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Midnight Transations
Hip-Hop/Rap
Midnight Transations wurde am 16. Dezember 2024 von iMob Worldwide als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtThe Cured Chapters
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Veröffentlichungsdatum16. Dezember 2024
LabeliMob Worldwide
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM89

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Yorba
Anthony Yorba
Songwriter

Songtexte

City lights pulse like signals only a few can read,
Past midnight, where whispers shift into promises we'll keep.
Out back where the alley meets iron gates, I step into a cipher of low tones,
A circle of unspoken respect, no spotlights, no phones.
They talk in rhythms—coded flows, a playbook with no pen,
Each nod a transaction, every glance laced with gems.
I'm in the cut, catching the essence like smoke trails in still air,
Every move deliberate, every play designed with care.
They speak on future strains, blueprints for unseen lanes,
I'm taking mental notes, stacking knowledge like it's game.
No bright signs here, just the glow of a quiet grind,
Soaking up the culture, letting the hustle align.
Through these quiet streets, I'm paving a road they'll follow,
Building something eternal from these late-night tomorrows.
Signals and codes connect under shadowed skies,
I'm scripting my own legacy, where ambition never dies.
The elders lean in, their words like smoke—smooth, deliberate gifts,
Pointing at crates stacked like futures sealed in tight riffs.
A taste here, a nod there, deals whispered like ancient hymns,
I'm more than just present; I'm a name etched in their lens.
In these corners, they talk movements, mention iMob in a hush,
Not loud, not forced, just respect in every brush.
It's a seed they plant deep, roots destined to grow,
Tonight's exchanges fuel the fire they'll never outglow.
In the silence between their words, I'm fluent in the city's slang,
Lessons cut from shadows, victories pulled from pain.
The air carries rare fragrance, futures pressed in tight jars,
I stand unshaken, shining brighter than faded stars.
Through these quiet streets, I'm paving a road they'll follow,
Building something eternal from these late-night tomorrows.
Signals and codes connect under shadowed skies,
I'm scripting my own legacy, where ambition never dies.
I drift back into the night, pockets heavy with quiet moves,
What they passed down tonight turns to treasure in rooms.
A language of trust, spun under the moon's cool glow,
I move steady, decoding these secrets they'll never know.
Written by: Anthony Yorba
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