G.T.F.O.’
Tuscan 97’ Type Beat
Prod By. KNO❌
Knox: The. Beatmaker
K.T.B. Studios
Copyright 2024
2013

GTFO’ {Tuscan 97’ Type Beat}

GTFO’ {Tuscan 97’  Type Beat} Prod By. KNO❌

Pain, a song i made out of the pain and grief of losing family and friends to death/betrayal. The song's artwork is a true representation of all those emotions put into one! If you have have lost someone, i'm here for you and this song is for you!

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Pain [Prod. By @gTbeats]

ADORE HER

Originally a part of another song I was working on that evolved into a separate piece. Unlike my usual improvisation-based approach of writing guitar solos, this time I approached the soloing in a way more conscious manner.

Produced on Tascam 424 MKIII tape machine.
The final Tascam mix is mastered in DAW before upload.

Abu Dhabi
7/01/2025

Slow Dancing But The Room Is Already Burned To Ashes

Grand Prize: Anthoknee Battaglia: vocals, mixing. Twan J.: engineering, production, sampler. Featuring samples from The Long Night - Who Can I Turn To

Beyond You

I made this when I felt the world shifting under my feet.
Emotional. Neon. Plugged in.
This one’s for the late-night thinkers.

Put It Away (feat. Dyami Jackson)

Lyrics:
(Wash nine Wash miles)
(Wash up on the riverbank)
(Hinges)

It washed up on the riverbank last night
A frail bodied, weean donny
Back scared on the shoulder blades
He couldn't speak a word of our tongue
So we took him in, gave him clothes
He hid whenever he saw the sun

The town called him a devil
A beast born in the words
They said he killed the first borns
With the famine a decade back
He used to have wings
And answered only to Samael

He seemed only nine years old
His face cracked like an abby arch
The fog cast a concrete spell
I new kind of transparent saint, he sat
With the face of a messianic, martyred star

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

But then he stood up, skin half dripping off
His frail body broke the rope
And dropped down from the bonfire
He crawled from the sun, the villagers fled
Half way through the woods
We found him with stubs on his back

He looked to the sky,
He aged a thousand years

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

His face contorted, he screamed out in pain
The nubs grew, the blood spewed
He raised in the air, the nubs grew feathers
His feet left the floor and he burst into ashes

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

ANTI MERIDIAN

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REVELATION

SirZeets is rewriting the underground wave with emotion-packed vocals, synth-heavy beats, and a sound that fuses hyperpop, pluggnb, and melodic trap into something completely his own. Inspired by artists like Juice WRLD, Nine Vicious, Lil Yachty, iayze, Drake, and Playboi Carti, Zeets floats between vulnerability and flexing, heartbreak and hype. Whether he’s going “Put it on God” or snapping off like “Pound Cake,” every track feels like a moment.

Welcome to the soulful world of SirZeets, where poetic lyricism meets enchanting melodies. With a distinctive voice and raw storytelling, Zeets invites listeners on a sonic journey that hits deep. From introspective ballads to energetic anthems, his music captures the highs and lows of the human experience.

🎧 Genres you’ll hear:
sad trap • emo rap • melodic plug • emotional hyperpop • cloud rap • hyperpop

👋 Hey, I’m SirZeets — Audio Engineer, Producer, and Artist. I grew up in Atlanta and now live in Sarasota, FL, working hard on crafting the cleanest, hardest, and most emotionally real tracks for my fans.

Tap in — this is just the beginning.

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