On s'met bien x Bound in Atmos (played by Mika Grace)

A rap song on a housebeat with french accent.

[Intro]
[Spatial 3D Jazz-Piano swirling 360 degrees]
[Deep 808 Sub-bass swell in center]
[Driving 140 BPM 909 Kick drum enters]
(Yeah... black leather... feel the space... 140... let's go.)

[Verse 1] (16 Lines)
[Deep authoritative male voice, centered]
My Queen, wrapped in black leather, yeah, you know the drill,
Short skirt, high boots, on that throne, stayin' still.
I worship you, starin' at those tattoos while I pray,
Waitin' for a glance, just to make it through the day.
It’s this sick devotion guidin' me through the dark,
Your cold glow is the only thing that leaves a mark.
No talkin' back, I sign every fuckin' clause,
Livin' in your shadow, I don't need a pause.
Nothin' matters more than feelin' you real close,
Let my hunger cool down in your lethal dose.
Just this twisted love and this dark-ass grace,
You broke me down with just one look at your face.
Come on, drop the act, I’m ready for the whip,
Your dominance is the only way I don't slip.
Can't you feel my heart screamin' for your hand?
In this world of pain, I’m the one to take a stand.

[Chorus]
[Layered male choir, anthemic and wide]
Give me your love, let it burn like pain,
Tie the knots – I’m the slave in your reign.
Bring the iron rules – Mix my blood with your wine,
Against the orders – I’m yours, and you’re mine.
Whatever happens – We’re walkin' through the fire,
"On se met bien" – You’re my only fuckin' desire.

[Instrumental Bridge 1]
[Hard 909 Kick rhythm at 140 BPM, heavy 808 sub-bassline]
[SFX: Whip-crack echoing through the 3D-field]

[Verse 2] (16 Lines)
[Intense binaural male delivery]
I need it raw, sick of all the trash they sell,
Bind me tight, yeah, drag me through your hell.
I say what I think, "nature peinture", no fake shit,
Under your skirt, I see the love, I’m cravin' it.
That oily glow on your skin, my only fuckin' goal,
Caught in your leather web, you own my fuckin' soul.
Don't need that cheap-ass fame or their plastic lies,
Just a sip of your love, look me in the eyes.
On this path, I represent you and my own cage,
Bound hands, reachin' out, full of fuckin' rage.
For the real ones who know what true passion means,
I’m your dog now, fuck their movie scenes.
Crank the volume, I wanna hear your voice scream,
I swear to your power, this ain't no fuckin' dream.
If they hate it, fuck 'em, I don't give a damn,
I’m here for the thrill, this is who I am.

[Chorus]
(Repeat Chorus)

[Instrumental Bridge 2]
[Breakdown: Only wide-stereo Piano and 808 Sub]
[909 Open Hats flickering at 140 BPM]

[Verse 3] (16 Lines)
[High energy, commanding male vocals]
Standin' tall in my faith, I’m ready for the strike,
Hard-headed, takin' everything you fuckin' like.
With the whip and cold steel, leather burnin' my skin,
I feel the cold steel deep, let the real pain begin.
Street lyricist, singin' 'bout my own fuckin' scars,
Carrying broken dreams behind your leather bars.
To survive this shit, you can't be scared of the heat,
In your brutal love, my life is finally complete.
Hard, raw cravin', revolt in every fuckin' vein,
I’m addicted to the feel of your heavy-ass chain.
Fuck their freedom, I just want your iron grip,
Into your circle, let me take this final trip.
Until my mind snaps, tear the words from my throat,
By your side is the only place I’m gonna float.
No mass, no talk, just us in the cold-ass light,
I’m your slave forever, there’s no end in sight.

[Chorus]
(Repeat Chorus)

[Outro]
[Full Instrumental Peak - 140 BPM drive]
The spot above my heart, reserved for your brand,
Carved deep and dirty by your hand.
A blood oath forever, on your throne.
[Final 808 sub-tail ringing out]
[End]

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A rap song on a housebeat with french accent. [Intro] [Spatial 3D Jazz-Piano swirling 360 degrees] [Deep 808 Sub-bass swell in center] [Driving 140 BPM 909 Kick drum enters] (Yeah... black leather... feel the space... 140... let's go.) [Verse 1] (16 Lines) [Deep authoritative male voice, centered] My Queen, wrapped in black leather, yeah, you know the drill, Short skirt, high boots, on that throne, stayin' still. I worship you, starin' at those tattoos while I pray, Waitin' for a glance, just to make it through the day. It’s this sick devotion guidin' me through the dark, Your cold glow is the only thing that leaves a mark. No talkin' back, I sign every fuckin' clause, Livin' in your shadow, I don't need a pause. Nothin' matters more than feelin' you real close, Let my hunger cool down in your lethal dose. Just this twisted love and this dark-ass grace, You broke me down with just one look at your face. Come on, drop the act, I’m ready for the whip, Your dominance is the only way I don't slip. Can't you feel my heart screamin' for your hand? In this world of pain, I’m the one to take a stand. [Chorus] [Layered male choir, anthemic and wide] Give me your love, let it burn like pain, Tie the knots – I’m the slave in your reign. Bring the iron rules – Mix my blood with your wine, Against the orders – I’m yours, and you’re mine. Whatever happens – We’re walkin' through the fire, "On se met bien" – You’re my only fuckin' desire. [Instrumental Bridge 1] [Hard 909 Kick rhythm at 140 BPM, heavy 808 sub-bassline] [SFX: Whip-crack echoing through the 3D-field] [Verse 2] (16 Lines) [Intense binaural male delivery] I need it raw, sick of all the trash they sell, Bind me tight, yeah, drag me through your hell. I say what I think, "nature peinture", no fake shit, Under your skirt, I see the love, I’m cravin' it. That oily glow on your skin, my only fuckin' goal, Caught in your leather web, you own my fuckin' soul. Don't need that cheap-ass fame or their plastic lies, Just a sip of your love, look me in the eyes. On this path, I represent you and my own cage, Bound hands, reachin' out, full of fuckin' rage. For the real ones who know what true passion means, I’m your dog now, fuck their movie scenes. Crank the volume, I wanna hear your voice scream, I swear to your power, this ain't no fuckin' dream. If they hate it, fuck 'em, I don't give a damn, I’m here for the thrill, this is who I am. [Chorus] (Repeat Chorus) [Instrumental Bridge 2] [Breakdown: Only wide-stereo Piano and 808 Sub] [909 Open Hats flickering at 140 BPM] [Verse 3] (16 Lines) [High energy, commanding male vocals] Standin' tall in my faith, I’m ready for the strike, Hard-headed, takin' everything you fuckin' like. With the whip and cold steel, leather burnin' my skin, I feel the cold steel deep, let the real pain begin. Street lyricist, singin' 'bout my own fuckin' scars, Carrying broken dreams behind your leather bars. To survive this shit, you can't be scared of the heat, In your brutal love, my life is finally complete. Hard, raw cravin', revolt in every fuckin' vein, I’m addicted to the feel of your heavy-ass chain. Fuck their freedom, I just want your iron grip, Into your circle, let me take this final trip. Until my mind snaps, tear the words from my throat, By your side is the only place I’m gonna float. No mass, no talk, just us in the cold-ass light, I’m your slave forever, there’s no end in sight. [Chorus] (Repeat Chorus) [Outro] [Full Instrumental Peak - 140 BPM drive] The spot above my heart, reserved for your brand, Carved deep and dirty by your hand. A blood oath forever, on your throne. [Final 808 sub-tail ringing out] [End] • Copyright © 2026 Mika Grace – All Rights Reserved.

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