trippy, hypnotic, and space-driven, built for late-night rides, smoke-filled sessions, and moments where your mind drifts off into another dimension. Heavy basslines ripple like cosmic waves, synths swirl with psychedelic textures, and the rhythm pulls you into a zone where time feels suspended

Alien Bounce

this is acid hip hop, dripping with neon hallucinations and basslines that crawl under your skin. The beat twists like smoke in a blacklight room, snapping drums over warped synths that feel alive. Every kick lands like a heartbeat on psychedelics, every hi-hat flickers like strobe lights behind your eyelids.

girl6

Loud, heavy, and split between calm and chaos; this beat flips like its namesake. “Bruce Banner” starts smooth and laid-back, floating in haze, then mutates into raw, green-fueled power that smashes through speakers. Psychedelic synths twist around hard-hitting drums, basslines growl beneath the surface, and every layer feels like another hit of gamma radiation

bruce banner

this joint is a collision of street and spirit * boom bap drums echoing like prayer bells in a neon cathedral. Gritty hihats and snare cracks ride low like dice on the block, while haunting melodies rise up like stained glass light through smoke. It’s church on the corner, sermon in the cipher hip hop baptized in bass

Press play and step inside the temple

pandemic

a sonic graveyard of missed calls and broken promises. Voicemail is a dark trip through haunted beats, where scorned lover messages bleed into the mix like ghosts that won’t let go. The drums knock heavy, but the echoes feel cold, twisting every word into static. It’s pain turned rhythm, obsession turned reverb; a soundtrack for nights when love curdles into shadow.

Press play, and let the messages play back in your head.

voicemail

Dark rooms, smoke in the air, money stacked like tombstones. The Commission is pure mob energy: haunting strings draped over boom bap drums, basslines lurking like shadows in a backroom deal. This is music for bosses, for sitdowns where silence is louder than gunshots.

It’s Nino Brown swagger colliding with Tony Montana paranoia cold ambition, ruthless hunger, and the price of the throne echoing in every note. A soundtrack built for gangsters who know power never comes without ghosts

the commission

vibr8sun ain’t light • it’s the afterimage of light burned into your mind. A ghostly pulse rises from the shadows, pulling you higher with every vibration. The beat haunts like static from another dimension, bass trembling like an old church organ, melodies flickering like candle flames in an abandoned cathedral.

This is sound as ascension • eerie, beautiful, and relentless. A frequency that doesn’t just play • it elevates.

vibr8sun

faded drifts like smoke in slow motion: a hypnotic blend of shadowy bass and ghostly textures that pull you beyond the surface. The beat dissolves into echoes, each layer vibrating higher, like static turning into light. It’s lofi transcendence: haunting, heavy, and spiritual all at once. This is more than a vibe -it’s an elevation to a higher frequency, a sound you don’t just hear, but disappear into.

faded.

This that badu.420 • smoke so heavy it’ll sit you down, beats hittin’ like the strain that knock you on yo ass.

badu.420

Ain’t no face, just a visor glowin’ in the dark! I’m out here sendin’ signals from the other side. My beats ain’t regular, they hit like acid trips mixed with block vibrations. Bass heavy like trunks on Crenshaw, synths twistin’ like backstreets at 3AM, rhythms hittin’ like dice on the curb.

I bend sound, flip galaxies, and drop that alien bounce for anybody wild enough to ride the wave. Encore Vinyl the stamp - every drop a coded message, every beat a new dimension.

You press play, you gone. Simple.

Marc Nevermind

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