"You want more?" feat. CastoByte

Acoustic Fingerstyle Metal, Dark Folk, Underground Rap, Trip Hop

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No sound, just breath in the dark
Cold room, I’m tracing a spark
One step echo in the void
Every move feels paranoid

Keep it close, no wasted breath
Every line got weight like death
No extras, cut it down
Strip the noise, remove the crown
I don’t move for show or hype
I just move when time is right
Every step precise and slow
Feel it deeper than you know
No hook needed, I control
Every pocket, every role
You add layers, I subtract
That’s the difference in the craft

Hold… don’t rush the breath
Every second closer to death
Slide… back… let it fall
Say less — that says it all
Step… heavy… feel the ground
No escape inside this sound
Cut the beat — let it breathe
What you hear is what you leave

No release, I keep it tight
No escape inside this fight
Cm weight in every line
I don’t drop — I redefine
No emotion, no display
Still it hits anyway
You want more — I give less
That’s the reason it connects

One breath
No sound
Just depth

Same room, different weight
Now I move like it’s too late
No doubt left in the frame
No need to prove a name
Every flaw I let it stay
That’s what makes it hit this way
Too clean never felt real
I prefer the edge you feel
No performance, just intent
Every bar is fully spent
You can hear it in the grain
All that pressure, all that strain

No drums… just air… just space
Heartbeat you can’t replace
Walls close in, no escape
Feel the shape of every break
(second half, rhythm returns)
Now it moves, but still restrained
Every hit is still contained
Half the force, double weight
That’s control — not just fate

Now it’s locked, no drift, no slide
Every pocket occupied
No mistakes, just human touch
Slight delay — it says too much
No big drop, no big peak
Still it hits when I speak
That’s the code, that’s the rule
Less is power when it’s true
Stay in range, mid and low
Let the whole structure grow
No distraction, no excess
Just a voice that can compress

One tone… still remains
Echo running through the veins.

2363/7500

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0/500