#Rhyme Assassin

[arianakyle56]

Rhyme Assassin Unleashes “Run Em Up (Told Ya)” with Hip Hop Titans M.O.P & Ruste Juxx

Hip-hop has always been a global movement, and few artists embody its cross-continental nature like Rhyme Assassin. Born Tichaona Brian Monera in Zimbabwe and now based in the United Kingdom, he has embraced battle rap and conscious lyricism to craft a unique style that speaks to a broad audience. With influences spanning multiple cultures, Rhyme Assassin has positioned himself as an artist who…

[thedigitalcrates]

Rhyme Assassin Drops Video for “Run EmUp (Told Ya)" Featuring M.O.P. and Ruste Juxx

After dropping the M.O.P. & Ruste Juxx assisted banger, “Run Em Up (Told Ya)” in April of last year, the Zimbabwe-born, London-based emcee, Rhyme Assassin let’s loose the track’s cinematic new visuals. Shot in Brooklyn by Danny of Entity Studio, the video perfectly complements the high octane audio that pairs the burgeoning emcee with his Brooklyn rap royalty counterparts. The track also boasts…

[hwingnet]

Rhyme Assassin Revives Boom Bap w/ "Run Em Up" f/ M.O.P & Ruste Juxx

Born in Zimbabwe and now based in the UK, conscious emcee Rhyme Assassin is making waves in Hip-Hop with his latest single, “Run Em Up.” Featuring legends M.O.P and Ruste Juxx, this Boom Bap banger is a nostalgic nod to the golden era of Hip-Hop while delivering a fresh twist. Produced by The Arcitype (Vinnie Paz, Slaine), “Run Em Up” brings hard-hitting beats, ferocious flows, and razor-sharp…

[britishhiphop]

Rhyme Assassin ft. M.O.P. and Ruste Juxx - Run Em Up [Video]

Born and raised in Zimbabwe but now residing in the UK, conscious emcee Rhyme Assassin is on a mission to bring back real Hip-Hop in his latest irresistible single, “Run Em Up” featuring heavy-weights M.O.P and Ruste Juxx. Reiterating his skill, Rhyme Assassin recently won the ‘The Best Diaspora‘ award at the 2024 Zimbabwe Hip Hop Awards. Gearing up for another exciting year ahead, the “Run Em…

[ceristhedivine]

Why does this sound like a nursing rhyme??

Either way, this bit was cute!

[rumor-imbris]

Northern lights dance to the boreal breeze I give you my heart, Hunter of dreams Winter chants, melodies of ice and snow I'll give you my warmth I'll guide you home, Sailor of hopes Tormented oceans, moans of winds and gales I'll keep you safe, on your way, through every wave from the highest peaks, through each of your leaps Tight to my wings, close to my chest Come with me... in my oneiric nest

[acourtofquestions]

Rhys is just Aelin without the fire & with the wings

[themightyhumanbroom]

Back when I read Borderlands fanfiction, I would often see authors bemoaning how difficult it was to write dialogue for Zer0, which I could understand since Zer0 speaks entirely through haiku.

Now me in the present is truly understanding the frustration as I prepare to write rhymes for these two goons.

Thank God for rhymezone is all I'll say.

[venti-death-watch]

callout post for the maker of deep-sea encore but like in the context that that one animatic they made introduced me to no more birthdays by sophie may and now i can’t stop thinking about the second verse with freminet in mind and getting emotional about it

[the-red-mafia]

The Assassination

Mad receives a call from Rhyme early in the morning with an odd request: help him break into Mrs. Gracy's house and rescue a boy she recently took in. After arriving at the house, it turns out things aren't exactly as they seem. Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 2445

1 month after “The Catalyst”

Velvet nearly impaled Mad’s TV with a knife when they entered the kitchen. The robot quickly dodged and flicked on the light.

“Just me!” they whispered. Velvet stared at it before sighing. 

“Damn it, Mad. What are you doing awake?”

“I could say the same for you.” The teen took a big drink of the energy drink sitting in front of them. Mad crossed their arms as she tossed it in the recycling bin. 

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Go figures,” the droid mumbled, “Well, I’m going to help Rhyme with something.” Velvet frowned.

“At 5:30 in the morning?” Mad shrugged. 

“Said it was something to do with Eliza. Figured I might as well.” 

“How long are you gonna be gone?” 

“No idea. Why? Is something happening?” 

“Mission this evening. Was gonna tell everyone when they woke up.” Mad’s screen went blank.

“What’s the mission?” 

“Information retrieval. We’re breaking into a UPS building.”

“Of course,” Mad began, “I’ll be back before then. When are we leaving?” 

“After dark.”

“Yeah, everything will be fine.” Velvet narrowed their eyes at them before sighing.

“Okay, have fun or whatever.” A smile appeared on Mad’s screen. 

“Alright, see you later.”

“Bye-”

“And no more energy drinks! Go to bed!” Velvet rolled their eyes but waved goodbye to the robot. 

Looking back, Mad wished it had stayed.

The guilt began to form in Rhyme’s stomach as soon as he saw Mad walking out of the Umbrella, a smile on their TV. It waved at him, and he waved back. Daylight was just breaking around them, yellows and oranges piercing the black sky. 

Just follow the plan, Rhyme thought to herself, They won’t even know. 

“Hey Rhyme!” Mad called out. Rhyme waved again. Mad must’ve picked up on Rhyme’s nervous demeanour because the next words out of their speakers were “Are you okay?”. Rhyme took a deep breath.

The plan, Rhyme. 

“Not really,” the smile immediately disappeared, “I found out something disturbing this morning.” Mad stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“What?”

“Eliza’s adopted another kid. A little boy named Wyatt.”

“...Oh.” 

“Yeah. Will you help me get him out of there?” 

“Of course. What’s the plan?” Rhyme smiled.

“Thanks Mad. I knew I could count on you.”

Now onto phase 2. 

“My plan is to break into the house through the attic. Do you need anything from the Umbrella?”

“I don’t think so. How long is it going to take?” 

“Hopefully not long. Shall we go? I’ll fill you in on the way.”

Rhyme carefully opened the small hatch in between the roof tiles. The ship sat a couple dozen metres away in a small parking lot behind the estate. Mad watched as the teen slid down into the hole, their laser gun strapped to their back. She held herself up for a few seconds before landing silently on the tiled floor. He looked up at Mad and smirked.

“You coming?” he whispered. 

“I am not that graceful.”

“You’ll be fine. No one can hear up here anyway. I was just doing that to look cool.” Mad chuckled and landed next to her.

“Well, you succeeded. Where now?” The room was an ugly shade of white, with several dolls dressed as angels lining the walls. Rhyme looked at each of them with disgust before gesturing to a door on the other side. 

“There. If we’re lucky, he’s in my old room. Or one of the dozens of other kids' bedrooms Eliza has.” 

“Why’s she so obsessed with kids?” Rhyme stifled a laugh.

“Don’t say it like that, you make her sound like a pedophile.” Mad shrugged.

“Hey, I don’t know.” Rhyme bit their lip to keep from laughing. 

“No, she’s just obsessed with the ‘perfect religious family’. Living in the eyes of God or whatever.” Rhyme walked over to the door and held it open for Mad.

“After you.” The duo made their way down the hallway. As they walked, Mad could hear the muffled sobs of a child. They grew louder, eventually culminating in front of a white door. A sign hung on the door, reading “Wyatt” in fancy cursive letters. Rhyme scoffed. 

“She did put him in my room,” he muttered, “Huh. She’s always kept it empty since I ran away.” Mad turned to her. 

“It’s almost like it’s a-”

“Trap,” Rhyme finished. She turned to it.

“Are you still-”

“Yes. How old is he?”

“Five.” Mad was quiet before twisting the doorknob. It was pure white with light baby blue curtains covering a small window. A little boy sat on the bed, knees pulled to his chest. He had bright green eyes and platinum blonde hair that was cut short. He quickly turned away from the door and scooted towards the wall, pulling on the sleeves of his white polo. He was shaking.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Gracy!” He shouted, “I didn’t mean to get the shirt dirty, I won’t do it again!” Rhyme frowned.

“I see she’s no better parent now,” he mumbled. Mad stepped forward, allowing a smile to take over its screen. 

“My name’s Mad. I’m not going to hurt you.” The boy’s shaking slowed and he glanced behind him. 

“M-Mad?” The droid sat down on the bed next to him.

“Yep. I’m here with my friend Diamonds-”

“Rhyme,” Rhyme corrected. Mad looked at him.

“Right, Rhyme. We’re here to get you out of here.” Wyatt looked up at them.

“What?” 

“Mrs. Gracy hasn’t been very nice to you, has she?” Rhyme asked, crossing her arms. Wyatt paused for a moment before shaking his head.

“But- she saved me from the orphanage, so I need to-”

“It’s not your fault,” Mad interrupted, “She’s…hm. She’s not a good person. I know a place where you will be happy and the people will be nice to you. Do you want to go?” Wyatt looked away as Mad held a hand out to him.

“M-Mrs. Gracy would be mad-”

“You won’t have to see her again,” Rhyme added, “She’ll be out of your life for good.” Wyatt turned to the thief. 

“...she won’t hit me anymore?” Mad felt anger grow inside their soul. 

“No. You’ll be safe.” The boy once again looked up at Mad and their outstretched hand. After a few more seconds of hesitation, he took it. Mad scooped him up and stood.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” Mad asked.

“J-just my arm. There’s purple skin.” He pointed at his right shoulder. Rhyme raised an eyebrow. 

“Purple-skin?”

“Bruise, I’m assuming,” Mad replied, “Can I take a look?” Wyatt nodded. Mad rolled the sleeve up. A large bruise was forming, dark and purple. Mad’s screen turned off, startling the 5-year-old.

“You okay, Mad?” Rhyme asked, placing a hand on its shoulder.

“I’m fine. Let’s get out of here.” They rolled the sleeve back down. Rhyme nodded and turned around, letting Mad and Wyatt go in front of him. As soon as they stepped out of the door a loud alarm began to sound. Rhyme and Wyatt jumped slightly and the thief quickly pulled out her gun. Wyatt stared at the weapon for several seconds before burying his face against Mad’s shoulder. 

“What’s going on?” it asked. 

“They must have some kind of tracker on him. We’re gonna have company.” Mad slid their laser gun into their other hand and held it up. Shouting echoed from the stairwell a metre or so in front of them. A head popped up and Rhyme quickly shot a bullet into his shoulder. The man tumbled down the stairs, seemingly taking a few other guards with him. Rhyme grabbed Mad’s wrist and sprinted in the opposite direction.

“We’ll take the back stairs!” He began as a bullet flew by his head, “There’s an exit down there.” She pulled them down the stairs and towards a glass door at the end of a hallway. Three guards turned around a corner and stood in front of it, weapons raised at the trio. Mad fired a few shots at them before scanning the area. 

There was one large door about halfway down the hallway that was pure white with gold trim around the edges. Paintings hung on either side, some depicting forests with bright white trees and some of a man with a crown of thorns on his head. One of Rhyme’s bullets collided with a guard’s knee and Mad grabbed him. 

“I have a plan, follow me!” Mad pulled her and kicked open the door in the hallway.

“Mad, wait-” The robot pushed her in and quickly slammed the door behind them. They expected banging, maybe even shots through the door, but there was only silence. Rhyme was panting next to them and Wyatt choked back a sob.

“What are you doing?”

Rhyme swung around and fired a shot that embedded itself in the wall just a few centimetres away from Eliza’s head. She sat at her desk with a disgusted look on her face. 

“Eliza…” Rhyme muttered. Mad turned around as well, their screen powered off. The woman sighed and stood.

“Thank you, Rhyme, for bringing me my son-”

“He’s not your son,” Mad interrupted. Eliza glared at it. 

“Legally-”

“Legally doesn’t mean shit,” Rhyme spat. 

“Legally, you’re my child too, Rhyme.” 

“Exactly. Doesn’t mean shit.” Eliza sighed and stood from her desk. 

“Listen, robot…what was your name again?”

“Don’t-” Rhyme started, but Mad told her. A fake, vicious smile took over her face. 

“Mad. I have some information that could be quite useful-” Rhyme fired a shot next to Eliza’s head and she stepped to the side. 

“Ignore her, Mad. She’s talking crazy.” A loud thud came from the door and Mad quickly moved to stand in front of it. The guards shouted from the other side but the robot pressed its body against the wood. Eliza shook her head before reaching into a drawer on her desk. She quickly raised her own gun at Rhyme.

“Rhyme, dear. You know your robot won’t be able to hold that door for long. Why don’t you tell it to bring my child to me and no one gets hurt?” 

“That’s not happening,” Mad interrupted. Eliza rolled her eyes.

“Would you be quiet, robot?” Rhyme’s next shot hit her square in her left shoulder, sending her to the ground. She let out a scream and the thuds on the door grew louder. 

“Don’t talk to Mad like that,” he ordered. Eliza pressed a hand against her wound and sat up. Rhyme kicked her back to the ground. The woman held the gun in her right hand and fired a shot that hit Rhyme in the knee. The teen backed up a metre or so.

“Rhyme!” Mad called out. She looked back at them and shook her head.

“I’m fine, keep holding the-” Another shot hit Rhyme in his lower abdomen. Eliza laughed maniacally as she stood and kicked the thief’s weapon away. She placed a high heel on Rhyme’s gunshot wound, digging the end into it. Rhyme winced in pain.

“Get off her, Eliza!” Mad called out. She looked at it.

“What are you going to do about it, robot? Shoot me with your children’s laser?” Mad did exactly that, raising their laser gun and firing it straight into her chest. It sent her flying into a bookshelf, knocking dozens of various novels to the ground. Rhyme jumped to his feet and glared down at Eliza.

“Now kill her.” Mad froze.

“...What?”

“Kill her. She fucking deserves it.” Rhyme looked back at it. He had a wicked grin on his face and a determined look in his eyes. 

“...I can’t.” Eliza struggled to get back to her feet across the room. The door behind Mad fell forward, the shouting even louder now. Mad jumped out of the way as dozens of Eliza’s guards streamed through the doorframe. They focused their aim on the guards, sending them flying around the room. Rhyme stood next to Eliza, scanning the room for her own gun and keeping the woman on the floor. 

After Mad’s laser had hit nearly two dozen of Eliza’s men, Rhyme laughed. It wasn’t her normal laugh, the one that sent warm feelings up and down Mad’s soul. This one was dark and cold.

“Bye bitch,” Mad heard Rhyme mutter. The robot turned around just in time to see the teenage thief blow a hole in Eliza’s skull. 

Rhyme only stared at Eliza for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. A wave of relief washed over her as the blood spilled onto the white carpet. He eventually snapped back to reality and spun around, landing bullets in most of the guards around. Mad stood frozen on the other side, staring at Eliza’s corpse. Rhyme shook away the guilt forming in her stomach and sprinted over. A few tears were dripping from Wyatt’s eyes when he gripped the robot’s wrist.

“Mad, we’ve got to go.” A few shots whizzed by and Rhyme quickly took out their source. Mad slid their laser gun onto its back and held onto Wyatt tightly. 

“It’s okay, Wyatt, it’s okay.” Rhyme frowned.

Why isn’t he happy? Eliza’s dead. The thief pulled his friends through the door and down the hall towards the formerly blocked exit door. She kicked it open as footsteps echoed behind them. They ran until they reached Rhyme’s ship again, the door opening as she approached. 

“We’ll be safe once we get on the ship,” Rhyme told Mad, but the robot didn’t reply. Once the door was safely locked and they were off the ground, Wyatt began to sob. Mad pressed the small child against them and slowly rubbed circles on his back. Rhyme looked away and winced as the pain spiked in his stomach. 

It only took a few minutes for Wyatt to slip into sleep, leaving Mad and Rhyme alone on the ship. Mad layed him down on the captain’s chair and joined her at the console. They were quiet for a moment.

“...Are you okay?” it mumbled. Rhyme shrugged.

“Yeah.” 

“Where are you going?” He gestured to the GPS.

“Back to my place to get you back to the Umbrella.”

“And what about Wyatt?” The teen blinked a few times.

“I…didn’t get that far in my plan.” Mad sighed and looked back at the five-year-old. 

“Let’s all go to the mansion, then.” Rhyme frowned.

“Don’t you want the Umbrella back?”

“We can get it later,” Mad replied, crossing their arms. Rhyme frowned.

“Are you…mad at me?” She asked. The droid looked into the star-ridden sky and sighed. 

“I just need some time to myself, Rhyme.” The thief stared at them for several seconds before sighing as well. 

“Alright, Mahogany Mansion it is.”

[k-she-rambles]

okay but like! the Siberia Incident also reframes why Shen Tai reacts the way he does when that guy approaches the assassin's corpse.

It's already in character that Shen Tai's an honorable man who respects women and respects the dead. At this point we don't need to know anything more about Shen Tai to go "sounds legit" when he goes touch her and I'll kill you.

It's maybe a little intense. But Tai is definitely being the Good Guy here by any metric.

And then we find out two chapters later that Tai was probably very carefully not losing his shit.

Only the reader couldn't know, because Tai does all his thinking deliberately, and Tai had a laundry list of more important things on his mind (basic human decency, nearly dying, ghosts, his best friend getting murdered, the message he was murdered before he could give, basic human decency again, the horses...) than his subconscious going BIG NOPE and trotting out flashbacks of Siberia

And Tai still had the presence of mind to find a way to get the guy to back off while keeping his honor.

[vigilskeep]

things to love about lucanis dellamorte (on top of how enthusiastic he is about killing slavers), courtesy of tevinter nights

i find it personally endearing that a tevinter altus who complains about his fellow venatori “quivering over antivan propaganda” about the approaching crows immediately breaks a wine glass when he hears it’s lucanis dellamorte coming

lucanis finds the monotonous motions of sharpening his weapons soothing before a job. he has a favourite sword and on top of that carries no less than seven daggers

he groans overhearing his cousin illario’s terrible pickup lines. he also later, while completely alone, snorts literally just imagining stupid excuses illario might make

his abusive grandmother taught him an absurdly evil murder nursery rhyme and he still recites it in his head while assassinating guards because, and i quote: “it’s catchy”

“if someone wants to pay me top coin to kill a bunch of racist blood mages—who have it coming—i’m not going to complain.”

he writes dossiers on targets for his cousin to read, which his cousin ignores to instead ask him questions right before the job while he’s trying to focus, to which lucanis responds with helpful advice about the target like “he’s weird”

at the first gala he attended in minrathous, lucanis opened the wrong door and walked into an orgy: “getting out of that had been interesting.”

while illario has the silver tongue, lucanis is more agile and better in combat. when they sneak down stairs in the dark, lucanis goes ahead to show him where to put his feet

lucanis remembers people’s names—contacts, allies, people illario seduced for the job. illario, despite being the people person of the two, doesn’t and doesn’t care

repeatedly responds to the questions of the evil slaveowner he’s here to murder with “sì”, correctly “knowing even a single syllable of a foreign language would disgust [him]”. the guy snapping at him over it “earned a genuine smile”

goes into a bar covered in blood, walks right past the angry bartender who tells him to leave, finds his cousin and literally just says “get that man to stop yelling at me”

[fancyfeathers]

The Talon for Your Head

Yandere!Villain/Court of Owls Tim Drake x Robin!Darling

Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU Masterlist

T//W- torture, mass murder, heavy body modification, medical horror

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who never wanted to become a Robin, yet when he was still young, his parents died and he was taken in by another wealthy family in Gotham as their adopted son, a wealthy family who were members of the Court of Owls.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who meets his darling when she is trying to feed a baby bird, she is Bruce Wayne's new ward, a daughter of Arkham doctors who neglected her for their own work, she is a bit strange in an artistic and book nerd way, but it is enduring in it's own special way.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who over the next few years stalks and studies his darling until he is so obsessed with her and knows her better than she knows herself. He knows the exact bouquet of her favorite flowers to give to her after her graduation, or the pearl earrings Bruce bought her at an auction and Tim got her a matching necklace to go with it.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who even knows she was once one of the Robins, a sidekick to the Batman, and now she is her own vigilante, Strigidae. He has albums upon albums of her swinging around the city, but he even has more photos of her out of the costume.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who even knows when his darling is trading too close to the sun, getting suspicious about that old nursery rhyme in Gotham, "Beware the Court of Owls that watches all the time...."

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who notices his darling checking out books on the history of Gotham, old wives' tales, even maps of the architecture of Gotham, which reveal more secrets than he would like.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who tells her not to worry about it, after all, they are only old stories that are made by parents to scare their children and keep them in line, but this only makes her only more suspicious, because why would he try to talk her out of something that he says in only a story unless he knows something.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who gets worried when his darling grows distant from him, he thinks it is because he is irritating her. After all, there is no way she is onto him, right?

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who goes to tell the rest of the Court of Owls about the fact that this adopted Wayne girl is suspicious, not that she is a masked vigilante, no, that is their little secret. He really should not be surprised when the Court of Owls orders her ordered to be killed, but Tim will not let that be.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who undermines the Court of Owls, stages a coo, killing any leading member of the court, getting Talons to assassinate them in their own home, and of course, this does not go unnoticed by the vigilantes in Gotham.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake whose darling, manages to follow a Talon silently back to that dizzying maze underneath the city that hides the Court-

"Shhh, just go to sleep, I've got you now."

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who sneaks up behind his darling, suffocating her with a hand over her mouth and nose, and his arm pressing down on her windpipe, knocking her out slowly and painfully, reveling in the sound of her pained and muffled cries.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who is the first thing his darling sees when she wakes up on what seems to be a hospital bed, her arms and legs strapped down, drugged out of her mind, and having multiple IVs in her arms, one she can guess is a painkiller, one is blood, through she cannot tell if it is going in or out of her, one is a drug, most likely the drug that is making her feel out of sorts, and one that is a pitch black sort of liquid that reminds her of tar.

"Oh, don't move, the surgeons just finished, and you really would not want to irritate the stitches."

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who knows Batman will find her again, but when he does, she will not be the same. The light from her eyes will be gone, as if her soul had been stripped from her body. Her blood having been replaced by a cruel imitation that numbs her body completely, turning her veins black like tar. Her lips are stitched up so she cannot speak a word, even if the stitches are removed, her tongue is cut out, because what good is a little Robin if it does not want to sing?

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who knows she will never be the same, even after various doctors hired by Bruce try to put her back together like a china doll that was tossed off its high display shelf.

Yandere!Court of Owls Member Tim Drake who knows exactly what he turned her into, a doll, a charming little trinket, a stuffed bird with its fake glass eyes reflecting nothing of what they used to be.

[britishhiphop]

Rhyme Assassin - Biography

Rhyme Assassin was born and raised in Zimbabwe but is currently based in the United Kingdom. Rhyme Assassin loves battle-rapping and is a conscious rapper with a knack for blazing tracks with his amazing lyrical content. He is the kind of emcee who can light up any beat. The name Rhyme Assassin came from combining the word ‘rhyme’ which has to do with the poetic expression of his lyrics while…

[covertleathers]

The crazy thing is, Lucanis' character is so well established. I reread The Wigmaker Job the other night. I was like damn, he sounds exactly like this in the game. Same dogged determination. Same priority of action over thought. "I'm fine". Self sacrificing. Speaks shortly and matter of factly. Willing to put himself through incredible pain to finish what he started.

Like, I wish we gave the writers more credit with how consistently he's written. Over a number of years of game development hell. They knew who he was, his motivations, his speech, his internal landscape. Dude literally recites a childhood assassin's nursery rhyme to himself as he kills 7 guards in the Ambrose's palace. That's why his emotions recalling the wyvern book to the lighthouse was like, not surprising to me at all. dude's inner child has been so compromised and destroyed this entire time.

Anyway I wish that someday I could write a character this outstanding. That's all. I'm just here to glaze.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Sam i & Tropkillaz featuring BIA and MC Pikachu - Perfect 2019

Sam Spiegel, known by the stage name Sam i and previously as Squeak E. Clean, is an American DJ, record producer, composer, and director from New York City. "Perfect" is a song by Sam i and Brazilian production duo Tropkillaz featuring American rapper Bia and Brazilian rapper MC Pikachu. It was released on 3 January 2019 as the fifth single from Sam i's debut album, Random Shit From The Internet Era.

In addition to creating his own material, Spiegel has worked with musicians such as Lizzo, Sia, Busta Rhymes, Doja Cat, Anderson .Paak, M.I.A., Maroon 5, and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and many more. He has scored commercials for companies including Converse, Levi's, Kenzo x H&M, Reebok, ESPN, T Mobile, Jose Cuervo, and Saturn. His production company scored the video game Skate 2. Though he attempts to create music free of record label restraints, Spiegel also licenses his songs whenever possible so as to maximize exposure for his work.

Spiegel is the brother of film director Spike Jonze. They collaborated on the Adidas TV commercial Hello Tomorrow, for which Spiegel created the score sung by Karen O. Spiegel also wrote the score for Jonze's 2010 short film I'm Here, and produced an original song "Mutant Brain" with Ape Drums featuring Assassin for Jonze's Kenzo World advertisement. In 2025, Apple released an AirPods ad featuring Pedro Pascal, directed by Spike Jonze, which uses the song "Perfect".

"Perfect" received a total of 36,8% yes votes.