Rhya

Hip-hop rapper • Brute Force Records

Rhya — hip-hop artist

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.

Songs released

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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” →

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