Name: Saint Chamharouch by Gn On Fyah in TRAPTHERAPY
Duration: 5 min 27 s
Description: The album closes with a descent into mysticism: Saint Chamharouch invokes the Moroccan spirit-king of the Jinn, transforming trap industriel into a ritual. Metallic beats collide with folklore percussion, the sound shifting from cyberpunk grit to ancient trance. The outro fades into hypnotic Arabic rhythms, as if the machines themselves surrender to the drum circle under the Atlas sky.

A 100-track journey through the raw pulse of trap music. From industrial drums to atmospheric pads, this compilation blurs the lines between street energy and digital distortion. No rules, just waves, dark, distorted, hypnotic. Pure sound pressure for those who live off rhythm and shadow.

TRAPTHERAPY

Grind it, chop it, mix it, flava-it
Bitch I get it on my mind
Smoke it, roll it, taste it, bang it
Bitch I can't get even high
You can't get way that I'm flexin'
Bitch I'm on my demon time
You know that my flow is extended 
I grab that shit in my crime

Сломанный ублюдок - тот! 
Кем мне никогда не стать 
Карманы жрут купюры 
Стоило лишь мне начать 
Словно Boeing сука 
Манера создан чтоб летать 
Мне не тянули руку 
Я сам научился сиять

 Grind it, chop it, mix it, flava-it
Bitch I get it on my mind
Smoke it, roll it, taste it, bang it
Bitch I can't get even high
You can't get way that I'm flexin'
Bitch I'm on my demon time
You know that my flow is extended 
I grab that shit in my crime

Grind it, chop it, mix it, flava-it
Bitch I get it on my mind
Smoke it, roll it, taste it, bang it
Bitch I can't get even high
You can't get way that I'm flexin'
Bitch I'm on my demon time
You know that my flow is extended 
I grab that shit in my crime

Кто бы мог подумать , а? 
Lil shawty точно влюблена 
Тупит но вроде не дура , а
Запрыгнет со мной в бумер , я

Я видел это тыщу раз 
2 тыщи слёз 
Из тыщи глаз 
Manera bless 
Топлю на газ 
Ты знаешь что скажу сейчас

 Grind it, chop it, mix it, flava-it
Bitch I get it on my mind
Smoke it, roll it, taste it, bang it
Bitch I can't get even high
You can't get way that I'm flexin'
Bitch I'm on my demon time
You know that my flow is extended 
I grab that shit in my crime

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An immersive blend of darkwave and industrial trap, where pulsing basslines, metallic rhythms, and haunting synth layers create a hypnotic, shadow-drenched soundscape.

TESL4

N0 H0PE

A futuristic manifesto. Zubida’s voice carries a warning from 2068, wrapped in deep industrial EDM and desert winds.

Lyrics :

(Zubida in)
Neon rain falls / steel streets breathe.
Skyline sleeps / the air hums.

A shadow ship pierces moonlight.
Its skin of glass bleeds silver fire.

(Number3 of Tokyo_Night)
They land with eyes of mirrors.
Their hands fold light like paper cranes.

(Zubida)
"Return the Earth," they speak in winds.
"Your time was borrowed, your roots forgotten."

We look at towers / they look at soil.
Our hearts fracture between two skies.

One city kneels.
Another resists.
Silence splits the dawn.

The ship ascends / without war, without peace.
But the word stays / inside every mouth.

Lyricist : Number3, Tokyo_Nights, Zubida

Midnight_Express

Return the Earth (feat. Zubida)

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)

An emotional portrait of memory and longing. Inspired by the quiet strength of a soul who writes love into the world, even through silence.
Inspired by Violet Evergarden. Delicate vocals over shimmering EDM / beauty in the quiet ache.

Lyrics :

(Intro):
E-ver… gar-den…
(yeah, yeah… drop it)

Couplet 1:
Step in the gar-den, blo-oms in the dark,
Petals like glass, they sh-sh-sha-rk.
Roots in the sky, rain up-side-down,
Bassline shakes the gro-und.

Light bleeds green through the ve-ins,
Clock hands bend, twist in the cha-ins.
Hear that hum? It’s the past un-spun,
One by one till the night’s un-done.

Pré-drop:
E-ver (ever) – gar-den (gar-den)
Bre-ath in (in), bre-ath out (out)
E-ver – gar-den – now.

Drop:
Gar-den, gar-den,
Pulse like har-dened steel,
Step, feel, re-pea-eat / surreal.
Gar-den, gar-den,
Petals cut like beat kni-ves,
Bounce to the roots of your li-ves.

Violet

Smuggling fire across borders, where Moroccan chaabi rhythms collide with Algerian folk melodies. Folklore fused into dancefloor heat.


Three Bullet Theory

Moroccan to Algerian

A gun with no bullets. Words fragmented into syllables, scratched into frenzy, swinging between industrial trap and cyber-dark minimalism. The finale explodes in philosophy.

Far-Di-Kha-We Freestyle

The album closes with a descent into mysticism: Saint Chamharouch invokes the Moroccan spirit-king of the Jinn, transforming trap industriel into a ritual. Metallic beats collide with folklore percussion, the sound shifting from cyberpunk grit to ancient trance. The outro fades into hypnotic Arabic rhythms, as if the machines themselves surrender to the drum circle under the Atlas sky.

Saint Chamharouch

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Maya Guzmania, alias Ghost Of Maya, est une artiste belge dont le parcours oscille entre l’ombre et la lumière. Avant de devenir autrice-compositrice-interprète, elle a longtemps œuvré dans la production musicale, sculptant les sonorités des autres sans jamais oser imposer sa propre voix.
À six ans, elle enregistrait déjà des bribes de mélodies sur de vieux magnétophones, convaincue que la musique était un langage secret. Adolescente, elle passait ses nuits dans les clubs underground de Bruxelles, absorbant les rythmes du breakbeat, du dubstep et de l’électro, en quête d’une alchimie sonore qui lui échappait encore. À vingt ans, elle plongeait dans l’industrie musicale en tant que productrice, affinant son art dans l’ombre des studios. Pendant des années, elle façonnait des morceaux pour d’autres artistes, effleurant l’idée d’écrire pour elle-même, sans jamais franchir le pas.
Puis, un soir, au détour d’un morceau inachevé, elle a compris que sa place n’était plus derrière la console, mais au cœur du son. La voix qu’elle modelait pour les autres devait désormais être la sienne. C’est ainsi que Ghost Of Maya est née, fruit d’un vertige et d’un besoin urgent de rattraper le temps perdu.
Aujourd’hui, elle prépare son premier album, une œuvre immersive où les spectres du passé rencontrent les pulsations du futur. Et demain ? Si le futur appartient aux âmes qui osent, Ghost Of Maya pourrait bien devenir l’un de ces mystères musicaux qui traversent les époques, insaisissables et hypnotiques.

Maya Guzmania, known as Ghost Of Maya, is a Belgian artist whose journey sways between shadow and light. Before becoming a singer-songwriter, she spent years behind the scenes as a music producer, shaping the sound of others while keeping her own voice in silence.
At six, she was already recording fragments of melodies on old cassette players, believing that music was a secret language. As a teenager, she wandered through Brussels’ underground clubs, absorbing the pulse of breakbeat, dubstep, and electro, searching for a sonic formula that remained just out of reach. By twenty, she had dived into the music industry as a producer, perfecting her craft in the shadows of recording studios. For years, she created for others, brushing against the idea of writing for herself but never taking the leap.
Then, one night, amidst an unfinished track, she realized her place was no longer behind the console but within the music itself. The voice she had shaped for others had to become her own. And so, Ghost Of Maya was born—from that moment of vertigo, from the urgency of reclaiming lost time.
Now, she is preparing her debut album, a hypnotic journey where echoes of the past merge with the rhythms of the future. And what lies ahead? If the future belongs to those who dare, Ghost Of Maya may soon become one of those musical enigmas elusive, timeless, unforgettable.

Gn On Fyah is a Moroccan–Russian–Singaporean DJ trio born in Marrakech and raised on chaos. The lineup is Farid (Morocco), Vogne (Russia), and Bbang (Singapore) three minds from three worlds, colliding in one sound.

Their philosophy is simple: beats are bullets, folklore is fire, words are weapons. They do not aim to please; they aim to disrupt. Every set is a battlefield where North African trance, Russian steel, and Asian cadence clash and fuse.

On stage, they are reckless yet precise, fearless yet calculated. Their sound moves between industrial trap, cyberpunk grit, glitch-heavy textures, and dark minimal techno, but always anchored in ritual and trance. For Gn On Fyah, music isn’t entertainment it’s confrontation, initiation, and survival.

This is not a project. It’s a pact. Gn On Fyah stand for turning culture into fire and fire into rhythm.

Saint Chamharouch

Gn On Fyah

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