Notarize the air (demo A)

Beatmaker/Producer
Follow me at https://open.spotify.com/artist/6vL7OJjqob8PhFGZAF8OhR
Looking for rappers/singers to collab with 
DM me

Official Vinyl> http://www.recordshopx.com/artist/chrystal_beats/loopin_for_life_of_dejavu/?_gl=1*xhsm5e*_gcl_au*MjI1MjQzMjQuMTc2MDQ2NDA1NA..*_ga*MTc5NTg3NTgzMy4xNzYwNDY0MDU0*_ga_TR1FC2SB1P*czE3NjA0NjQwNTQkbzEkZzAkdDE3NjA0NjQwNTQkajYwJGwwJGgw
Official Video> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NbbXgFCVCY&list=RD3NbbXgFCVCY&start_radio=1
Official Video> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmzW2k1GbFg&list=RDEmzW2k1GbFg&start_radio=1
Official Video> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHW1UQbKcUQ&list=RDeHW1UQbKcUQ&start_radio=1

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Album: Romeo Rage 1 - 3/5 of it out now!

32, Born in London but from Jamaica.

For music enquiries, features or bookings msg on here preferably or email: romeoreggz@hotmail.co.uk 


While I appreciate the interest from record labels, I'm better doing my own thing. That said, I'm open to exploring other opportunities in the music industry.

How did I get here? 

It all started when a friend convinced me to rap at 14. From there, I taught myself the basics of recording and mixing, and I've been honing my skills ever since.

If you're interested in collaborating, dm me on here or send me an email, and I'll get back to you.


Songs are recorded on my iphone, I can’t have people mixing my ‘raps’ as I’ve never ever liked how I’ve sounded unless I’ve mixed it or stood behind you. As Virgos know how everything should be in their head which appears controlling. Creative control over sound quality always. 

Thank you for even listening to a song even if you hated it. Those 3 mins you did give I do expect if we’re being honest  and that’s not an ego talking. As I’ve recorded 300+ freestyles in the last year and deleted 100 cause those 100 I wasn’t jumping for. 😂 Seriously though everyday I think about the fact you listened & say thanks 💯👊🏽.

Hey i'm RILE, if you fuck with my music it is very much appreciated. Thanks for taking your time to listen. Much love.

Notarize the air (demo A)

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