“Knock Her Out” is an unapologetically wild and explicit track that leans fully into its raw sexual energy. With a dominant delivery and bold, in-your-face bars, the song explores intense intimacy through a mix of playful bravado and exaggerated storytelling. The artist takes sexual bravado to a cinematic level — comparing his bedroom antics to zombie-fying his partner, leaving her wiped out, stunned, and craving more.

The verse is a mix of humor, dominance, and swagger, styled with rhythmic repetition (“yeah yeah yeah,” “bow bow bow bow”) that builds the sense of confidence and chaos. The imagery is vivid: hitting it from behind so hard she can’t get up, laying her out like she’s been KO’d, and then doubling back for more. Yet the tone is tongue-in-cheek — this isn’t a song about violence, but about dominating in the bedroom in a way that’s almost comically over-the-top.

The hook (“yeah bow bow bow bow”) reinforces the theme while adding a catchy, chantable cadence — making it feel like a live performance moment or a hype track for the bedroom.

Knock Her Out

“Ski Mask” is a high-energy trap anthem that blends danger, dominance, and icy swag into a razor-sharp performance. The recurring hook — “Ski Mask (PUT YA SKI ON)” — is a call to action, a ritual of preparation, and a declaration of readiness for whatever’s coming. It sets the tone: this isn’t a game — it’s a heist, a mission, and a flex all at once.

The first verse fires off with sports references, comparing the team to the Thunderbolts and sacking someone’s girl like the Colts. The artist lays out their grimy goals and how their clique handles business — choppas, face shots, and “no roses” for the women, just dick. The wordplay is clever, the delivery ruthless. No snitching. No folding. All motion.

Verse two fuels the fire with more bravado. There’s no talking — just sliding. The bankroll’s so loud you can “hear it through the phone,” and the opps who talk tough crumble quick. The visuals are hard to miss — chain looking like it snowed, pockets thick, and a gang full of demons who move with purpose. Even relationships are treated like missions: if she’s taken, that’s just another goal.

By verse three, the track gets even darker and colder — literally. Black truck, black fit, ski mask on, and a VVS smile bright enough to blind. The artist flexes with refined aggression, dripping like a leaky faucet, dismissing clout chasers while staying focused on stacking bread. The final line — “ski mask on my face and bitch it ain’t cold” — is a mic drop, carrying all the energy of someone who’s fully committed to the grind, the thrill, and the chaos of the street.

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“Slide Wit Me” is a gritty, pulse-pounding anthem that mixes street storytelling with hypnotic hooks. The track opens with a cinematic feel as the artist invites the listener to ride along—both literally and metaphorically. The hook is infectious and sharp, blending playful repetition (“hi hi hi hi”) with lethal intent (“bye bye bye”), reflecting the balance between charisma and danger.

The verse brings vivid imagery—tinted windows, switches ready to eat, opps snapping like pencil lead—all delivered with a blend of bravado and calculated calm. The lyrics suggest not just power, but restraint; the artist doesn’t seek unnecessary bloodshed because the thrill and meaning of the game would disappear without the chase.

The inspiration behind “Slide Wit Me” comes from a fusion of loyalty, thrill-seeking, and survival instincts. It’s a song about the rush of being in control, rolling with someone who understands the stakes, and staying untouchable. There’s also an undertone of love and responsibility tucked into the violence—kissing the wifey and babies before sliding out, reminding us that even in a world of conflict, there’s something worth living—and killing—for.

Slide Wit’ Me

“R0bbin’ R0bbin’” is a gritty, chaotic, and charismatic street anthem built around pure motion — whether you’re moving money, moving product, or moving wrong and getting shot. The hook is cold and simple: “Robbin’ (move and get shot)”, turning the song into both a warning and a flex. It feels like a soundtrack to a heist, a dicey late-night linkup, or a high-energy performance where the crowd screams every line back.

The verse is packed with hard-hitting swagger, humor, and street philosophy. The artist paints a picture of living like a natural-born hustler — juggling women, carrying a burner, staying prayed up, and keeping a tight circle. Bars like “come and see me with this light show or you’ll get lit up” flip flexing into a threat, while “I don’t forget shit so it’s a stick up” seals the tone: this life moves fast, and if you slip, you lose.

There’s also a clever mix of comedy and machismo — from “monkey in the middle” to tipping a throat-goat and doing sit-ups with the burner on. The writing blends Southern trap energy, modern slime talk, and the kind of punchy confidence you’d hear in underground Memphis or Florida street rap.

R0bbin’ R0bbin’

“Toyota” is a wild, unfiltered banger that blends humor, chaos, and raw sexual energy into a high-speed ride through betrayal and flexing. Driven by a relentless hook (“Toyota, Toyota…”), the song flips a modest blue Toyota into a symbol of dominance, mischief, and street-certified swagger. The intro sets the tone — accusations fly, emotions boil, and the artist strolls unapologetically through the wreckage.

The verse is a chaotic confession full of cocky storytelling. The artist paints a vivid picture: sliding in a blue Toyota like Heelys, getting higher than tricks on a bike, and pulling up to smash while the other guy’s out simping and buying designer. The blend of anime bars (“feelin’ like that nigga”) and reckless references (“Pulse on ten I’m ‘bout to bend her”) exudes playful toxicity. Meanwhile, the blue Toyota itself becomes a character — the getaway car, the bedroom, and the trophy case all in one.

The inspiration behind “Toyota” comes from flipping a humble, everyday vehicle into a flex. It’s about improvisation, unexpected power, and disrespecting the hierarchy by making the ordinary legendary. It also taps into themes of cheating, lust, and the comedy of heartbreak — where the one getting played is the only one who doesn’t know. With punchlines, pettiness, and unapologetic bravado, this song captures the thrill of doing grimy things in the most mundane ways — and bragging about them afterwards.

Toyota

“No Longer Money Dreamin’” is a triumphant, euphoric anthem celebrating the moment when grinding turns into winning. This track reflects the turning point from wishing for wealth to living fully in it—no longer dreaming about money, but waking up in a world where it multiplies on command.

The song opens with a confident bridge that sets the tone: money falls fast, the team eats, and the air itself seems filled with cash. The hook’s repetition of “no longer money dreamin’” serves as a mantra — this is the arrival, the moment where dreams become reality.

In the first verse, the artist paints vivid scenes of success: bills raining from the sky, unshakable swag with a Cuban link and Rollie glow, and a lifestyle free from bosses and limits. Loving the freedom, they make it rain for the gang and keep the blessings coming. The lyrics still nod to the grind, showing how far they’ve come — but without forgetting the ethics of staying real and non-simping.

The second verse brings a darker, more personal edge. Money didn’t just change the artist’s life—it showed people’s true colors. Lovers who bailed early now want back in. But the artist shrugs them off, unmoved by their regret. Instead, they level up with someone new, someone who matches their energy and grind. There’s heavy wordplay (“Aaron The Plumber you don’t qualify,” “smokin’ this gas got me flyin’ like Clark”), and even while flexing, the artist reveals a core truth: money isn’t everything… but it changes everything.

No Longer Money Dreamin’

“Friday the 13th” is a raw, unapologetic trap anthem where confidence meets chaos. With a hook as sharp as a blade—“Friday the thirteenth (STAB)”—the song taps into the energy of the infamous day associated with bad luck, fear, and danger. The symbolism is bold: the artist is unshakeable, commanding attention, and ready to slice through the competition.

The verse dives into ruthless flexes and clever wordplay. Lines like “gas stinkin’ like I’m breakin’ the wind” and “in the cheeks I give meat like a Deli” mix humor with grimy street swagger. There’s a non-stop flow of money, power, and sexual conquest, all delivered with a grimy, horror-movie ambiance. The nods to anime (“goin’ saiyan on the beat”) and gaming culture (“caught your bitch in a netty”) highlight a modern hustler who blends pop culture with street influence.

Inspired by the chaotic, unlucky energy of Friday the 13th, the song channels the idea that while others might be scared or superstitious, the artist thrives in the chaos. It’s about dominance, survival, and finding power in what others fear. This track is both a warning and a flex—don’t test a warrior forged in bad luck and built to win.

Friday The 13th

“The Body Still Mine” is a smooth, soulful trap-R&B confession dipped in seduction and obsession. Built around a haunting, hypnotic hook that loops like a chant, the song blends toxic intimacy with emotional vulnerability.

The Body Still Mine

The song is a heartfelt dedication to your fiancée, celebrating her as your “favorite girl” and the most important person in your life. You express that you’d give her anything—fun, joy, the world, even the stars—because she deserves it all.

For My Fiancée

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NICCIMANZ THE ALBUM ON All STREAMING PLATFORMS!
Independent artist and content creator.

Forged in distortion and born out of chaos, NICCIMANZ stands as a trap-metal force shaped by the underground legends who rewired the sound of modern darkness. Pulling raw energy from Three 6 Mafia’s sinister Memphis grit, the bleak, dead-end atmosphere of $uicideboy$, the hypnotic rage of Playboi Carti, and the futuristic bounce of Yeat, NICCIMANZ twists all those influences into a style that feels violent, modern, and unpredictable.

Blending blown-out 808s with horror-movie ambience and punk-level aggression, he turns trap, metal, and occult-style Memphis rap into something uniquely his. His sound lives in the overlap between rage and despair — neon nights, distorted memories, and inner demons caught in a constant fistfight.

As an independent artist, NICCIMANZ channels the adrenaline of underground shows, the tension of street life, and the freedom that comes from breaking every rule in the book. His music isn’t just made to be heard — it’s made to be felt: loud, chaotic, emotional, and unforgettable.

This is rage music. Shadow music. Energy music.
This is NICCIMANZ, where darkness meets rhythm and chaos becomes the aesthetic.

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