Faded

All My People Live

Cairo

Get That

Amalgamated

Infinite Ballistix

Duffle

H0es Need Love

Swisher Sweet [TECH HOUSE]

[#disco] [#discotech] [#house] [#techhouse] [#soul]

Groovy Lovin' Wave [DEEP HOUSE]

👅 

[#techhouse]
I been given the power of the bass
Beat done snap no clout no chase
Spicy lil mama rotate your waist
Give you a piece of my tech house taste



Power of the Bass [TECH HOUSE]

Whip That Hard [RAP]

i want that purple stuff 💜 😍 🤭

[lyrics]
oh my god where'd you get that purple molly
i got fucking floored the last time i dropped
it's like blue and purple, some galactic shit
i need to find a plug for that good good

Purple Molly [TECH HOUSE]

dope ass track feat danzo

[lyrics]

I’m a glitch in the matrix, a hit with a hatred,
Spit sick when I shape-shift, blades in the language,
Bars bang like war drums, thunderous cadence,
I lace scripts with venom, no love, just anguish.

I’m surgical, wordplay flirts with the merciful,
But I murk a verse worse than a curse in a murder school,
Slaughter syllables, cynical criminal, born to duel,
Flip a rhythm, split it like atoms — lyrical molecule.

Snappin’ like synapse gaps, collapse your syntax,
Punchlines hit like brass knucks in a gym bag,
Mind’s a minefield — think wrong and it clicks fast,
Flow like a ghost through your dome, leave your chin cracked.

You’re scribblin’ riddles, I’m rippin’ a missile through rhythm,
No gimmicks — just infinite instinct and venomous diction,
Precision incision — I split your ambition with friction,
A lyrical assassin, kill tracks with conviction.

I’m a glitch in the matrix, a hit with a hatred x4




Glitch in the Matrix [RAP]

Fun tech house track, it goes hard! Enjoy!

Bass Hit Low [Tech House]

You Don't Deserve It [House]

Pull The Slide [Rap]

No talkin' dawg - KVWSR [Rap]

Lyrics - 

No talkin’ (fuck that)
Just bag runnin’ (run it)
Big ass chain, wrist stay flooded (ice!)
Too many bands, this shit look nutty (racks)
Don’t trust shit, bitch act funny (hoe)
Slide with a stick, clip long, no dummy (brrt!)
Racks in the safe, no cappin’ (never)
We don’t do talkin’, just backends (facts)

Bitch I’m up, I don’t need no favors (nah)
Blew that check, then fucked my neighbors (smash)
Wrist on chill, but my heart got anger
Talk too slick? You’ll meet this banger

Fuck them lies, I got paid in blood
Twelve come close, I don’t say nun’ (never)
Ran my route, I don’t chase no love
All I chase is bags, bitch run that up (run it!)

Cartier frames, but I still see fake
I don’t do brunch, I don’t do breaks
Lame-ass opps get hit with shakes
Fuck your post, I just raise my stakes

I don’t chase hoes, they chase this dick (facts)
Bourbon neat with a half-burnt spliff (gas)
Call that play, then the whole room shift
Try my name? Better plead that Fifth (pussy)

I be in the trap with a bag and a weapon
Fuck your vibe — I count my blessings
Hopped in the game, no time for guessin’
Now I walk through like, “Bitch, I’m destined”

Told that thot: no pics, no stories
You get dick, but you don’t get glory (never)
I don't share, don't beg, don’t worry
Just get high, get head, get blurry (skrrt!)

Fuck bein' humble — I’m cocky with reason
Glock stay tucked, no matter the season
Your bitch on my line, I gave her a preview
Now she act up like a Netflix preview

Cash in the mattress, trap phone ring
Can’t wife a hoe — I just let her sing
Tats on my neck, gold in my teeth
Whole block hot, but I’m cold beneath

Slide in the back with a switch on auto
This ain’t luck — I was built for the motto
No regrets, just commas and hollows
Whip too fast, make the narcs feel sorrow

Big blunt lit, I’m high off evil
Don’t trust church, I sin with people
I done ran scams, moved work, broke meters
She suck soul, now I dodge her features

Hundred on the wrist, bitch I don’t do leases
You got a problem? That piece deletes it
Fuck bein’ fair, I came from pieces
Now I play life like a board with secrets

Big stepper, bitch, you a typo
I’m in this club with a stick and a pipe, though
Told lil bro, “Keep shit silent”
He hit licks with a smile — that’s violent

No Talking [Rap]

Bassline is Pro [Tech House]

DJ trained to lay down the tracks
get it? 

DJ Lay Down The Tracks [Tech House]

Banger

Pay you in drugs, ho — crack, meth, E (yuh)
Pay you in drugs, ho — shrooms, DMT (what)
Pay you in drugs, ho — coke, LSD (bitch)
You want a feeling? I invoice in keys (keys)

Hot hands, hot plate, heat rise, stove glow,
Ghost ride, low tint, cold eyes, no halo,
Cash talk, code words, Vosne-Romanée flow,
Dark laugh, slow drag, hellfire, volcano.

Cut—          lines.  Count—          sins.
Clock—          spins.  God—          grins.
I don’t—          flinch.  Pressure—          wins.
I pay— in drugs; that’s— my— hymn.

Tabs in a tin, I twist that top,
Drip in a cup, then sip that drop,
Lights go red, then bass go pop,
If trust ain’t dead, this night won’t stop.

Slide in the city, the pity is pretty, I’m grimy but witty, I’m litty—no lie,
Vials in the pocket, a rocket, I bop it, I’m toxic but honest, I’ll look in your eye.
Demons are tenants, they’re paying me rent in the minutes you spend when you’re hoping to fly—
Bitch, I’m the fuckin pilot, be quiet; we riot in silence and step to the sky.

Boom 808s, room fuckin levitates,
Zoom through the gates, doom resonates,
Loon never breaks, fumes medicate,
Tomb decorates; who’s—heaven’s gate?

Pay you in drugs, ho — crack, meth, E
Pay you in drugs, ho — shrooms, DMT
Pay you in drugs, ho — coke, LSD
You want a feeling? I invoice in keys

Backroom deals, blackroom peels—peel back fate (uh)
Tattooed seals on vacuum seals—no handshake.
Pop acid tabs, then pace that fuckin floor,
Knock-knock, shit devils at the backstage 
If the light go low and the hi-hat talk,
I write my debts in chalk, then I walk.

(We don’t do hugs.)  (We don’t do trust.)
(Count what you want.)  (I pay you in dust.)

Mirror-maze mind with a mine full of mirrors,
Micro-dose moments make fuckin monsters nearer,
Money talks Morse, my morals fucked up here,
Midnight math; make the margins clearer.

Breath run thin when the set go slam,
Neck go numb when the decks go jam,
Text that plug with a deadpan “fam,”
We hood as shit muthafucka, this yo mans

R1: I keep receipts in the smoke, that’s proof.  
R2: You keep beliefs in a joke—no truth.  
R1: I trade your dreams for a dose—uncouth.  
R2: We turn the booth to a cult—dark roof.
R1: Count that pain like a tithe—pay dues.  
R2: Mount that bass, let it writhe—shake rooms.  
R1: Life ain’t free, it arrives—then tombs.  
R2: Pay you in drugs; that’s the vibe—no blooms.

Pay You In Drugs [Rap]

Bass Chase [Tech House]

Sky Blue (Stick to Me)

#techhouse #edm #house #techno #deephouse

New track off an album in the works...enjoy!

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