Name: The King of Jinns by Gn On Fyah in 12.3 Khz Compilation
Duration: 6 min 15 s
Description: Ancient Moroccan folklore, layered on cyberpunk trap. Spirits rise through sub-bass, myth becomes weapon.

12.3 Khz Compilation

8. Feeling Café (2:54)
Title track. Laid-back, bittersweet, nostalgic. It's a café without walls, where memories sip espresso with ghosts. A loop that feels like déjà vu.

Feeling Café

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.

Battleworld

Magellanic Cloud

Hala

The Get Down

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

D3EP DR1FT

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

Midnight_Express

Shibuya

Ancient Moroccan folklore, layered on cyberpunk trap. Spirits rise through sub-bass, myth becomes weapon.

The King of Jinns

aZzma delivers one of her most uncompromising songs. The track is built on raw blues-rock grit where silence itself becomes the crime. Her raspy voice cuts through heavy riffs to remind us that indifference can be louder than bombs. This is aZzma at her sharpest: fearless, furious, and unafraid to wound.

Lyrics : 
Intro
History writes with blood not ink,
The world looked away, didn’t even blink.

Couplet 1
Bombs fell down, streets turned red,
Children cried where the living fled.
No bread, no water, nights too long,
While the world kept dancing, kept singing songs.

Pont
A boy with one leg, counting the dead,
Hunger’s a knife that cuts through his head.

Refrain
Once in the century, truth won’t deny,
The world stood against the smallest sky.
A strip of earth, Gaza its name,
Killed by the silence, buried in shame.

Couplet 2
Mothers with pictures, holding the ground,
Fathers with shovels, no words, no sound.
The screen showed fire, the plates showed feast,
Justice slept, while pain increased.

Pont
Some pulled the trigger, the rest just stared,
The crime was shared, the whole world dared.

Refrain
Once in the century, truth won’t deny,
The world stood against the smallest sky.
A strip of earth, Gaza its name,
Killed by the silence, buried in shame.

Couplet 3
History’s ink will burn with disgrace,
Humanity sold for a safer place.
Freedom was locked, justice was blind,
The future will curse what we left behind.

Outro
But still may the children laugh in the sun,
Run on the shore, no longer on the run.
Let them be voices, let them be free,
As every child of this world should be.

Lyricist : aZzma

The Silence Was the Weapon

Gewölk

A warning disguised as a beat, eerie pads with sub bass knocking like someone at the door.

Dr0pit

Don’t Open

Hello Grey! is Lotus Pastel at its most enigmatic. Words spill like fragments of an absurd philosophy, half chaotic, half prophetic, where hidden truths hide in nonsense. The song plays with shadows and riddles: who is Grey, and why does his name echo in the title? No answer is given. Instead, the track leaves a trail of questions, absurd and luminous, a signature of Lotus Pastel’s universe where chaos itself becomes meaning.

Hello Grey!

Jimi Hendrix asked, "Are You Experienced?"  Tina Turner asked, "What's Love Got To Do with it?"  And now folks, you are presented with perhaps the penultimate conundrum, of which the answer will undoubtedly separate the mortal men from the metamorphosized brain-gorilla übermensch race.  The question is, "Do you have what it takes?"  

Do You Have What It Takes To Smell The Farts Of Stone Cold?


there to disappear

with muted senses
searching so as not to find
shuffling our feet as
all our precious clocks
unwinding and wily
what be your business here?
if not to remind me of
all I truly am

and then, and there to disappear
oh,to disappear
and then, and there to disappear

guarded ignorance
wonder doesn't have a name
curtsy to indifference as
night follows days again
no time for distance
let me ring a bell in your ear
all out of patience
I turn another page

and then, and there to disappear
oh,to disappear
and then, and there to disappear

all these demands, this rush for affection
'just saying, who needs love when we've got protection?

and then, and there to disappear
oh, to disappear
and then, and there to disappear
to disappear

Rightly

there to disappear

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12.3 kHz is an electronic label connecting ten projects in one shared universe from cyberpunk trap and acid techno to darkwave and kawaii glitchcore. Strong concepts, bold visuals, and high-impact production. Each release is its own world.

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.

The King of Jinns

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