(the gtw:)
whats my option
i dont know
delete pain from my memory
cant be lost in
silent codes
so i speak what i know
on this move x2
through this land
never smooth
on this move if it's cool
tag along with the
selfmade jewel
vyle.:
herve leger hermes sweater
the doberman
now we use tablets
like we way past the linoleum
way past retained fragments
of tunnel swerving and lurking
mean streaks on creatine
regarding signatures on that surface
white striped tiger
walking through water
maintaining picturesque
it's always a power struggle
where is the acquiesce
seen preston
on the west end
he tried show her a model walk
she hopped in the uber?
so amusing
she thought she could walk in the vault
nahhhhhh
between the point
when two people that haven't met
conversations compliment
each other so intense
and i know it would behoove you
when the register etiquette
come clean
is what overrules you
she said
i'm just trying to be frugal
slave to polyurethane
thumbprint card with the numerals
keep it where you had it
turn the lights on the console
you dont understand the passion
load session
you gotta go
but im not pressing
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The car rumbles beneath him, the city unfolding in slow motion outside the windshield, but vyle.'s mind is somewhere else, everywhere else, all at once.
The weight of knowing—sits heavy on his chest, pressing, shifting, trying to drown him.
But then—respite.
A brief detour, a moment of reprieve, his mind slipping sideways into the only thing that has ever given him air: the music, the movement, the codez.
He thinks about how it started.
Flosstradamus throwing those small parties, the kind where the room is so tight it feels like the walls sweat along with the crowd, where he was just the emcee, the hypeman, the pulse in the room keeping it all stitched together.
Before "engagement rate" was even a thing, before brands started hunting for culture instead of creating it.
And that—that moment, that chaos, that energy—was enough to turn into something real.
Suddenly, the right people were watching.
Suddenly, label deals were materializing from cigarette smoke.
Suddenly, there were brand partnerships before anyone even knew what the hell "brand partnerships" really were.
And then the doors started opening.
Then Vince Lawrence stepping in.
A house music godfather, someone who had written the very DNA of the culture, now in vyle.'s corner, pulling him deeper into the lineage.
A bridge between past and present, between where he came from and where he was going.
And then the shows.
And the network.
The way the world started shrinking once he broke past that first barrier.
Diplo.
Gant-Man.
Crystal Castles.
DJ Funk(RIP).
Institubes (TTC, Surkin, Bobmo, Tacteel, Para One).
Ed Banger.
A part of the IHEARTCOMIX roster.
Trouble and Bass (RIP Mathhead/Passions).
Kid Sister calling to say "Kanye just put a verse on "Pro Nails".
Studio conversations w/ Daft Punk.
DJs across continents, names that once felt like they belonged in magazines and now were real, present, connected.
But more than all of that—the thing he feels the most in this moment—is the codez.
The unspoken laws you encounter when you're truly breaking something open.
When you're ahead of the wave and you feel the shift before it happens.
When people gravitate toward you not just because you're talented, but because they know you're playing with the edges of something bigger.