About Rhya
Rhya is a rapper singer and lyricist who started writing songs at 15, driven by a deep need to express what couldn’t be said out loud. After years of performing on stages and sharpening her voice, she developed a raw, unapologetic style influenced by legends like 2Pac, Rakim, and Mobb Deep.
Her music blends emotional depth with hard-hitting truths, channeling personal experiences into verses that stay with you long after the track ends.
Biography
Born and raised in Turin, Italy, Rhya found solace in music from an early age. She fell in love with rap as a young teenager, inspired by 2Pac, whose style became the blueprint for her first years as a lyricist. Over time, as she gained experience and confidence in her craft, Rhya began to develop and refine her own distinctive sound.
Throughout her journey, she faced numerous challenges, but her resilience and deep passion for hip-hop kept her moving forward.
In 2023, Rhya founded Brute Force Records, marking a new chapter in her career. Through experimentation, trial, and error, she managed to reach a wider audience while staying true to her authentic sound. Her rap debut single, Bliss & Risk, released under the label, showcased her ability to blend raw storytelling with gritty beats, earning critical acclaim and solidifying her place in the underground hip-hop scene.
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I am metal, the one that runs through your core
Let me bring this shit back to 1994
Metal, the one that hardens under pressure
My treasure revealed, I am the professor
I can be the aggressor or again the oppressor
Might be the transgressor, bless her successor
Cause may I die before I let a bitch tell me I'm lesser
Never let an intercessor put pressure, but be clever
Something about the news just weirds me out
It's like we're always doomed to being wiped out
About, two weeks before a new crisis, a virus
They hype it up and pipe it straight through your iris
Television tyrants, maybe violence is really righteous?
How am I posed to tell right from wrong, I might just
Adjust to the system make the world combust
Tear every pillar down, everything will turn to dust
Let my voice disrupt the rust
The metal, nine milliliters can handle many
Of y'all fake ass gangster rappers that ain't got any
Bitches like you I can find plenty for a penny
And if you're that hungry, I'll put metal in your belly
Condemn me for being the cleanest in the game
It's the envy that I claim the money and the fame
Anything you flex is dust, I'll spit metal that's deadly
Don't come to me with that fake smile shit, I'm not friendly
My heart is cold as metal, lethal as the devil
My mental is rebel and temperamental
Not sentimental, I don't settle, I'm not forgetful
I want the world and everything, you can keep the medal
Traitors are engraved in my brain like tattoos
Following my every move, hoping that I lose
Looking for any news to get some clues
About who and what they can accuse
But no matter how hard you try, I'll leave you dry
And it won't change (no) until the day I die
This the type of shit that will make your father cry
I'll give you metal, leave you with that barrel sigh
Don't speak with the brokies
Not fucking with the broke bitches
Not interested in struggle stories
Metal doesn't melt with a phony
No signal, no forewarning
Make it heartburning
Always ready, always yearning
Even if you cast me away
I'm still returning
I walk with shadows, metal echoes when I step in the hall
Ain't no peace treaties when I'm pressing the call
Send a message in brass, let the empty shells fall
I am metal, till I'm dust, I'm rejecting the crawl
After all I've been through and seen
I scrawl a lethal scene, on bars and on screens
Could have a warm soul but still be mean
Been fucked up since I was 13
There's no God from what I see
There couldn't be one, not for people like me
Prayed for a sign, but got slapped by reality
Now I'm metal, no angel's calling me
And still, I keep on being as hard as steel
I'm always on track, like Sha'Carri on the field
Riding with the kill like I'm from Brazi
Nobody touch me, like I'm made of vinyl
I am metal, the one that runs through your core
Let me bring this shit back to 1994
Metal, the one that hardens under pressure
My treasure revealed, I am the professor
I can be the aggressor or again the oppressor
Might be the transgressor, bless her successor
Cause may I die before I let a bitch tell me I'm lesser
Never let an intercessor put pressure, but be clever
I am metal, the one that runs through your core
I just brought this shit back to 1994
Metal, the one that hardens under pressure
Written by Rhya — Brute Force Records
Full song page & links → Stream & save “Metal” →
Bump to the beat, like my fist to your teeth
Someone hard to defeat, I'll leave your ass on the street
I'm not just a chick, I got bars on repeat
Make you look like a bitch, I'll fuck you up like a PIMP
Now, what do I look like? I'm not the fucking nice type
It's not just the hype guys, I'm the real authentic type hype
They're the auto-tune type, who blows up overnight type
But ain't got the right pipe, to stay on the high side
Who's your idol in life? What's your goal tonight?
You ain't got no ambition, may as well die off of white
In addition, if you ain't got no mission, drowning slow,
Fading like superstition, lost souls, trapped in a cold prison
You don't need a cosmetician, run to the mirror, see what's missing
Making no real progression, you're a slave to mind possession
Wrapped in illusions, trapped in depression
Blind to the truth, locked in your own suppression
Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk
Bliss
Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk
Bliss, bliss, miss no opportunity
Late night rap bars, midnight Toro cigars
Dreams of superstars, PRS private guitars
Get brand-new cars, Pagani Huayra cars
Don't you see the charms, lifestyle of Gods
That's what you think you'll get, your ass finna be upset
Wake up in cold sweats, life ain't safe bet!
Them wolves on ya, don't forget, cross me I'll collect your debt
I'm as avaricious as one can get, make you wish we never met
Holes up in your chest, taste the eternal rest
Got a problem? It's addressed, I blast it East and West
I request, not suggest, got you stressed, you can't protest
Challenge me, I become possessed
No need to test, no need to quiz, only care about the biz
This is my time who begins, say otherwise, you got mental ills
Talk slick, your fate gets sealed
It's my world, I make the deals
Run your mouth and you get peeled!
Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk
Bliss
Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk
Bliss, bliss
Doing fast trades, mental upgrade
Bliss - miss no opportunity and risk
Never remiss on getting paid
Never be afraid, or be played
Reminisce on this - take the risk
Dodging shade, now I'm sharp as blades
Cut the competition - a bunch of lames
Built for the game, I pervade
Drop the fucking mic, history is made
Written by Rhya — Brute Force Records
Full song page & links → Stream & save “Bliss & Risk” →Connect