Name: humanoid x android party. by A Man On Acid
Duration: 3 min 29 s
Description: Human and machine voices collide, a playful acid groove with robotic echoes.

Battleworld takes its pulse from Marvel’s fractured multiverse, a realm where worlds collide, merge, and fight for survival. Earth-616 channels this chaos into dark minimal techno: metallic rhythms, echoing kicks, and hypnotic grooves that feel like stepping into a cosmic arena, where every beat is a battle and every drop a decisive strike.



Earth-61112

Raw old-school hip-hop beat meets sharp social commentary. A witty, biting look at the compromises made to climb the ladder.

Lyrics :

The Immigrants "Bow to Rise"

[Intro] 
If you wanna rise, You gotta bend low. Bend low, bend slow. Yeah, that’s how the game goes.
[Verse 1] 
Bless the boss with the shiny shoes, Laughs too loud, got nothing to lose. Always got some clowns around, Standing stiff, spinning round and round.
Acting big, but he’s full of air, Talk too slick? Better beware. Boom boom, pop pop, just noise, Clown kings playing with broken toys.
[Pre-Chorus] 
Bend low, bend slow, Bend your pride just so. Smile fake, stand in line, Pretend you fine, pretend you fine.
[Chorus] 
If you wanna rise, you gotta bow. Bend your back, fake that vow. If you wanna rise, you gotta bow, Play the fool, at least for now.
[Verse 2] 
Promises cracked like worn-out boots, Oaths so fake they got no roots. If the prince got pockets of sand, Don’t expect gold in the people’s hands.
Heads up, kid, watch your back, After this hustle, what you gonna stack? Think this world gonna smile for you? You might see what the blind never knew.
[Pre-Chorus] 
Bend low, bend slow, Bend your pride just so. Smile fake, stand in line, Pretend you fine, pretend you fine.
[Chorus] 
If you wanna rise, you gotta bow. Bend your back, fake that vow. If you wanna rise, you gotta bow, Play the fool, at least for now.
[Bridge] 
What's the game, what's the play? A broken crown on a broken day. Say "hi" to the puppets, wave to the throne, Kiss the ring, or break the stone.
[Outro] 
Bow to rise, Bow to rise, Bend your pride, Bow to rise.



Bow to Rise

Melodic EDM, Deep Voices, and Kawaii 808s bounce with glitchy edges and bamboo flutes. A sonic scramble crossing.

Midnight_Express

Shibuya

Glitch hits race against rapid-fire beats, neon flares cut through the mix, and pitched bamboo flute lines twist like light through the alleys. Every note is sampled, spliced, and played to perfection, creating a high-speed chase through Tokyo’s red-light maze a sound both dangerous and intoxicating.

Shinjuku (Kabukichō)

Racing through tunnels of light and danger. A journey where love hangs on every turn and the destination may not be safe but it’s worth the ride.

Lyrics :

Engines purr like silent cats.
Shinjuku lights burn neon flats.
Ginza curves bite sharp at speed.
Shibuya screams, the tires bleed (SKRRRHHH!)

Nani?! the sirens flash too late.
Kuso, we’re flying past the gate.
Akihabara’s glass explodes in glow.
Yoyogi wind cuts ice and snow (WHSSHHHH!)

Boost kicks in at Harajuku’s bend.
Kaneda’s ghost rides till the end.
Chrome snakes race through midnight air.
Kanda bridge hums, we don’t care (WUB-WUB-WUB!)

Ginza backstreets hide our trail.
Ikebukuro bends won’t fail.
Midnight Express, the city’s mine.
Tokyo roars past every sign (VRRRROOOOAAAARRR!)

Midnight Express

Club 27 is aZzma’s tribute to the fire and ghosts of rock. Psychedelic textures swirl while her voice rises like an invocation, calling back the legends who left too soon. She doesn’t imitate them, she embodies their spirit and proves that music keeps every name alive.

Lyrics : 

Intro:
Twenty-seven candles, one by one, 
Burning names that won’t be gone. 
A voice in static, loud and thin: 
“Rock keeps rolling, we never give in.”

Verse 1:
Jimi kissed the sky with fire, 
Janis broke her heart on the wire. 
Morrison rode the storm at night, 
Three shadows turned into light.

Chorus:
Light my fire, set me free, 
Kiss the sky, bleed with me. 
Piece of a heart, never gone  
Club 27 still lives on. 

Verse 2:
Purple haze still clouds the brain,
Whiskey prayers still call my name. 
Freedom’s just a word, they say, 
But music never fades away.

Bridge:
Jimi screams through every string, 
Janis cries where the church bells ring. 
Jim still whispers in the storm, 
Rock’s rebellion takes new form.

Final Chorus:
Light my fire, set me free, 
Kiss the sky, bleed with me. 
Piece of a heart, never gone  
Club 27 still lives on. 

Outro:
Names carved deep in sound, not stone. 
Janis, Jimi, Jim / never alone. 
The body fades, the song survives… 
Music makes the dead alive.

Lyrcist : aZzma ©

Club 27 (Live Version)

Warm and immersive, where bass and keys breathe in unison, dissolving into ambient mist.


North African Jazzy Laid-back Drift

Volubilis

Human and machine voices collide, a playful acid groove with robotic echoes.


man on acid.

humanoid x android party.

A playful yet tragic digital breakup anthem. Lyrics use clever imagery of firewalls, saved files, and pixelated memories. Production mirrors the theme with glitch effects, stuttering synth leads, and sudden pauses that mimic system errors. The drop feels like a reboot, sharp and unpredictable.

Neon Highways

Ctrl + Z

Machines chop the beat into vowels and glitches, a synthetic storm of bass.

Dr0pit

AI Blender

KAWAII KICK TO THE FACE!

A Man On Acid is a Finnish DJ and producer shaped by the underground rave culture of the 90s. Known for his hypnotic 140 BPM acid techno, he blends rolling basslines, piercing rave sirens, and industrial percussion into a raw and addictive sound. His sets and productions capture the atmosphere of abandoned warehouses, neon-green lasers, and the iconic acid smiley sprayed on cracked concrete walls.
While rooted in acid techno, his music reaches further: certain tracks carry the melodic touch of Russian influences, others echo the cold mysticism of Finnish folklore, or the restless energy of industrial warzones. Still, the heart of his sound is uncompromising acid, fast, heavy, and meant for sweat-drenched nights where the crowd loses itself in repetition.

humanoid x android party.

A Man On Acid

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