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Neon veins, aching for the next high. No law, no order—just credits, chemicals, and the open road.

"SMUGGLIN’" is a gritty, high-energy cyberpunk anthem that throws you into the merciless world of black-market drug runners, cybernetic addicts, and outlaw smugglers racing across the Night City border.

Thunderous beats, distorted synths, and raw, pulsing bass drive this track forward like a high-speed chase through the underworld. This is the sound of a deal gone right—or horribly wrong.

Rev the engines. Load the cargo. Keep the coast clear.
Because in the end… all veins ache for these cyber highs.

SMUGGLIN'

SAND DANCE

WEAPON IN BLUE (Unreleased Version).

Tonight, the bunker isn't as quiet and gloom as it usually is. Some bunker do horrific experiments... this one? They just party hard!

JUMPSUIT JAMBOREE

Loosely based off real events merged with cyberpunk lore! Escape to the rooftop terraces where the party never stops; especially at night! Cheers - here's to some Tequila!

TEQUILA (Removed From Platforms).

GLOW FLIP

"SONG OF THE REPUBLIC" Inspired by Helldivers 2

SONG OF THE REPUBLIC

POPPIN' PILLS

You never know; maybe there's a home away from home.

LYRICS: 

[Verse]
A dozen rusty cars sit on blocks
At the place where he calls home
The '90s country blasting out the
Speakers in his phone
A tire yard dog barks from the bed
Of his beat-up Chevrolet
He says he won't be back for a while
'Cause he's headed to L.A.

[Verse 2]
And he says

[Chorus]
"Don't waste your time, this dust bowl town's a piece of shit
And don't you spend your money at the Dollar General, kid
Get your mind on somethin' bigger
While you're workin' that minimum wage
And, honey, take the first train outta town to the city of L.A."

[Verse 3]
With a couple of the neighbors watchin'
He leaves a little too fast
Blows through a couple of stop signs
And heads out for the tracks
And then we hear that whistlin' comin'
And the sound of that iron on iron
And all that's left is the silence
And the smell of burnin' tires

[Chorus]
He said, "Don't waste your time, this dust bowl town's a piece of shit
And don't you spend your money at the Dollar General, kid
Get your mind on somethin' bigger
While you're workin' that minimum wage
And, honey, take the first train outta town to the city of L.A."

DUST BOWL

SKY'S FALLING

Who The Fuck Are You?

PHAZIKK is the creative identity of a Canadian producer, blending emotion and storytelling in every track; drawing inspiration from late-night reflection and raw human experience.

Working with advanced production software and FL Studio, Phazikk fuses electronic, hip-hop, and cinematic influences to create songs that speak when words fall short. Each release is a new chapter.

Now streaming on Spotify, Apple Music, and all major platforms.

-P

BUISNESS EMAIL: phazikk@gmail.com