Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - a cosmic crew of glitch-born groovers dropping basslines with a twist of beachside rasta-reggae-rock. Think Sublime vibes, but flipped, warped, and riding a whole new wavelength. Dubbin’, lovin’, and vibin’ through the space-time shuffle. Life’s short. Let’s ride. PLUR always. 🌊🎸💫

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Smoke Signals & Cheap Thrills

Woke up in a lawn chair, sand in my jeans,
Last thing I remember, I was chasin’ a dream.
Bottle in my left hand, spliff in my right,
Pretty little thing said she’d stay for the night—
But she gone... like my last twenty bucks,
Now I’m skippin’ town, guess I ran outta luck.

Ohhh, I hear the sirens singin’ my name,
Ohhh, but I never play that game…

Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.

Met a rasta man said, “Boy, you look lost,”
Told me ‘bout Jah, then he stole my sauce.
Bought a ticket south, but the train broke down,
So I’m thumbin’ rides with a dog and a clown.
Got a tattoo from a dude in a van,
Spelled it wrong but—man, I’m a fan!

Ohhh, I hear the waves call my name…
Ohhh, but they never sound the same…

Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.

They say “slow down”—I say “why?”
The reaper got a ticket but he waitin’ in line…
Roll me up, let me float like a kite,
I’ll be back when the stars burn bright…

Yeahhh… cheap thrills…
Oooohhh… no regrets, no refills…

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Smoke Signals & Cheap Thrills [Remastered]

Mitchell  & The Dubs Cartel - Two Blunts & a Bus Ride

I woke up late, my rent’s past due
Ashtray full and nothin' to do
Put on some shades, slid on my Vans
Walked out the door with empty plans

Ran into Shay at the bodega line
She said, “You still broke?” I said, “Feelin’ fine”
She passed a J, I took a hit
The world slowed down, I said, “This is it”

Two blunts and a bus ride to nowhere
We got no cash, but we don’t care
Got my headphones blastin' some Marley
Feelin’ irie, life ain’t hardly
What they promised on the TV screen
But the sun’s out bright, and my soul feels clean

Saw a punk rock kid with a dog named Blue
Strummin’ some chords, said, “Mind if I join you?”
We passed it 'round, swapped some laughs
Talked about love, and overdraft
The driver yelled, “Yo! You can’t smoke here!”
But we just smiled, disappeared

All I need is a little breeze
Some freedom and a bag of treats
System’s cracked, but I won’t bend
I got cheap thrills and real friends

Two blunts and a bus ride to nowhere
We got no stress, just messy hair
Tell the suits and ties they can keep their lies
We got backbeats and clear blue skies

So if you feel lost, come catch a ride
We're headed nowhere with nothin’ to hide
Life’s too short to be too still
So roll one up and ride the thril

Mitchell  & The Dubs Cartel - Two Blunts & a Bus Ride [Remastered]

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Flip-Flops & Felonies

Caught a wave in a coffee cup
Lit a spliff, now I’m wakin' up
Mailbox full of bills I won’t pay
Tossed ‘em out, hit the beach anyway

Met a girl with a tattooed wrist
Said her ex ran scams, now he don’t exist
She laughed, said “Life’s one big scheme”
Then stole my lighter and dipped from the scene

Flip-flops and felonies
Broken boards and burgundy dreams
Ain’t got much, but I got the breeze
And a beat-up deck with no receipts

Skatin’ past all the suits and rules
Livin' like I dropped outta school
They say I’m lost - I say I’m free
Just flip-flops and felonies

Back of the bus with a busted phone
Screenshot maps just to get back home
Caught the vibe from a rooftop jam
Drum circle lit, cops didn’t give a damn

Tried to write a verse, but I lost the pen
Used a matchstick on my arm again
Truth is, I ain’t got a five-year plan
Just a bag of tricks and a suntan

Flip-flops and felonies
Spray paint tags and midnight sprees
Ain’t got rent, but I got a beat
And a melody that don’t miss a beat

Sidewalk’s hot, but my soul’s on chill
Duct tape wallet, hundred-dollar will
They say I’m nuts - I say I’m me
Just flip-flops and felonies

Ohh, these streets ain’t paved in gold
But they got stories I was told
From the bodegas to the boardwalk breeze
I find my truth in moments like these

So light one up for the ones who roam
No fixed address, but we still feel home
We ain’t rich, but we got what we need
Just flip-flops and felonies

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Flip-Flops & Felonies [Remastered]

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Late Checkout 

Told the front desk we ain’t leavin’
Keys on the counter, but we still breathin’
Room service with the shades drawn
Sunlight hittin’ like a new dawn

She got glitter on her collarbone
My chain’s tangled in her iPhone
She said, “You ever sleep?” I said, “Hardly.”
“We pay the price just to crash the party.”

Plastic cups on the balcony ledge
Cigarette burns on a Gideon’s edge
Heaven’s booked, we ain’t checkin’ in
But we might check out - just not this weekend

We got no bags packed, no plans made
Just vibes on loop and a sweet escape
It’s a late checkout, baby, hold that space
Room 420 with the sun on our face

Mini fridge empty, but the soul’s on full
Running on fumes, but we never dull
Voicemail from Monday, I let it ring
We live like legends, not like kings

Back of the Uber, spinnin’ our sins
Old cassette deck still playin’ The Strokes in
Neon Bible in the drawer for luck
And a do-not-disturb on everything we touch

Mitchell: You ever feel like this world’s on pause?
Dubs: Like the clock got tired of tickin’ laws
Mitchell: We write our rules on hotel slips
Dubs: And leave with nothin’ but apocalypse tips

We got no bags packed, no plans made
Just vibes on loop and a sweet escape
It’s a late checkout, baby, hold that space
Room 420 with the sun on our face
Yeah, it’s a late checkout, no need to race
One more night ‘til we vanish without a trace

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Late Checkout [Remastered]

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - I Can’t Find the Vibe 

Got a vape pen, dead again, battery fried
She said “You’re too old to be outside”
I said “Girl I paved the path you walk”
She rolled her eyes and hit me with a TikTok

Tried to chill at the beach with my boombox tunes
They called me “vintage,” said I “used cartoons”
I got Crocs on sport mode, socks up high
And apparently that means I wanna die?

I don’t get your slang, I’m lost in the mist
You got ten identities and an allergy list
You cancel a taco for cultural theft
But steal my vinyls like you pressed 'em yourself

I can’t find the vibe, it’s ghostin’ me
Gen Z’s got beef with my skinny jeans
I just wanna smoke and watch cartoons
But I’m too old for Discord, too young for The News

Yeah, I can’t find the vibe, it left the chat
Tried BeReal but I don’t post like that
I miss MySpace and AIM away signs
Now all I got is back pain and good rhymes

They got middle parts, we got receding lines
They pay for WiFi and complain online
I said “pull up,” they said “that’s sus”
And I’m the one who pays their Uber Plus

They ask for a sign, but I’m all outta zodiacs
I'm Capricorn rising, but I’m not your dad
I texted “K,” they said “that’s cold”
But I’m not mad, I’m just thirty years old

“Listen Gen Z... we love you... but you need a hug, a real one... not a virtual emoji sandwich... also, we invented memes. You’re welcome.”

I can’t find the vibe, it blocked my soul
Tried to Venmo my dealer, he said “Use Zelle, bro”
I still burn CDs like it’s ’03
They stream AI rappers with no melody

I can’t find the vibe, it’s lost in the feed
Too many filters, not enough weed
I’m just tryna roll with my tribe
But now I need two apps just to feel alive

I miss the days when vibes came free...
...and all you needed was a mixtape and iced tea.
(...and someone who didn’t ask your pronouns mid-sesh)


Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - I Can’t Find the Vibe [Remastered]

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Sunset Schemes

She came through with a sunburn and a smile
Hopped the fence, barefoot, said, "Stay wild"
Tossed her shades on the dash, lit a smoke
Told me, “Rules are for fools that stay broke”

Ocean breeze with the bass turned loud
Tats on her hips, got the crew feelin' proud
Sippin’ rum out the bottle, no class
But damn if she didn’t make time move fast

No plan, no map, just heat
Dirty flip-flops, dancin’ in the street
If you ask what we’re chasin' tonight...
Just sayin’ whatever feels right

We got sunset schemes and barefoot dreams
Palm tree highs and late night themes
Throwin’ shade to the 9-to-5
We ain't here to work — we came to thrive

Burnin’ that loud, dancin’ in steam
Life’s too short not to chase that gleam
No regrets in the afterglow
If you know, you know — now let’s go

I got salt in my hair, soul in my chest
Feelin’ rich with nothin’ but a tank top and zest
She got eyes like a shot of mezcal
One sip in and I’m already down bad

Speaker’s blown, but we don’t care
Sun kissed skin, hands in the air
No curfew, no callin’ it quits
Just rebels on the run with these moonlit hits

Oooooh, don’t need much
Just a beat, a flame, and a lover’s touch
We ride the waves like we ride our fate
Tonight feels like it could elevate

We got sunset schemes and barefoot dreams
Palm tree highs and late night themes
Throwin’ shade to the 9-to-5
We ain't here to work — we came to thrive

Burnin’ that loud, dancin’ in steam
Life’s too short not to chase that gleam
No regrets in the afterglow
If you know, you know — now let’s go

Let’s go, let’s go...
Sippin’ sunset...
Ayo pass that...
Cartel vibes, baby...

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Sunset Schemes

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - She Only Loves Me In The Summer

She got sunblock on her shoulder,
Tastes like mango and rum cola
Ripped jean shorts and a loose band tee
She said, “Boy, don’t you catch no feels for me”

She don't text back when the leaves turn brown
Only hits me up when she’s back in town
By the shore with that look in her eye
Like we never said goodbye

She got a tan line heart and a no-strings soul
She laughs like she’s never getting old
But when the fire dies, so do we
Like sandcastles washed back to sea

She only loves me in the summer
Only wants me when it’s hot
We burn like vinyl in the backseat
Then she’s gone like she forgot

It’s a fling, not forever
But damn, it feels so clever
Yeah, she only loves me in the summer...
And I let her

We got beachside secrets, motel sheets
Ocean waves and stolen beats
She’s barefoot dancin’ through my mind
A full moon kiss with no rewind

I play cool but I’m losin’ sleep
She don’t promise what she can’t keep
She’s a postcard written in heat
And I’m just the boy she sees between

I never said it would last forever
I’m just chasing the weather
And baby, you knew the score...
This love was made for the shore

She only loves me in the summer
Only when the sun’s on blast
We melt like ice on the boardwalk
Then it’s over way too fast

It’s a fling, not forever
But we still surf that pleasure
She only loves me in the summer...
And I’ll remember

She said, “Don’t fall too deep, babe... I’m seasonal.”
And I said, “Yeah... but so is magic.”

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - She Only Loves Me In The Summer

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Built for the Storm

I’ve been broke, I’ve been bent, I’ve been counted out
Took L’s like trophies, that’s what life’s about
Seen the tide try to pull me under
But I rise like waves after thunder

Mama said, "You ain't made to play safe"
So I chase dreams, not minimum wage
Scars on my knuckles, sun in my face
I'm the proof you can still win the race

No umbrella, just a backbone
Out here dancin’ in the cyclone
Let 'em talk — we already won
We don't break, we bend with the sun

I’m built for the storm, born in the fire
Got hit with the pain, came back higher
No map, just rhythm and desire
Even rock bottom couldn’t break my choir

Yeah, I thrive when the skies turn grey
I make gold from the mess they made
I’m built for the storm —
That’s why I still play

Raised by wolves, fed by hustle
Learned to turn every scar to muscle
Life threw fists, I threw rhythm
Now I two-step through every system

No mentor, just mistakes
No blueprint, just breaks
But the beat still knocks
And my faith still wakes

Let the rain come — we ain’t runnin’
Let the winds blow — still strummin’
We don’t wait for the sun to shine
We bring light with every rhyme

I’m built for the storm, born in the fire
Got hit with the pain, came back higher
No map, just rhythm and desire
Even rock bottom couldn’t break my choir

Yeah, I thrive when the skies turn grey
I make gold from the mess they made
I’m built for the storm —
Still dancin’ in the rain

(voice echo)
"Some of us weren’t made for calm seas...
We were made for the waves."

Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Built for the Storm

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Born and bred in New York City, DJ and Producer Mitchell Frederick, has an untouchable skill for music. With a rich history in music theory and composition, his journey through sound began in childhood. Multi-talented with instruments like the violin, trombone, drums, piano, and bass guitar, the producer quickly learned that his natural ear could be used in a multitude of ways. But by the time he turned 13, he knew that becoming a producer and DJ was the perfect path.

Mitchell spent an entire year practicing on his first DJ setup, a pair of Technic 1200's and a Vestax mixer, and immediately launched himself onto the New York scene. With an unmatched persistence and love for the art, the musician has performed at some of the most exclusive and premiere venues across the country. Mitchell has also graced the crowds of Mexico, Panama, Colombia, Cyprus, Dominican Republic, and Israel with his eclectic house beats. With two decades of professional music experience under his belt, nothing can stop Mitchell Frederick from a bright destiny. His unique style brings infectious energy to a crowd, and his one-of-a-kind demeanor is impossible to match.

“Music is not what I do, It’s who I am.” – DJ Jazzy Jeff

Nervous Records _ NY
Deep Root Records _ NY
Subtone Records _ LA
Contact Records _ UK
Hands On Records _ UK
Homewerx Records _ NY
Risky Label _ Barcelona
Phunk Traxx _ Italy
ReGroup Records _ Brazil
Palmlands Records _ Germany
LFTD Global Recordings _ Canada