Speak

Glitchy beats and stuttered electronics set the base, layered with soulful, swirling synths and airy pads, The verses mix playful, syncopated percussion and warped samples under smooth R&B-influenced vocals, Choruses burst into lush psychedelic textures—distorted guitars, pulsing bass, dense harmonies—and darkwave pulses, Experimental interludes use chopped vocals and heavy effects, guiding the track through transformingly hypnotic atmospheres before surging back with driving power, blending retro and futuristic tones for a kaleidoscopic, rhythmic journey, Condensed: Glitch pop dance groove collides with soul-infused hypnagogic R&B, featuring stuttered beats, swirling synths, warped samples, and darkwave-psychedelic choruses of dense harmonies, distorted guitars, pulsing bass, and experimental vocal chops throughout

V4.5

https://youtu.be/B4dvtRGbFlA
Music Video

Speak when you're spoken to,
They spoke in loops.
I spoke to yoouu.
Speak when you're spoken to,
They spoke in loops.
I spoke to yoouu.

Second-hand thoughts, shirt hangin’ to my knees,
Lit the alley up — just to flex, not to please.
Gold on your neck like a curse you prayed for,
Smirked like a king — now you mop the same floor.
Cash got the flu, pockets in decay,
Tried to buy fans, but they walked away.
Bent truth in your teeth, still smiled for the lens,
Now you post quotes, tryna make amends.

No one listens — 'til you hammer it in rhyme.
No one loves you — 'til you're out of town.
No one hears you — when you’re stuck in the room.
Myy rooom
Speak when you're spoken to,
They spoke in loops.
I spoke to yoouu.

Heart on my sleeve — torn at the seams,
Midnight bled through American dreams.
Landlord sippin’ from a cracked-ass cup,
Talkin’ 'bout rent — he ain’t even showin’ up.
Priest rollin’ dice in a church lot Benz,
Sayin’ “God folds too, depends who pretends.”
Jukebox playin’ death with a beat,
Slow dance under balloons that leak.
Crow read the news like --
Luigi trailin’ Mario!,!!
I lost my cool, bought some new beliefs.
Now I walk like I buried the proof,
Smile like the truth got gold in its tooth.

They mumble behind curtains.
I write on the walls.
They wait for signs —
I take the calls.

Mama said “pray,” — I just played the beat.
Devil wore Prada, but he scuffed my sneaks.
Tried to find peace in a gold Rolex,
Time don’t heal — it just collects.
Dreams don’t age, but the rent do rise,
So I sold pride — through some blue portal.
Mirror said “flex,” — I just saw flaws,
Cut deals with unspoken laws.
Fake love like a fast-food chain,
Smile in the frame, rot in the frame.
Now I spit Psalms with a crooked jaw,
Proof in the crack where the light won’t crawl.

No one listens — 'til you hammer it in rhyme.
No one loves you — 'til you're out of town.
No one hears you — when you’re stuck in the room.
Speak when you're spoken to,
They spoke in loops.
I spoke to yoouu.

And sack rags.
And I feel guilty.
I wore my prizes, just the same.
I stood still –
The ground moved.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't fall.
That's my proof.
That's my proof.

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https://youtu.be/B4dvtRGbFlA Music Video Speak when you're spoken to, They spoke in loops. I spoke to yoouu. Speak when you're spoken to, They spoke in loops. I spoke to yoouu. Second-hand thoughts, shirt hangin’ to my knees, Lit the alley up — just to flex, not to please. Gold on your neck like a curse you prayed for, Smirked like a king — now you mop the same floor. Cash got the flu, pockets in decay, Tried to buy fans, but they walked away. Bent truth in your teeth, still smiled for the lens, Now you post quotes, tryna make amends. No one listens — 'til you hammer it in rhyme. No one loves you — 'til you're out of town. No one hears you — when you’re stuck in the room. Myy rooom Speak when you're spoken to, They spoke in loops. I spoke to yoouu. Heart on my sleeve — torn at the seams, Midnight bled through American dreams. Landlord sippin’ from a cracked-ass cup, Talkin’ 'bout rent — he ain’t even showin’ up. Priest rollin’ dice in a church lot Benz, Sayin’ “God folds too, depends who pretends.” Jukebox playin’ death with a beat, Slow dance under balloons that leak. Crow read the news like -- Luigi trailin’ Mario!,!! I lost my cool, bought some new beliefs. Now I walk like I buried the proof, Smile like the truth got gold in its tooth. They mumble behind curtains. I write on the walls. They wait for signs — I take the calls. Mama said “pray,” — I just played the beat. Devil wore Prada, but he scuffed my sneaks. Tried to find peace in a gold Rolex, Time don’t heal — it just collects. Dreams don’t age, but the rent do rise, So I sold pride — through some blue portal. Mirror said “flex,” — I just saw flaws, Cut deals with unspoken laws. Fake love like a fast-food chain, Smile in the frame, rot in the frame. Now I spit Psalms with a crooked jaw, Proof in the crack where the light won’t crawl. No one listens — 'til you hammer it in rhyme. No one loves you — 'til you're out of town. No one hears you — when you’re stuck in the room. Speak when you're spoken to, They spoke in loops. I spoke to yoouu. And sack rags. And I feel guilty. I wore my prizes, just the same. I stood still – The ground moved. Didn't flinch. Didn't fall. That's my proof. That's my proof.

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