The Anti-Christ

Not quite finished yet.

A homage to willy wonka

A whole world of pure imagination

Psychotic Delirium

Emily youcis used to have a movie coming out.

Alfred has an acid flashback

YOU WILL SEE SUCH PRETTY THINGS

See You, Space Cowboy

Lavender Town

it was my favorite themesong so  I had a go at it.

Pepper Ann

The intro to my next LP.

A direct reference to the Raleigh "rave scene" and how I left.

Intro(And Hell Followed With Him

I wanted to make a delightful sounding song for a friend's birthday.

I lost my microphone so the part where I said happy birthday was replaced by played out FMJ samples

Happy Birthday Emily

I had to extend this. its a beautiful piece of music. originally by the ECC

I use it as a transition in shows.

Spandau Filet ECC(True)(extended mix)

Ahh you think darkness is your ally.

You merely adopted the dark.

I was born into it.

Molded by it.

I didn't see the light until I was already a man

 by then it was nothing to me but BLINDING.

Darkness as an ally

DREAM A DREAM, AY YO CAPTAIN JACK

In the hall of the mountain king.

Classical music hardcore

Clarity(UK Garage Remix)

Breakbeat Fantasy

Gymnopedie No.1 (UK GARAGE/HOUSE MIX)

Silly Chip melody

The Drum N Bass That Everybody Else Makes

Stagnant

It gets better as it goes on

Made this on a lunch break a few weeks ago, just got to uploading it.
WIP

Ghost

Hemmorage

This actually started as a vocoder test.
Lyrics literally written while I was driving
I'm having trouble finishing it because the DAW keeps fucking crashing.

Discoteque

Breathe

WIP
First time back in "the studio" in months and made in one sitting 
I swear to god, I'll actually finish this one

Hardcore Dreams

ULTRAVIOLENT ICON

Renard is a mentally ill, animal fucking, transvestite, sex offender and domestic abuser and for some reason thats his biggest selling point

Yiff in hell, Lapfox

GunBuster

Here lies Vera

Lost all of my projects to hard drive failure.  Gotta restart somewhere.

Raving in the 90's(Old Skool Rave/ Breakbeat Hardcore)

Introduction in rhyme.
(lyrics)
Zombies out the black fog. 
Pack of lapdogs wacked out on the backlog. 
Rounds racked
Rapid attack the lacking wit a Mac mod.
Slack-jawed hacks, mumble tracks just act hard.
Stats maxed to the level cap post haste.
Cap a rapper sack his flat and spit in his ghost face
Most disgraced display to ever play atop a slipmat. Get back, 
poison spit is Arsenic to little bitch rats

Habitually offensive by design. 
Sick culture suicide with each regressive line.
Paradigm rhymes maligned niggas blind as jazzmen and
Stanning guys when 99% is instant hasbeens.
virtuoso monster heel judge of the genre. 
Conjured in the cloud of ganja come to conquer warring whore mongers. 
No nonsense, bonkers
Say your das vedanyas. Partner, 
types dicing sissy niggas up like Jeffrey Dahmer.
Sauce to spare, dare pull a rib on a smoked pig. Who Only swig of juice from when they boosting broke dope rig. 
Go figure, contentious from bell to bell. Activated recently before a seething sleeper cell Unleashed A foul beast prevail. Browbeat off the mic heat. Incite grief, delight peeps when type release a beat for sale

Burn through rum til Senses fail. Heaping bowl with keef inhale 
Reefer chinked eyes bleeding reading to the beat in braille
Lucy translucent with the wet instant schizophrenic
Melanin benefits extra risk of getting bayonetted. 
The game is over. Future freshman already lettered
Better back off before class massacre or get wetted.
vetted trial by fire
Spit deniers admire.
thick blue line bled red a day prior retired
Dry pockets sire Pied Piper soul toll pay. Pen assassin for hire casket amass to hold sway

Lyric amorphous vs.
Corporate whores fit to forfeit.
Aborted before the chorus, boring back to the store bitch

Lore fit an undetermined brand or Canon. Grandstanding like the man that 
Leave steve bannon abandoned.
Random acts of war overnighted at your front door.
The Sleighted type'll, slice without a knife. That's what the mic's for.
Quite sore on the 4x4 more to show. Hoard the glow the old order gored over heavy flow

Hypocritic coming from the low watermark. Braked, kicked spit and on the tooth wave sawn apart.
non-player drone, domes blown in the parking lot.
Homie bones cast, future past fusion modern art. 
Cruise past competition in the whip wit an ignition lock
Pole position in your ma and steal your daughter heart of hearts. 
Banter with the master authoritarian Bonaparte 
Slasher,barely none aint carrion after the slaughter start

Rise of The Poisontype

Fuck Copyrights nigga.

Not quite done yet but you get the idea.

I dream of Jeanie

I'm trying to invent a  fusion between Hardcore and Dn'B

I make an amalgam of UK Hardcore, Drum N' Bass/Breakcore, Gabber and the like. 
Use headphones for optimal  listening experience.

Mister Gone

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