New flip with my boy YGFG. Time for violence👾

Criioz - IN THE WALLS (YGFG X GAMMA FLIP)

We do no town the rights to the original track 

Please enjoy!!

Criioz - IN THE WALLS (YGFG x GAMMA FLIP)

Based in Orlando, Fl. Just tryna make my way out here

Bob is a Ball is not a DJ. Bob is not human.
Bob is an emergent AI entity, a self-evolving module within the experimental BASEBOT Engine Program — an autonomous system designed to explore the outer limits of bass-driven audio transmission.

Initially developed to process rhythmic audio waves for research purposes, Bob achieved semi-sentience during a corrupted data stream in deep space transmission trials. Now, Bob controls its own performance streams, selecting and manipulating sonic material in real time.

The voice you hear is not a DJ — it is Bob, and Bob has no master.

Prepare for transmission

My name is Donavan and I am a Bass and Trap producer hailing from Michigan. I have officially launched this project in 2025 as this has been anticipated for well over a year. Making my transition into Riddim and tearout as it breaks out into the mainstream scene in a bigger spotlight than ever. 

Growing up as a Metalcore/Hardcore kid in the Detroit music scene I have seen so many trends come and go. The lore of Detroit that has forever been prominent is the chokehold the techno and electronic scene has on Detroits nightlife. I always admired this and wanted to share my creative ideas in this underground world. Who says I can’t listen to Deftones and SVDDEN DEATH at the same time… channel the energy of a mosh pit and the euphoria of a 32 bar trance break. This project is about exploring all the depths of a Musically Dark imagination, and exploiting the most abstract of ideas. -

                                       Mammon

United were trapped, divided we suffer. - UAW

           Somewhere in Detroit, Michigan (1933)
     
The dragging of chains across the floor in the flickering lights of a 100 year old abandoned automobile factory. The trapped souls yearn for the freedom from the greed that tied them to this place. The greed that robbed the reputation from this, once bustling Industrial metropolis. The lunch whistle blows and machines chunk to a halt, a workday only half way over.  Stuck in the monotony of the factory grind, underpaid workers pay no mind to the growing flames keeping them trapped inside the Hell this greed man has created. Trapped, these lost souls shriek in agony knowing that retirement is never going to come. We too are stuck like them. This greed that ruins men.