Puffs of smoke in my lungs, yeah I’m breathing the dusk

City lights drip like codeine, staining the rust

She said “l(fā)ove’s just a rumor,” then vanished in fuzz

Left me scrolling through static, chasing the buzz

Bass hits like a heart attack, 808’s crack

Demons doing backflips on my contact rack

I’m a glitch in the gospel, stained glass black

Preaching sex, death, and vinyl through a broken trap

Something’s going on—feel it crawl up my spine

Ain’t heaven, ain’t hell, just the fault line

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Brave Beat (Explicit) – Bonus Verse

ISMAIL UG

I’m the glitch in your algorithm, bare-knuckle rhythm,

spit it explicit, no filter—raw piston.

Fear? I evict it, rent-free in your head while my kick drum

drills through the ceiling—wake the whole damn system.

Middle finger to limits, I’m limitless,

cynics get clipped by the syllables, intricate.

Blood on the hi-hat, sweat on the 808,

brave is the bass that still bangs when the world breaks.