Tribal percussion, sub-bass sermons, and glitched analog textures.
This isn’t just a track... it’s initiation.
Built for secret sets, warehouse rites, and spiritual raves.

Underground Frequency

Source Code is a sonic transmission from the infinite—where the boundaries of self dissolve and the eternal connection between all things becomes undeniable. Each vibration is a reminder: the same pulse that moves galaxies beats within your chest.

This is not just music; it’s a cipher of the unseen, a call to remember that separation is the greatest illusion. Beneath the noise, beyond the constructs, there is only unity—energy flowing in perfect rhythm, light dancing in perfect harmony.

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop. Tune in. Rise above. Become the signal.

Source Code

Serpent slithers through the underground—deep tech house soaked in psychedelic echoes and cosmic pulses. The bass coils like an ancient force, while hypnotic patterns loop endlessly like an ouroboros devouring time.  This track channels a galactic serpent awakening in the void. Close your eyes. Let it strike. Shed your skin.

SERPENT

“Up All Night” is a 5-minute deep-tech odyssey. A driving, cinematic cut layered with ghost vocals, stretched ambient bridges, and six tension-rich drops. Designed for the after-hours — where connection and disconnection blur, and emotion rides the sub.

Built with intention, not trends. Every detail engineered for the ones still standing when the lights stay low.

Up All Night

A trilogy of deep dub revelations.
Bass as commandment. Silence as scripture. You don’t listen — you submit.

Ashes Remember

Velvet Authority

Echo Rite

Eyes Only I Can Find

This ain’t just bass — it’s a resurrection. Trial By Fire is the rite of walking through flames to reach the sacred light. Sub-bass trials. Halftime grooves. Born again through rhythm and smoke. GOD mode activated

Trial By Fire

Espíritu Mexicano isn’t about nostalgia. It’s about now. A sound forged in barrio streets, borderlands, and undergrounds — where ritual meets rhythm, and identity cuts through every bassline. Medi-dub, tribal tech, and low-end hip-hop collide with echoes of ancestral memory and modern resistance. This is generation Mex — not the past, but the pulse.

Presidente

Mira

Corazón de Acero

Trabajo y Sangre

El Último Santo

Espíritu Mexicano isn’t about nostalgia. It’s about now. A sound forged in barrio streets, borderlands, and undergrounds — where ritual meets rhythm, and identity cuts through every bassline. Medi-dub, tribal tech, and low-end hip-hop collide with echoes of ancestral memory and modern resistance. This is gen Mex — not the past, but the pulse.

Fe Callejera

Viva Dub

El Jefe

Bendito Pecador

“Ho’oponopono (I’m Sorry, I Love You)” is a healing mantra wrapped in Afro-tribal rhythm and deep house warmth. Bethany’s voice flows like water — repeating four sacred phrases that dissolve, forgive, and uplift. Djembe and cajón bring the earth. Sub-bass holds the soul. This is medicine for the dancefloor — a loop of love, meant to be felt, sung, and shared.

HO'OPONOPONO

This one’s for the ones walking unseen bridges — the ones remembering the fire wasn’t lost, just sleeping in the code.

MYTHMOTION: IGNITE THE SCROLLS is the sound of prophecy rewritten through bass.
Ancient law meets modern pulse. 126 BPM of resurrection — Mercury frequency, deep Virgo discipline, Aries ignition, Leo radiance.

Every drop, every breath — a scroll reawakens.

I didn’t make this track to entertain.
I made it to remind.

Seal 917604.OX.
The myth moves again.scrollsound

- Niko Mac - The Sonic Alchemist

MYTHMOTION: IGNITE THE SCROLLS

No filter. No cap. Just bass, breath, and bare truth. No Masquerade walks like scripture over sub—trap from the temple, not the timeline. Hood mystic energy. Real ones only.

No masquerade

This one’s sacred. Hallowed Ground ain’t just a track — it’s a ceremony. Every kick’s a heartbeat syncing two spirits. Synths hum like prayer bowls in a temple of stars. Divine union decoded in bass. Meet me at the threshold — body, soul, and frequency aligned.

Hallowed Ground

This track is about feeling the wound of love that disappears — when someone you care for deeply can't hold space, and you're left chasing shadows. It's about the ache in the nervous system, the feeling that you’d bleed just to prove you're real. But beneath the pain is the knowing — that we bleed the same, that we’re connected. This is the sound of searching, breaking, remembering, and still choosing love. Even if they ran, even if they vanished into the clouds — you're still here, heart open, whispering: come home.

Bleed the Same

“First Wound” is a descent into the shadow — a sonic ritual for those ready to heal the mother wound, the first mirror. It’s about shedding the masks we wear to survive, breaking ancestral loops, and reclaiming the original voice buried beneath pain. Each frequency is an initiation — grief, forgiveness, and rebirth woven into basslines that speak in light codes.

This is not just music — it’s an undoing. A remembering.
A transmission for those who came here to end the curse and walk unmasked in their truth.

First Wound

This track ain’t about guidance — it’s about becoming the guidance.
“Path Revealed” is what happens when you move without a map. The moment your foot hits the dirt, the ground answers. This is manifestation in motion. A bassline for the brave. Hermetic in essence. Esoteric in rhythm. I ain’t waitin’ on a sign — I am the sigil.

That whisper? “I step, and the path appears.”
Looped like a spell.
Each drop — a revelation.
Each kick — a choice made holy.
The track speaks to everyone who walks through fog with fire in their chest.

I built this for the ones who trust the unknown. Who don’t need proof. Just presence.

The path ain’t found — it’s forged.

Path Revealed

“Calladito Pero Crowned Up” is a spell for the quiet ones — the ones the world overlooked while destiny was sharpening them in silence. This track is a reminder that power doesn’t always roar; sometimes it whispers until the moment hits. When the silent one rises, the whole system tilts. When the underestimated step forward, the universe rearranges itself around them. I want the world to understand this: your voice doesn’t have to be loud to be undeniable. Your growth doesn’t need approval to be real. Your crown isn’t given — it awakens. This is for anyone who learned in the dark, healed without applause, and now moves like a king born from silence.

Calladito Pero Crowned Up

A shadow-soaked tech-trap heater where Mary Jane guides you across the underworld. Smoky vocals, hypnotic drums, acid-warped bass — this is the late-night ritual you don’t come back from.

Mary Jane

DESCARADO is the spirit of moving through the world unmasked — the art of standing in your truth with no shame, no fear, no soft edges. It’s the energy of looking the universe dead in the eye and refusing to shrink. A fearless aura. A sacred rebellion. A soul that walks with its chest open and its shadow showing.
This track is a reminder: be blatant with your light, bold with your darkness, and unapologetic with your existence. Real descarado energy — worn like a crown.

Descarado

“Dime Con Quién” is about the truth we run from.
The idea that who stands next to you… reveals who you really are.
Every face in your circle holds a piece of you — the part you hide, the part you lost, the part you’ll become.
This track is a mirror.
A reminder that your tribe, your shadows, your loyalties — they all speak louder than your words.
This isn’t about sound.
It’s about identity.
About the weight of walking with the right — or the wrong — souls.
If you listen close, you’ll hear yourself.

Dime Con Quién

I made this for anyone building their life from the spine outward…
For the ones steady while everything spins…
For the ones who move worlds by moving within first.

-Niko Mac

Center Of Mass

A ritual flip of Santana’s classic — deep tech house meets ritual trap. “Evil Ways” flips the original into a hypnotic low-end sermon, fusing vintage guitar soul with sub-heavy pressure and minimalist groove. Cinematic. Underground. Unforgiving. For late sets, red lights, and serpents who never sleep.

Evil Ways

A two-track EP about knowing when to stay and when to leave.
Minimal, cinematic, and emotionally magnetic.
Silence as strength. Bass as gravity.

Hold

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It is said that the highest vibration in the universe is gratitude... That being said my name is Niko.

Niko Mac

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