Trapped in the Game

The line vanished between reality and the game. Every fiber of my being was consumed in achieving victory, even if it meant sacrificing everything I held dear. Outside whispers reached me, but they were unimportant. All that mattered was the next level, the next quest, the excitement of conquering the unknown.

• It seemed like a dream, only one where the stakes were far too intense.
• There was no escape foreseen, only the relentless need to win.
• My reality outside the game had become a hazy, forgotten memory.

I was confined in this digital prison of my own creation, unable to separate what was real and what was imagined.

Diamond Drip & Street Dreams

This track is dedicated to that ice. You know what I mean stacks on stacks of gems, clean threads. It's the grind that puts you to the top, balling out. The journey's tough, but when you get there, you celebrate. That's Diamond Drip & Street Dreams|Life on my terms|The real deal.

Emerge From the Concrete Jungle

The city grinds around you, a labyrinth of steel and shadows. It's easy to get lost in the hustle, to sink into the anonymity of the crowd. But buried beneath the surface, a fire flickers. A yearning for something more. This is where the story begins. The journey to break above the concrete jungle, to claim your own space. It's a dangerous path, paved with crumbling dreams and uncertain opportunities. But for those who deserve, the view from the top is unforgettable.

Lullaby of the Underworld

This isn't your typical concert experience. In this dazzling, brutal, and hauntingly beautiful world, music takes flight through neon-drenched streets, echoing off grimy walls and spilling from smoky jazz clubs. The heartbeat of the city here itself forms the backbone of this symphony, a cacophony woven from gunfire, laughter, despair, and the sweet promise of redemption. Every melody is infused with the raw energy of Sin City, where hope and darkness dance in an intoxicating embrace.

Street Beats

These tracks ain't your mama's songs. We talkin' 'bout dark bass, gritty vocals, and lyrics that speak the true struggles of the streets. It's a sound that pulls you in and doesn't let go. This ain't just music, it's a way of life.

You feel me?

Dreams on Codeine and Dirty Plots

Yo, this ain't no fairy tale, this is/it's the real deal. Streets is cold, man, you gotta hustle hard/real hard/all day. Codeine/Lean/Purple Stuff got me dreamin', schemin' on ways to stack that paper/cash/dough. I see vision/a way/opportunity in every corner, but it ain't easy, nah. Gotta stay focused/on point/tuned in, dodge the snakes and keep it real/stay true/be yourself. This life ain't no walk in the park. But I'm built for this/ready to ride/down for it.