez to the camps, history flipped
They rebrand oppression, trademark the script
Politicians with a grin like wolves in ties
Sippin’ on fear, serve lies with ice
You call it policy, I call it theft
Of hope, of trust, of a mother’s breath

Cold as ICE, they freeze the truth
Cameras rollin’ while they steal our youth
Paper cuts bleed — bureaucracy bite
When badges mask the face of fright
ICE cold, ICE cold — their heart on hold
ICE cold, ICE cold — the story’s told

They sellin’ fear on a livestream scroll
Raid gear glimmer like a TikTok hoe
DHS commenting “We heroes now!”
While a child’s first word’s a silent vow
History hummin’ — same chord, different key
“Civilize,” “detain,” “re-educate,” or “set free”
They talk about law, I talk about trauma
Every cage built is a ghost of a mama

You can’t deport the memory
You can’t detain the dream
You can’t ICE the melody
That stills a mother’s scream

Paperwork killers, doin’ numbers in suits
Hollow talk — “just followin’ rules”
But laws don’t wash blood off boots

Every contract got a fine-print lie
Same lobbyists cash checks on the side
Profit from trauma, call it detention
I call it criminal with congressional pension

“You can’t freeze a people forever, yo
Heat always rises — and justice?
Justice got a long fuse but a heavy hand!”

Cold as ICE, they freeze the truth
Cameras rollin’ while they steal our youth
Paper cuts bleed — bureaucracy bite
When badges mask the face of fright
ICE cold, ICE cold — their hearts so cold
ICE cold, ICE cold — the story’s old

ICE Cold

Buck Fitty

This isn’t just music — it’s a reboot protocol.
Each track is a mental hack, a spoken-code designed to reset thought patterns, awaken awareness, and merge spirituality with digital architecture.
From BOOT SEQUENCE to CODE OF FIRE (SIGMA 13 EDIT), every verse is a command-line for self-sovereignty.

DREAM DEBUGGER

A raw descent into the emotional weight of depression. Each verse threads a different symptom—sadness, numbness, and worthlessness—wrapped in haunting metaphors and cinematic tension. The chorus echoes the silent struggle behind every forced smile. This isn’t just a song—it’s a mirror for the ones who feel unseen.

#MentalHealthAwareness #Dark #EmotionalVerse I #CodedLyrics #ViralTrack #RealTalk #PainInBars #UnseenVoices

The Devil Inside

1. Johnny Slash & Coast LoCastro - Drop A Bomb

Key0n & ArCen - Paypal (feat Rare) [Prod. Key0n & Rare]

Producer: Mvparham
Mix & Mastering Engineer: Ehsan Jafari

Khabam Nemibare

Ich liebe Alles

Panjereh

Marcel was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

ICE Cold

WDTSF