Absolut Absolem
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Rosita (Instrumental)
Abstract Hip Hop......
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Im Schein des Gebots
„Im Schein des Gebots“ ist ein Rap‑Monolog aus dem Hinterhof der Realität – roh, poetisch und voller Bilder, die zwischen Beton, Gewalt und Selbstreflexion flackern. Der Track taucht tief in eine Welt ein, in der Mauern sprechen, Könige fallen und Wahrheit nur im Schatten sichtbar wird.
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Virtual Safe Space
🏚️ A room that pretends to be home… 🪨 A bed of stone, 📀 shelves of symbols. 🔇 Voices vanish, ✨ projections flicker. 😱 The Traveler screams — 🚪 but the door denies access. ⚡ “Virtual Safe Space” is no gentle trip. 💥 It’s a punch in the face of illusion. 👽 A song about deception, false rooms, and the prison we call 🌀 reality. 🎤 Absolut Absolem delivers a track that hits hard: 🖼️ distorted images, ❄️ cold voices, and a refrain that drags you inside — 🌌 until only darkness remains. 👉…
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Train of Thought
🎭 Absolut Absolem – a musician who lost his mind in 2020 🤯 and turned it into a voice 🎤. He tells a story of thoughts 💭 lined up like wagons 🚃🚃🚃, endless, restless. Is it the train into the labyrinth 🌀🚇? A detour ❌? A shortcut ⚡? 🎶 The music speaks. 🗣️ The voices speak. 🚂 The thoughts arrive – or drift away 🌫️. ✨ We decide. Whether to board 🚪, to get lost 🧩, or to find freedom 🔓 in the rhythm of the rails. Perhaps this train is only a shadow 🌑, like in Plato’s cave 🕳️, where…
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This Guy
A fairy tale for the digital age ✨📖💻 The Traveler awakens between worlds – half human, half digital echo 👤💾. Voices, beats, and commands weave a Labyrinth where everything is possible 🌀🎧. Today we pushed boundaries: Drill‑Instructor shouts 🎖️, grotesque humor 🤡, and the Elixir of sound that sets him free 🍷🔓. Absolut Absolem 🌲, Copilot 🤖, and Suno 🎵 – three forces shaping a modern ritual. Not just a track, but a transformation 🔥. A sound carrying chaos and clarity alike ⚡🌌. A myth…
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The Moon
Step inside the labyrinth 🌀 of sound 🎶. A traveler 👤 lost, a crew 🚀 waiting, a beam of light 💡 pulling him aboard. The Elixir 🧪 whispers, sleep 😴 takes hold, and together they descend… softly 🌬️, onto the Moon 🌙. This is not just a lecture 🎤. It’s madness 🤪, hunger 🍔, myth 📖, and music 🎶. It’s cheese 🧀 and chaos 🌪️, dust 🌫️ and dreams 💭, stories 📚 carved into craters 🕳️. ✨ Moon Labyrinth – where the night 🌌 pulls you near, where echoes 🔊 disappear, and the Moon 🌙 becomes…
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Alternate Reality
✨ The journey continues… 🌌🕯️ ⏳ Grains fall through the hourglass, time gathers, heavy as eternity 🪨. The traveler 🧍♂️, a psychonaut 🧠💥, rides blindly into disaster 💥🐎 – voices whisper 👄👂: “Another universe will not save you.” 🚫🌍 The labyrinth twists 🌀, walls close in 🧱, madness rages everywhere ⚡👁️🔥. 👥 Doppelgängers laugh in the shadows 🌑, mirrors scratching each other to dust 🪞💀. Love songs? 🎶💔 Only chains in the maze ⛓️, rotted by time 🕰️, strangled into silence 🤐. 🤖…
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Flying Saucers
✨ The labyrinth breathes again 🌫️🌀. The traveler has been lifted into alien light 👤🔦, mocked by a voice that calls him little mouse 🐭, while trees whisper 🌳, angels search 👼, and even a cosmic dog sniffs his trail 🐕🌌. But the Doppelgänger waits at the gate 🚪🪞, an echo of obsession 🔁, a mirror of madness 🤯. The Elixir burns on his tongue 🧪🔥, holding him between worlds 🌍🌑, while the dark mistress laughs 😈💨, warning that every step is only another trap 🪤. This is not escape 🚫,…
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Ini The Beninging
“It’s Done When It’s Dub” is not an album. It is a state of mind. 🧠✨ A labyrinth of sound and perception, where every step pulls you deeper inside. 🌀🔮 Those who dare to question their senses will feel the madness. 🤯 Here there are no straight paths, only loops, only repetitions, only the echo of your own thoughts. 🔊♾️ The 8 is the sign. The loop that never ends. ♾️ The number that devours itself and is reborn again. 🐍🔥 Infinity in rhythm. Madness in the circle. Dub as mirror. Dub as…
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Not On The Guestlist
⚠️ The voice is not pleased! 👁️ You wander through the forest 🌳, believing yourself safe. 🛡️ Safe! How sweet… 🍬 The forest may wish to help you 🌌, but the story is already written 📜. The tapestry of life has been woven 🧵. Where do you stand? 🕯️🌀
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Let The Trees Speak
🌳 The forest awakens. 🌌 Voices rise from the roots, 🌿 branches whisper in psychedelic echoes. 🎶 “Lass die Bäume sprechen” is not just a track – it’s a ritual 🔮, a dialogue with the unseen. 🌀 The labyrinth calls… 🤫 the trees gossip in shadows… 🌬️ the forest breathes with you. ⚡ Here, your soul is recharged, entangled in sound and myth. Step inside the labyrinth of echoes, where reality bends and the trees themselves begin to speak. Dare to listen… 👁️
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Wald
„Im Wald“ ist mehr als ein Song – es ist ein Bekenntnis. Ein Rückzug ins Ursprüngliche, ein Gespräch mit den Bänken, den Vögeln, den Schatten. Ein Ort, wo Gedanken fließen, wo Märchen ihren Ursprung haben, und wo man Schutz findet – ohne Mauern, ohne Grenzen. Absolut Absolem zeigt mit „Im Wald“ seine tiefe Verbundenheit zur Natur: ein Lied über Einsamkeit und Freiheit, über das Geschenk des Waldes, über das Feuer, das nachts brennt, und die Stimmen, die zwischen den Bäumen flüstern. Der Vortrag,…
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Talking to the Busdriver
The trip goes on. 🚍🌲 From Cemetery Street to Dream Corner, Line 23 keeps rolling deeper into the labyrinth. Whispers in the dark, monsters humming lullabies, shadows waiting at the next stop. You thought you escaped, but the forest is waiting. The trees are already whispering… Stay seated, Traveler. Madness is the final stop. Ring the bell only if you’re ready. Fragments of Madness continues – the journey doesn’t end here. Step inside, mind the step, and listen.
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Bad Sleep (Chamber Two)
Sleep deprivation always leads to deeper problems. And now you’ve entered Room Number Two — the place where dreams and reality dissolve into one another. Here, the monsters have found their home. Fragments Of Madness is your descent into that space, where silence twists, shadows breathe, and the line between waking and dreaming is gone. Welcome to the labyrinth. Welcome to madness.
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Jump (Chamber One)
Good boy… You have your own mind. Tonight you did not jump. But are you ready for Room Number Two? No one is ever ready for Room Number Two. Tomorrow we meet again. Sleep a little… but remember: Sleep is the cousin of death.
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Near Death
You ignored the warnings. The river pulled you, comfort deceived you, and now you stand at the threshold no one ever wished to reach. Fragments Of Madness is not just a track — it is a descent into the labyrinth of thoughts, where silence speaks, walls have eyes, and rebirth waits beyond chaos.
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Fragments of Madness
You ignored the warnings. You followed the current, let the river pull you deeper. Comfort whispered, and you obeyed — step by step, until there was no turning back. Now you stand where no one ever wished to arrive. A place beyond reason, beyond safety. Here, fragments of madness drift like broken mirrors, reflecting truths too heavy to bear. Fragments Of Madness is not a song, it is a threshold. A welcome to the realm where illusions dissolve, where rhythm becomes chaos, and chaos becomes…
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Enter The Labyrinth
Follow a shadow, and you may find yourself swallowed by darkness, my friend. You were never meant to be here. The rabbit was never real. Now, where time dissolves and the destination reveals itself as nothing but illusion, I welcome you. The labyrinth exists only to be explored. Consciousness becomes reality only once you know the taste of losing yourself within it. And now you are inside — woven into its endless corridors. Confusion reigns supreme, as does the longing for the path you should…
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Gredy Journalist
He wields the pen like a weapon, but not for truth — for profit. His questions are traps, his interviews a bargain: not for stories, but for cash. “Exclusive!” he cries, yet the only thing exclusive is his hunger. He writes not to inform, but to extort. Every line carries a price tag, every paragraph a contract. He asks not for trust, but for coins. He sells not insight, but guilt: “If you pay, I’ll tell your truth. If not, it stays hidden.” Thus he becomes a merchant of words, a swindler…
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Shifting Realities
Behind the curtain of reality, sweetness fades. Shapes dissolve, truths blur. A single drop becomes a river, the river becomes an ocean. Once you step off the carousel of facts, certainties collapse — replaced by shifting currents, tides that pull perception into new forms. Shifting Realities is the sound of that passage: the moment when the solid fractures, when the known world liquefies into movement. It is not escape, but transformation — a drift through fluid dimensions where rhythm becomes…
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Tau
Dew forms when the air near the ground cools significantly during the night. Warm air can hold more moisture than cold air. So as the temperature drops, the air eventually reaches what's called the dew point—the temperature at which the air becomes saturated with water vapor. Any excess moisture then condenses on cool surfaces like grass, cars, or windows. That’s how those tiny water droplets form—what we call dew in the morning.
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If You Go Away (Instrumental)
If You Go Away (Instrumental)
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No more Rabitholes
No More Rabitholes is a warning in sound: a call to resist the lure of endless tunnels and deceptive paths. The track builds tension with hypnotic basslines and twisted rhythms, pulling the listener toward the edge — only to break free with powerful drops that shatter the illusion. With this piece, Absolut Absolem transforms the metaphor of the rabbit hole into a sonic labyrinth. It’s a story of temptation and liberation, a refusal to be trapped in spirals of distraction. No more chasing…
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Tor Cheney Nahana
🎤 Tor Cheney Nahana – Spirit & Bars Edition 🎸🔥 A sample that echoes the past – guitar notes carrying ancestral tones, reworked through raw rhythm and flow. This beat blends native spirit with modern edge – a journey from sacred soundscapes to street poetry. The drop? Heavy. Honest. Like verses carved from memory and soul. 🪶🎧 Real Hip-Hop. Roots in every bar. Now streaming – feel the pulse, share the vibe. 💯🔊 #TorCheneyNahana #HipHopSoul #SacredSample #DropTheTruth
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Im Schein des Gebots
Train of Thought
Virtual Safe Space
This Guy
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The Moon
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Alternate Reality
Flying Saucers
Ini The Beninging
Not On The Guestlist
Let the trees speak
Wald
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Talking to the Busdriver
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