Kokaina

Mizft Muzik - What's Right

Bye Bye (Ft. eskeisgone)

The Pale Light Tears draws its evocative strength from the stunning sight of sunrise over Faxaflói Bay. Laxá & Heima Kvartett blend post-rock power with classical texture to capture the quiet yet forceful beauty of morning light breaking across dark water. Jussi Siglarson’s heavy guitar riffs and Mike Taylor’s church organ echo the vastness of the bay, while Matthias Helguson’s steady drums and Bjarne Guðjohnsen’s bass ground the piece in a rhythmic heartbeat, like waves lapping against a rocky shore. Strings from Lisbeth Heima, Sif Árnadóttir, Natasha Guðmundsdóttir, and Ída Sigurðardóttir rise and fall, painting the first soft rays of dawn. This track drives forward with relentless energy, yet maintains an air of reflection, honoring the fragile beauty of the bay’s pale light.

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The Pale Light Tears dregur töfrandi styrk sinn í töfrandi sjón sólarupprásar yfir Faxaflóa. Laxá og Heima Kvartett blanda krafti eftir rokk með klassískri áferð til að fanga hljóðláta en kraftmikla fegurð morgunljóssins sem brýst yfir dimmt vatn. Þung gítarriff Jussa Siglarsonar og kirkjuorgel Mike Taylor bergmála víðáttur flóans, á meðan stöðugar trommur Matthiasar Helgusonar og bassi Bjarne Guðjohnsen slípa verkið í taktfastum hjartslætti, eins og öldur sem skella við grýtta strönd. Strengir frá Lisbeth Heimu, Sif Árnadóttur, Natasha Guðmundsdóttur og Ídu Sigurðardóttur rísa og falla og mála fyrstu mjúku dögunargeislana. Þessi braut keyrir áfram af miskunnarlausri orku, en heldur samt í lofti spegilmyndar og heiðrar viðkvæma fegurð fölu ljóssins í flóanum.

The Pale Light Tears by Icelandic post rock band Laxá & Heima Kvartett

Violent (feat. Zenix Universe)

You ain’t support me when I’m down do come over when I’m up!!!

Common Sense

Production by “KHALI BEATS” on YouTube. Original Lyrics and Vocals. Song made with Bandlabs.


Lyrics:

Step in the mind of the neglect
Breaking the switch, changing the set
Lyrical deaf, I might not be the all holy repeater

Stingy like rays – they all lethal
You gotta pay to see ‘em

My cellar’s scary as a haunted house
So don’t get near it

Trouble in the methodology, double up the psychology
It’s a flawed fog, bed-ridden song hog
Barking up like a dog whose euthanization’s gone wrong
Unpleasantly, I’m off the stream 24/7; I don’t sleep

I’m off the plug, meditation’s got numb down to my toes
I’m viewed all like a scum, but they all wrong (what?)
So I stir up a song. Is it original? – Yeah, like the Louis Armstrong 

Cuz I’m a trumpet, imma clutch it, I’m a Dutch baking oven
Steaming mad rhymes and such, generating the rush
Of my lyrical schemes, I’m planning it out all clean
I’m masterminding it keen
Lazer words like a beam

And no, no, no – I’m not gone change my flow
But I will change my tone, so don’t dig me hoe

Damn, resist the scratch cuz it’ll fight back
I’m a tick, imma attack, a tic-tac, Knick knack, cadaver brought back
I lack the coffin where I romanticize how often I leave
All the girls here coughing with how talkless they are on it

I left a note – tell me what you like about it
It’s my death will and denial
You don’t like it? You can have it
Mail it soon, so I don’t intercept it, fool
I have my methods, have my ways, tumble down into my gaze

Daze – conserve your cells within your cranium
Due to my bars containing [Ti]Tanium
Looking at it all from the large, you’ll be coming to figure out
I’m not so small, even if I don’t run these halls

I’m breaking beats and I’m breaking a sweat with my lyrical haul
Highway up is the “my way of bluff”, so I pay up
And I touch this paper of self-love
I give up leaving so I look like I mean it when they just see it
Not hear it, but I long for them to feel it, so they can tweak it and be it

But not be it for fun; withdraw with purpose
Fastidious hatred means love
Tradition cherished – 90’s rap cooling out in the sun
Is the moment you know the trap is sprung

Lyrical sweat is what I do 
Lyrical sweat makes me a ghoul
Alive mind in a dead bod.
Am I too honest in a song?
Am I rambling for on ‘n’ on?
Wonder did I do [do] something wrong
Borrow legacies by the posh
Apparel, OshKosh B’gosh

Gimme a minute
Gimme a chance
To control my breath
And give you a prance
From mic to mic
From bar to bar
Let’s start all over
We’ll both go far

I preach coalition, but it won’t go far
Given how many attempts you say at filth I discharge
I lodge too much into my song 
It’s like a ping pong match gone wrong
Label me a showoff, off, off, off, off, off
And on, already produced that one, dawg

Next thing you know, heads jam to mine – call it a bop
Highschool kid blockhead, never popped off
Talks never cheap; call it recycled art

My lyrical sweat
It’s my lyrical sweat
My lyrical sweat
It’s my lyrical sweat



Lyrical Sweat

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