Dive into the raw energy of acid music with BBAM’s latest track, where analog synths twist and grind beneath a voice from history.
In "Why Not", Ronald Reagan’s iconic demand to “tear down this wall” echoes through a storm of 303 grooves and razor-sharp electro textures.

This isn’t just music — it’s a sonic confrontation between power and sound, past and present.
Berlin. 1987. Reimagined. Rewired. Recharged.

Why not shake the system? Why not dance with ghosts? Why not… now?

#AcidMusic #TearDownThisWall #ElectroBeats #BBAMMusic #ColdWarGroove #ReaganSpeech #UndergroundElectro #BerlinWallVibes #WhyNot

Why Not?

Why Not - KRT Production

Looking for Answers

Looking For Answers -preview- OUT NOW

A deep mix of driving tracks that take me on a journey

Deep Techno

My mixing/ mastering not that good... but they getting better

All praise to the most high! stay on the grind, stay on course
BELIEVE past the fear and opposition.

King of Glory

I DID IT !!!! I REMIXED ALL 34 TRACKS FROM SKRILLEX NEW ALBUM!!! HOPE YOU ENJOY

SKRILLEX - ANDY [ADVM BOMB REMIX]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, huh, Jetski (Jetski, Jetski)
Fuck it up — ayy Fizzle, light me up! (Brrra!)
(Yuh) Woo! Gang, gang, gang (Let’s go!)

[Chorus]
Iced out grill (Bling), diamonds bite, that shit unreal (Woof)
She pop a pill (Perc'), now she dancin' off the seal (Wasted)
Countin' bills (Racks), blue face bustin' out the seal (Ayy)
Walk in flames (Wooh), red bottoms look like steel (Skrrt!)
Foreign bitch (Yeah), no speak, but she know the drill (She know it)
FN loaded (Click), shoot the scene like Cloverfield (Boom!)
Whatchu feel? (What?) Bitch, I'm colder than a deal (Freeze)
Cartier (Ice), I just spent that on a meal (Yum)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m out in Tokyo (Skrrt), pourin’ wok in matcha tea (Sippin’)
Shawty talkin' reckless, now she talkin’ on her knees (Slurp)
Nina got no manners, it go off without a please (Grrah!)
All my diamonds dancin', I got water on my sleeves (Splash)
Plug out in Ibiza, send the bricks like FedEx speed (Zoom)
Twenty on the dresser, thirty more up in the weed (Racks)
She just wanna fuck me for the fame, not the creed (Nah)
I just want her throat and then I’m ghostin’ like a breeze (Poof)
Snakes up in the grass — I hear ’em hissin’ when I walk (Sss)
So I keep that pole on me like Moses when I talk (Talk to ’em!)
My bro got that mop, it’ll slide just like chalk (Grrah!)
Now his name on a shirt, turned a flex into a loss (Pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Dior mask (Woo), cover my sins with fashion (Drip)
Bitch got hips, but her heart full of passion (Toxic)
Countin' up ten while the lambo be dashin' (Skrrt)
Blood on the bands, now the money need a napkin (Ew!)

[Chorus]
Iced out grill (Bling), diamonds bite, that shit unreal (Ayy)
She pop a pill (Perc'), now she dancin' off the seal (Yuh)
Countin' bills (Woo), blue face bustin' out the seal (Racks)
Walk in flames (Huh), red bottoms look like steel (Pow)
Foreign bitch (Uh), no speak, but she know the drill (Go!)
FN loaded (Click), shoot the scene like Cloverfield (Boom!)
Whatchu feel? (What?), bitch I'm colder than a deal (Freezin’)
Cartier (Yuh), I just spent that on a meal (Flex!)

[Verse 2]
Used to hit licks, now it’s 40 on my kicks (On God)
Bitch said she loyal, but she hoppin’ like a glitch (Cap)
I got the wave like tsunami when it hit (Splash)
He tried to surf, now he sleepin' with the fish (Brrra!)
Glock got attachments, came with a switch (Grrah)
I do my dance, then I vanish in the mist (Woo)
Opps try to talk, now he talkin' through a list (List)
Gold in my mouth like I’m talkin’ with a fist (Shine!)
Bentley truck, matte black — no cap (Skrrt)
Bitch got a back like a DJ clap (Clap!)
Whole lotta sticks like a tree in a trap (Wooh)
I don’t play games, but I still got a strap (Bitch!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Jetski, Jetski — flyin’ through the cash route (Cash!)
Shawty want the wave, she just tryna crash out (Boom!)
Don’t know how to love, all I know is max out (Max!)
Threw her out the spot — she was tweakin', spazzed out (Yuh!)

Iced Out Grill [Prod. PMO Music]

Orchid - Fleursonseaux
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Orchid

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Smoke up!) (Let's Go!) (Aye) (Big bag—wooh)

[Chorus]
I smoke big racks (racks), bitch I’m rollin’ like a taco (yeah)
Pulled up in that Phantom, got her shakin’ off the shock, ho (skrrt)
Runnin’ through these hunnids like they chasin’ me—Diablo (brrrra)
She gon’ pop it open, I ain't even gotta knock, ho (Pow!)
I smoke big racks (racks), keep a pistol in the console (uh)
Told that bitch I’m toxic, better treat me like a barcode (beep beep)
I been countin’ blessings, now my diamonds look like art, bro (bling)
Whippin’ through the pain, I made a movie out the dark, though (cut)

[Verse 1]
Used to wear the same fit, now I'm shoppin’ out in Prague (wooh)
Bitches used to clown me, now they beggin’ for a jog (run it)
I might fuck her once and send her back just like a log (bye bye)
Shit was lookin’ foggy, now my vision crystal raw (ice)
Keep that Draco close, can’t let a fuckboy get too close (no way)
Mixin’ pain with potion, got me driftin’ off the coast (float)
Ran it up in silence, now my bank account do the most (bling)
Told my opps it's pressure, now they ghosts just like a post (boo)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ain’t no switchin’ sides, bitch we loyal like a gang sign (gang)
Had to cut some ties, they was snakes the whole damn time (facts)
Catch me in the sky, smokin’ dope above the state line (zoom)
Bitch, I’m way too high, I forgot I even hate time (tick tick)

[Chorus]
I smoke big racks (racks), bitch I’m rollin’ like a taco (yeah)
Pulled up in that Phantom, got her shakin’ off the shock, ho (skrrt)
Runnin’ through these hunnids like they chasin’ me—Diablo (brrrra)
She gon’ pop it open, I ain't even gotta knock, ho (Pow!)
I smoke big racks (racks), keep a pistol in the console (uh)
Told that bitch I’m toxic, better treat me like a barcode (beep beep)
I been countin’ blessings, now my diamonds look like art, bro (bling)
Whippin’ through the pain, I made a movie out the dark, though (cut)

[Verse 2]
Told my mama we gon’ live like kings up in the sky (sky)
Now I’m on the jet, pourin’ lean while I fly (pour it)
Fuck a nine-to-five, all my shooters certified (facts)
Got a model bitch who suck me dry like she got pride (yuh)
I got demons, but they dancin’ in Margielas (drip)
Heart been cold, now my wrist need a sweater (freeze)
Runnin' through these plays like I’m holdin’ a vendetta (go)
If that boy talk slick, leave him outlined like a letter (bye)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) I been outside with gorillas (pow)
(Yeah) Pockets swollen like they killers (racks)
(Yeah) We don’t talk to no civilians (nah)
(Pop pop) Glock two-tone, that bitch bilingual, feel it? (click clack)

[Outro]
I smoke big racks (racks), bitch I’m rollin’ like a taco (yeah)
Pulled up in that Phantom, got her shakin’ off the shock, ho (skrrt)
Runnin’ through these hunnids like they chasin’ me—Diablo (brrrra)
She gon’ pop it open, I ain't even gotta knock, ho (Pow!)
I smoke big racks (racks), keep a pistol in the console (uh)
Told that bitch I’m toxic, better treat me like a barco

Smoke Racks [Prod. PMO Music]

Sunset Over Jaipur

Contentment

Una noche, frente al mar y bajo la luna llena, me tocó una melodía que me recordó a ese viejo tema mío. Me miró, sonrió y susurró: '¿Por qué no lo compartes con el mundo?' Así nació 'Arpeggio'.

Arpeggio

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Sunset Over Jaipur

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