Thank you to everyone who has come through to help make this promo a reality. Here is the part 2 for the promos.

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https://soundcloud.com/modpotato/nocturne?si=0e3cad4483f140f8865cb2f98cf2ce09&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing |INTRO - 0:53 |
@tatsurosoloist | 0:54 - 2:02 |
@wickedthevamp | 2:03 - 2:48 |
@endlessflp x @totebaggg | 2:49 - 4:31 |
@lethvlz | 4:32 - 6:14 | 
@antikvng | 6:15 - 6:55 |
@zbeats310 | 6:56 - 7:29 |
@prodjaer | 7:30 - 9:13 |
@prodkion | 9:14 - 10:13 |
@prodbypvti | 10:14 - 10:41 |
@prodby7evendagoat | 10:42 - 11:24 |
@vamprvpe | 11:25 - 13:10 |
@sa7vrn | 13:11 - 13:43 |
@blazebook | 13:44 - OUTRO|

($10) BLITZ DRUMKIT VOL. 1 PROMOS PART 2

The rumbling.

Sharted out the beat of all time

Time to break into the mainstream

Free to use noncommercially, because I am a kind person

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Lyrics:

Going to McDonalds,

eating KFC.

Eating chicken sandwich,

Demolishing fries.

Eating them with M****y Mouse,

playing Five Nights at Freddy's.

Sitting on a toilet,

getting ready.

I love playing with my balls.

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I censored a word, because I don't want Disney to sue me.

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Drill Beat Of The Century

uncanny

R&B + new jazz type beat - "recover" (prod. gutti)

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R&B + new jazz type beat - "recover"

yeat + new jazz type beat - "blah" (prod. gutti)

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yeat + new jazz type beat - "blah"

soooo... I'm now 21. happy birthday to me :)

Thank you so much to everyone who made a part. I think this might be one of the best labs ive ever organized. it took 2 months and im really happy how it turned out. thanks for listening

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IRIS (w/ friends) [birthday track]

i feel this may be a little better than the other stuff but who knows

enjoy yall

undead

i try.

Original track - https://soundcloud.com/miyunoid/pesimdeki-golgen

Pesimdeki golgen (flip)

Yeah…
He ain’t rush me — He waited.
One night, He just pulled up slow.
Said, “You ready?”
And I was.

I ain’t stop for Death, he stopped for me,
Rolled up slow on that Houston street.
Told me, “Son, you can finally breathe,”
And we drove off through that heat. 
Chrome wheel spin, world on mute,
No sound left but the 808 loop.
Didn’t feel fear, just somethin’ true —
Death came calm, like déjà vu. 

Windows tinted, city lights blur,
Thought I’d run, but my soul preferred.
Didn’t bring pain, didn’t bring hurt,
Just peace sittin’ deep in a leather seat’s curve.
We rolled past schools where the young still dream,
Passed them corners I used to scheme.
Passed the grain, the gold, the gleam,
Passed the sunset where it kissed the stream.
Left behind time, left work, left grind,
Left my name and my ties behind.
Death didn’t talk, but I read his mind —
Said, “You ain’t losin’ life, just crossin’ time.”

I ain’t stop for Death, he stopped for me,
Rolled up slow on that Houston street.
Told me, “Son, you can finally breathe,”
And we drove off through that heat. 
Chrome wheel spin, world on mute,
No sound left but the 808 loop.
Didn’t feel fear, just somethin’ true —
Death came calm, like déjà vu. 

We rode past pain I thought I buried,
Past that guilt I always carried.
Past that cross, that weight I married,
To a peace I ain’t never dared see.
Saw my youth flash fast — no light, no sound,
Just a house with the roof half in the ground.
He looked straight ahead, didn’t turn around,
Said, “We here now, this the final town.”
And I ain’t fight — just let that go,
Whole life flash in a silver glow.
Then the world fell quiet, the sky hung low,
And I smiled, sayin’, “Guess that’s so.”

No clock, no chain, no breath, no cry,
Just a road through clouds and a fading sky.
He ain’t say why — he ain’t gotta lie,
Just peace in the seat, and I close my eyes. 

I ain’t stop for Death, he stopped for me,
Rolled up slow on that Houston street.
Told me, “Son, you can finally breathe,”
And we drove off through that heat. 
Chrome wheel spin, world on mute,
No sound left but the 808 loop.
Didn’t feel fear, just somethin’ true —
Death came calm, like déjà vu. 

 Noo… feear…
Noo… paain…
Jusss… deeath…
In… thee… laaane…

Last Ride(HD)

Click. Package glides down the drone’s wing.
Blink, the world shifts: prime gods ring.
Conveyor of dreams in a box so tight.
We worship the click in the dead of the night.

I bow to the cart, I click like I pray.
Next-day god in a digital fray.
Boxes stacking fast, ventricles hollow.
Delivery gods laugh while our souls follow.
Cheap cables, LED lights, the screen glows bright.
But behind the algorithm the heart’s in night.
We feed the chain, we praise the feed.
But hunger stays real, what we don’t need.
The drone hums high, the warehouse sighs.
Invisible workers under neon skies.
“Prime” stamped on our wrists like a brand new creed.
We love our chains while somebody bleeds.

We worship the next-day god, on rails of the web.
Empty boxes full of the empty we’ve fed.
Click-culture reigns, instant fix in hand.
Delivery god crowned over the wasteland.

Warehouse towers, robotic swarm.
Endless aisles under fluorescent storms.
“Your order is out for delivery,” the voice so cold.
We swallow the new while the old goes sold.
Packages land in manic doses each day.
But the cost is hidden where the wires stay.
We click, we sit back, we watch the door.
While the world spins silent behind the floor.
Our greed compressed into a tracking code.
We load the cart heavy while the planet erodes.
Instant gratification, the billboard screams.
Yet the harvest is nothing but pixel dreams.

We worship the next-day god, on rails of the web.
Empty boxes full of the empty we’ve fed.
Click-culture reigns, instant fix in hand.
Delivery god crowned over the wasteland.

Late night, the drone lands at my gate.
I unwrap the promise, but inside I wait.
The thrill gone quick, the battery drained.
Package sits cold, the hunger remained.
We adore our chains delivered in flash.
But somewhere a body carries the stash.
The box might be new, the label pristine.
The hands that built it unseen on the screen.
Next-day god propped on a pedestal tall.
We worship the service, ignore the call.
The world spins fast under cardboard flips.
We ride the wave blind, we sip the scripts.

We worship the next-day god, on rails of the web.
Empty boxes full of the empty we’ve fed.
Click-culture reigns, instant fix in hand.
Delivery god crowned over the wasteland.

Click ends. The drone fades into the sky.
Box empty, soul heavy, we still comply.
Next-day god hovers in the neon spread.
We loved our chains while the price bled.

Next-Day Delivery God

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► BPM: 140
► Key: B minor
► Use: Free for non-profit (prod credit required: Prod. Osaka)
► For commercial use, contact me.

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Synth Trap Type Beat – Travis Scott Style | 140 BPM, B Minor, 808 Slides & Melodic Leads

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The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

DO NOT APPROCH ME WITH PROMOTIONS!
https://soundcloud.com/rplayin/roaches-sick-of-scammers
HOPELESS ROMANTIC. STREET-BORN. SOUL-WRITTEN.
I don’t just write songs. I live them.
Every verse bleeds. Every bar breathes. Every line carries truth.
I don’t chase clout. I craft emotion.
My words have weight — they lift, they break, they heal.
This is lyrical fire. This is emotional depth. This is rplayin.
Welcome to my world.
Where rhythm speaks what the heart can’t say.
Where nothing is off-limits — not the pain, not the passion, not the past.
Let the words play.
Let the feelings in.
Search “rplayin” and feel the story.

you can tell that its me if you hear *THAT* ascending piano melody

Bass trap/Trap metal: 2021-
Dariacore/EDM: 2025-

Owner of @srpnt-clctve (disbanded)
Banner by @meyazra
@prodbylars for shitpost

all my drumkits, sample packs, and flps (some) can be found on my payhip.

17 year old prod

make beats or something like that

New tracks tagged #808 Slides