"This is a raw and emotional #Trap freestyle straight from the heart. I poured my feelings into every bar, blending deep lyrics with a melodic flow. If you're into #EmoRap, #SadRap, and real #StreetRap storytelling, this track will hit home. The pain, the struggle, the truth—it's all in the music."

Trap (free style)

You ever try to flex on a duck and end up a meme? No? Well, this is your warning shot. “Tried to Flex on a Duck and Got Bit in the Nuts” is the most unhinged stoner comedy anthem of the year — a high-energy, dumb punk trap fever dream with storytelling so absurd it belongs in the Smithsonian of WTF. From Walmart drip to ER trips, this meme-ready banger blends lo-fi distortion, heavy bass, and chant-style choruses that’ll have your whole squad screaming “DUCKS DON'T BLUFF.” Whether you're high, vibing, or just need to laugh until you can’t breathe — press play.

Lyrics:

I just wanted dominance...
But the duck chose violence.

Pulled up fresh in my Walmart drip,
Gold chain fake but the vibe legit.
Saw a duck by the pond, thought it looked weak,
Puffed up my chest, hit a lil' physique.

I flexed, I posed, I hit that lean,
Duck side-eyed me... looked kinda mean.
Thought I won, thought I was clean—
'Til that demon waddled up and crunched my beans.

I was king for a second,
Now I'm singing falsetto.
He hit me with the beak technique—
Bro... he knew jiu-jitsu.

Tried to flex on a duck and got bit in the nuts,
Now I'm crumpled like a snack bag, crying "WHAT."
Feathers in my mouth, dreams in the dirt,
Flapped away clean while I screamed in hurt.

Tried to flex on a duck and got bit in the nuts,
Life hit harder than a garbage truck.
Moral of the story? Ducks don't bluff —
They will end your bloodline if you act tough.

Emergency room, tryin' to explain,
"Yeah doc, it was a duck — no, I’m not insane."
Grandma's laughing, TikTok’s live,
Now I’m a cautionary tale in real time.

CNN called. "Wanna tell your side?"
Said "hell no" — then I ugly cried.
The duck? Oh, he's verified now,
Posted my downfall with a golden crown.

I flexed too hard...
Paid the ultimate price...
Doctor said "At least you still have... one?"

Tried to flex on a duck and got bit in the nuts,
Lost my ego and my future guts.
Feathers in my hair, tears in my soul,
Ducks don't play, bro, that's their code.

Tried to flex on a duck and got bit in the nuts,
Now I’m scared of birds, trucks, and luck.
Lesson learned from a savage quack:
Never square up with a duck — you ain't built like that.

I ain't ever eating Peking Duck again...

Tried to Flex on a Duck and Got Bit in the Nuts

A powerful emotional gut-punch wrapped in an immersive, high-energy sonic trance. Where Time Went is a heartfelt letter to the moments we missed—capturing the pain of watching children grow while life pulls us away. With hypnotic bass, trippy textures, and tear-streaked lyricism, this track is made for late-night reflections and tear-soaked headphones. For anyone who's ever blinked and realized the years ran faster than they could follow. Save it, share it, and let it hit home.

Lyrics:
I found your old drawings in a box by the door
Crayon hearts and dragons sprawled out on the floor
I smiled like I used to, then the silence hit hard
Can’t remember the last time I held every part

You were small, then you weren’t, and I don’t know the day
That the bedtime stories started slipping away
I was there but not always, caught up in the fight
Trying to keep us afloat in the middle of night

And I told myself, “One day, we’ll get all this back”
But life doesn’t offer no second-hand tracks

Where did the time go?
It slipped through my hands
Like sand in the driveway, or footprints in land
I missed the small voices
I missed the soft calls
And now you’re taller than pain ever was

I blinked—and you grew
Now I talk to your door
And wonder what pieces of me you ignore
I swear I was trying
But trying ain’t proof
So I sit with this ache
And hope you know the truth

I still hear your laughter in rooms I don’t stay
And your coats still hang where they used to play
I missed a few birthdays, I missed a few games
I missed the whole version where you learned my name

And I never meant to be a ghost in your skies
Just a man with too many “maybes” and tries

Where did the time go?
It slipped through my hands
Like water from promises nobody planned
I missed your soft mornings
I missed your last tears
Now I measure my love in the sum of the years

I blinked—and you grew
Now you drive past my street
And I wave to a shadow that used to be me
I swear I was fighting
But I never won
Just hope when you look back, you see more than “gone”

If I could go back, I’d drop everything—
I’d sit on the floor, hear every story
Watch every show
Laugh at every joke
And hold you like I should’ve known how

Where did the time go?
It lives in your eyes
In the way that you smile when you’re hiding goodbyes
I hope you remember
Some part of me stayed
Even when distance was all that I gave

I blinked—and you grew
Now I write songs instead
And sing them to moments that live in my head
I swear I still love you
That much is true
If time stole me from you—
Let this bring me back through



Where Time Went

“This Isn’t Silence” rips off the mask of quiet and lets the storm scream. A cinematic fusion of R&B, rock, and orchestral emotion, this track builds from whispered unrest to a trap-metal eruption. Layers of piano, strings, heavy guitar, glitch drums, and raw vocals create a pressure-cooked anthem for every soul pretending they’re ‘okay.’ It’s not about healing—it’s about being heard. If you’ve ever been mistaken for calm when you were barely holding it together, this song is your scream. Hit play—and let it all burn.

Lyrics:

They think I’m quiet...
That I’ve moved on...
But this isn’t peace.
This isn’t calm.

It’s the breath I buried
Under every scream
That wouldn’t leave.

I sit in the dark so they call it control,
But they can’t hear the riot below.
Still on the surface, dead in the eyes,
But my mind is teeth and sirens inside.

I play the part, I pass the test,
But there’s thunder pounding in my chest.
Not broken glass—no crash, no mess—
Just echoes pacing, restless unrest.

No noise outside, but I’m not still—
I’m the scream that forgot how to spill.

CHORUS
This isn’t silence—this is war in a cage.
A riot in rhythm, a ghost full of rage.
They say I’m healing, but they don’t know—
I’m a storm pretending I don’t blow.

This isn’t silence—this is a fuse.
Waiting. Counting. No more excuse.
I don’t want to be calm. I want to be seen.
Even if I burn down everything.

I didn’t forget how to speak—I just knew no one would hear.
So I bottled it all like venom and called it "next year."
Gave them nods, gave them smiles, gave them proof I’m “fine.”
But behind these eyes is a landmine.

I am the weight they won't name,
The fire behind every “okay.”
Still water, still breath, still face—
But I’m screaming in a thousand ways.

Don’t mistake my stillness for peace—
I’m holding hell on a leash.

CHORUS
This isn’t silence—this is war in a cage.
A riot in rhythm, a ghost full of rage.
They say I’m healing, but they don’t know—
I’m a storm pretending I don’t blow.

This isn’t silence—this is a fuse.
Waiting. Counting. No more excuse.
I don’t want to be calm. I want to be seen.
Even if I burn down everything.

BRIDGE
They said “Time heals.”
But time just dressed the wound and walked away.
I never stopped bleeding.
I just learned to stay quiet about it.

DROP
THIS—
ISN’T—
SILENCE.

FINAL CHORUS
This isn’t silence—this is war in a cage.
A riot in rhythm, a ghost full of rage.
They say I’m healing, but they don’t know—
I’m a storm pretending I don’t blow.

This isn’t silence—this is a fuse.
Waiting. Counting. No more excuse.
I don’t want to be calm. I want to be seen.
Even if I burn down everything.

Even if…
I burn down…
Everything.

This Isnt Silence

" KHAYYAM II " OUT NOW 

Music Producer : Tamimi & Dj IMI
Mix & Mastering : Ashrafi
Vocal : Amin Firouzpour
Ney Anban : Mohsen Heydariyeh
Cover Art : Mohadeseh Derakhshan
Label : Nakhl

Tamimi & Dj IMI - Khayyam II [Original Mix]

Still Tryin'

“When My Autumn Comes” is a hauntingly emotional ballad that captures the quiet ache of time passing, love enduring, and memories fading. 
The lyrics have a deeply personal reflection on aging and loss, portraying the inner dialogue of someone moving through the later chapters of life while holding tightly to the memory of a loved one no longer near.

Each verse paints the slow erosion of time, days slipping into years, moments replaying like fading film reels. 
The chorus asks heartbreaking questions about the end: Will I be alone? Will I still feel your presence? As seasons change, the writer clings to fragments of love that once lit the path.

The bridge offers a desperate wish to stop time, while the final chorus brings both acceptance and hope that even when everything else fades, love may still leave its mark within. 
The whispered outro closes the story with quiet surrender and deep devotion: 
“My days are all I have to give… and I gave them all to you.”

This song is for anyone who has loved deeply, lost slowly, and continues walking with ghosts in the autumn of their own life.
Hope you liked it...

When My Autumn Comes

Some nights stick like smoke in your clothes. The streets are wet, the gin’s warm, and somebody’s shadow starts to feel like it belongs there. Astoria is about the moment you know you’re in trouble — not the kind you run from, but the kind you lean into. Late booths, locked doors, and the quiet way somebody can ruin you without even trying. We weren’t Killin’ Time that night — time was killin’ me. Funny thing is, I’d seen that bomber jacket a hundred times before… just never across from me in a booth.

Trouble in Astoria

Choppa switch

Scars on me… yeah… can’t hide this pain

Different styles and flows melodic guitar you name it enjoy

Matt ft Lee-Mood Swing

Pre-save my new album out August 15th called Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
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🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
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🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

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