Hoodlaw 3 — the third chapter of the dark luxury trap saga.

A world built on silence, control, and calm dominance.

Every track breathes low authority — cold tone, deep 808 pressure, hypnotic rhythm.
No chaos, no mercy — just presence.

From LAW SUPREME to NO TRACE, this is the sound of power staying still while everything else moves.

Each beat carries the southern bounce heartbeat — distorted sub-bass, crisp hi-hats, minimal plucks, and a voice colder than the steel it speaks through.

A soundtrack for those who lead without noise.

No Smoke

Law Supreme

No Trace

“Brick Pressure” is a cold-blooded hood-trap anthem built on heavy 808s, rolling hi-hats, and that unmistakable Atlanta street energy.
Dark bells. Ruthless cadence. Ice-veined confidence.

This track blends the Gucci Mane swagger, 21 Savage deadpan menace, and a Lil Gotit melodic bounce, delivering pure pressure from the first bar to the last.
It’s gritty, nocturnal, and built for real hustlers who move in silence and win loudly.

Produced, arranged, and crafted under the Madman Music sound—black & gold, high-quality, and unmistakably original.

Turn it up.
Feel the weight.
Welcome to Brick Pressure.

BRICK PRESSURE

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Another winter classic rebuilt with Brooklyn attitude.

G Kutz takes “Carol of the Bells” and runs it straight through the streets with 
sliding 808s, drill bounce, and that cold-weather pressure only the block understands. 
Christmas sleigh bells ring over heavy percussion while G Kutz moves between raw grit and 
uplifting energy, flipping a timeless melody into something built for alleys, rooftops, 
and late-night head-nod zones.

This flip hits sharp: aggressive cadence, fast pockets, and a dark holiday vibe that 
turns the season into a movie scene. Cold air, warm bass — one of those beats that 
cuts through the noise and raises the heartbeat.

For everyone grinding through the winter…  
for the ones who don’t celebrate with perfect trees and decorations…  
for the ones who make their own light in the cold.

Brooklyn made. Puerto Rican soul. Holiday done the G Kutz way.

Drop your thoughts below — run it up. ❄️🔥  
Produced under DJ Roger More / More Records.


Carol of the Bells


Ey…
Sube el BPM que vamo’ a romper la pista…

Yo llego y la vibra se quiebra, mi nombre retumba, la calle celebra,
mueven la boca pero no hacen nada, parecen fantasmas con ropa de guerra.
Tengo el calibre que su mente no mide, el flow que destruye, el hambre que vive,
yo soy el jefe aunque nadie me firme, to’ lo que hago se vuelve imposible.

Cuentan historias que nunca vivieron,
yo hago en un día lo que ellos no hicieron.
Corro en la pista sin freno ni miedo,
ando muy alto, ya no toco el suelo.

Estoy tan arriba que el aire es distinto,
si tiro una barra te dejo extinto.

To’ lo que dicen suena a excusa rota,
yo soy la evidencia, ellos la anécdota.
Quieren mi fórmula pero no hay nota,
mi mente es fábrica, su mente es fotocopia.

No compiten, no llegan, no suben,
hablan fuerte, pero nunca se mueven.
Yo soy trueno, tormenta, nivel nueve,
cuando piso la calle, todo llueve.
Ey,
no compiten, no llegan, no pueden…

Cero descanso, yo siempre afilao’,
como un cuchillo recién sacao’.
Dicen que vienen, pero ni han llegao’,
siempre se pierden cuando me ven parao’.

Mi nombre pesa, mi letra amenaza,
mi aura se siente al entrar en la casa.
Yo tengo el ritmo que quiebra la masa,
y una ambición que jamás se fracasa.

Quemando la pista, dejando otro muerto,
mi flow es delito, por eso lo siento.
Yo no compito, yo parto el evento,
soy terremoto en movimiento.

No compiten, no llegan, no suben,
hablan fuerte, pero nunca se mueven.
Yo soy trueno, tormenta, nivel nueve,
cuando piso la calle, todo llueve.
Ey,
no compiten, no llegan… no pueden.

love u all <3
beatmaker: https://www.instagram.com/slattangelo/

NO COMPITEN

“Deal With It” is for anyone who built from nothing and had people switch up once the results showed. Heavy 808s, punchy drums, and a locked-in hook carry a message that’s simple: if you weren’t there when it was quiet, don’t act like you helped when it’s loud.

This isn’t bitterness. It’s boundaries.
Receipts kept. Focus sharpened. No explanations needed.

Built for gym sessions, late-night drives, and anyone in grind mode who’s done explaining their growth. If the success makes them uncomfortable, they already know the answer.

Turn it up. Lock in. Deal with it.

Lyrics:

Did it solo... no assist, yeah
Made 'em sick... now they pissed, yeah
This ain't luck, it's grit... yeah
You ain't help, now this what you get...
Deal with it.

Kept receipts, kept it quiet, now I’m loud with it
Back then they curved, now they proud with it
New whip, doors up like the sound hit it
Same ones ghosted, now they round in it

All that shade? I remember
Wrote ‘em off... no sender
Now they spin the block in December
Fake smiles, cold like winter

I ain't pressed, I ain't bitter
I just look good in the mirror
Got mine out the dirt, no litter
Now I’m sharp like glass when it splinter

They ain't clap when I built it
Now they mad that I’m different
Tried to block it, I killed it
Now they watchin’... deal with it

You ain’t ride... don’t act like you did
You ain't help... don’t claim that you built
This ain’t yours... don’t reach for the win
You were gone... now I’m hard to miss
Sayin’ I changed?
Yeah... deal with it.
Came up fast?
Yeah... deal with it.
Now you see me?
Yeah... deal with it.
You ain’t real with it...
So deal with it.

New tags still creased on the fit
No cap, I been cold since the split
Don’t dap me now, that’s a skit
You was fake, I don’t trip, I just flip

Ten toes, no switch, no panic
They fold, I stand... organic
Left me out, I ain’t vanish
Came back clean, no damage

No crew, just truth and a journal
Now I glow like the chain go thermal
Don’t play like it’s love, that’s formal
You ain’t call, now I’m global, plural

They ain't clap when I built it
Now they mad that I’m different
Tried to block it, I killed it
Now they watchin’... deal with it

You ain’t ride... don’t act like you did
You ain't help... don’t claim that you built
This ain’t yours... don’t reach for the win
You were gone... now I’m hard to miss
Sayin’ I changed?
Yeah... deal with it.
Came up fast?
Yeah... deal with it.
Now you see me?
Yeah... deal with it.
You ain’t real with it...
So deal with it.

Tried to keep me boxed in
Now I’m movin’ with a locked-in focus
Cut ties... had to drop them locusts
Now I’m flyin’, watch how close they notice
Ooh... now they wanna toast this
But the bottle don’t pour for vultures
Y’all late, and I’m done with closure
I’m the one, I don’t need exposure..

You ain’t ride... don’t act like you did
You ain't help... don’t claim that you built
This ain’t yours... don’t reach for the win
You were gone... now I’m hard to miss
Sayin’ I changed?
Yeah, yeah... deal with it.
Came up fast?
Yeah, yeah... deal with it.
Now you see me?
Yeah, yeah... deal with it.
You ain’t real with it...
So deal with it.

(now I’m loud with it)
(deal with it)
(you ain’t ride…)

New texts, all "proud of you" now  
Same ones who ain't show when I drowned  
Act like they rooted... they clapped for the crowd  
Not for me... just to say they around  

Fake hugs, loud laughs at my back  
Now they post like we close, that's a trap  
Talk love, but I see through the act  
They ain't call, they just circle where I'm at  

Crowd bigger, but the room feel thin  
Hard to trust when the cheer don't grin  
Fame hit... but the silence win  
Too much light... and I still feel dim

Don’t reach... I ain’t givin’ out peace  
Too late... now I’m out of your reach  
You switched... now you stuck on repeat  
I’m gone... that bridge don’t speak  

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Deal With It

Mud N Blood by Sire 1k x S1K
Created by Sire 1k x S1K
Produced by S1K
Written by Sire 1k
Recorded by S1K
Mixed by S1K
Mastered by S1K
All Rights Reserved
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Mud N Blood [Prod S1K]

“Sweet Remedy” is a dark, slow-burn trap record about numb connection, chemistry without promises, and two people using the moment as medicine. No love talk. No future plans. Just heat, bass, and honesty in the quiet hours.

Built on deep 808s and a hypnotic hook, this one’s for after-hours drives, dim rooms, and situations where feelings stay unspoken. Both bruised, both aware, both leaning into the night knowing it won’t last.

This isn’t romance.
It’s relief.

Low lights. Locked-in vibes.

Lyrics:

Ayy
Shawty  know the vibes
Yeah, we locked in

She want that sweet remedy (yeah)
Hit once, now she into me (uh)
Slide late, no empathy (nah)
Beat drop, that’s chemistry 
She want that sweet remedy 
Too lit, no settle, B (nah)
All gas, no pedal ease
She ride, I let it be (let’s go)

New vibe, she tapped in
Red cup, got that splash in
Eyes low, she askin’
“What’s that thing you packin’?”

Lowkey but I’m loud wit’ it
Straight talk, no cloud in it
Broke rules, she proud in it
Both sweat, no towel in it

She bite lip, then dive in
Slow stroke, she vibin’
Lights low, we slidin’
No cap, she ridin’

She move like she got no brakes
All curves, no room for fakes
She drop, I slide, we shake
No love, just what we make

She want that sweet remedy (woo)
Touch gold, that’s ten a piece (bling)
Eyes roll, she feelin’ me
Can’t hide what’s meant to be (nah)
She want that sweet remedy
New script, no memory
Say less, she vent to me
One night, that’s legacy

Roll through, top gone
Moonlight, got socks off
She moan like a pop song
I hit like a drop bomb

Too cold, she call me breeze
Talk slick, no apologies
She beg like “boy, please”
I grin like “you tease”

She move like waves hit
Her hips got cadence
She arch, I praise it
She moan ... contagious

I taste, then sink again
She wild but I stay in
Say my name, no savin’
It’s ours, no tradin’

She said “Boy, I’m numb to love”
I said “Same, that’s why I run”
We both cold, but heatin’ up
No strings ... just feel and touch
She bruised, I’m jaded too
But in that bed, we brand new
Two ghosts in full view
One night, like clear truth

She want that sweet, sweet
No talk, just repeat
Hands up, in deep
No games, just me
She want that sweet remedy (uh)
Whole vibe, no penalty
Stuck in that energy
We done,  eventually

Yeah
She know what it is
One taste, that’s it


Sweet Remedy

Real Music. Real Emotion. Straight from NYC.

I’m Michael Woltmann — producer, songwriter, and the mind behind the MUTEFUSE philosophy. I defined the luxury-rap sound of the late ’90s and early 2000s, and there are maybe a couple 100 people on the planet who can do what I do.

150+ original tracks. Every genre. Every emotion.
Global team of artists. Two degrees. A lifetime of experience.  This is my back catalog of 25 years. 

I don’t chase trends. I chase the feeling.

Press play. Feel something real.

LoveBot Army is a music collective pushing beyond genre and form. From cinematic dream pop to raw hip hop, from glacial ballads to underground tech house. Each album is a new chapter in a shape-shifting sound journey.

Our process is human at its core, emotion first, instinct-led, but we embrace technology as a creative amplifier. With AI-assisted, human-driven production, we craft music that’s both visceral and visionary.

LoveBot Army is more than sound. It’s immersive. It’s collaborative. It’s a multi-sensory world built with digital artists, visual storytellers, and rule-breakers across every medium.

Let the music find you.

💖 Let’s create something unforgettable, together.

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Sire 1k, also known as Damian Grey, is an independent hip-hop artist and producer based in Arizona.  He is recognized for his emotionally charged, self-produced tracks that blend elements of shadow rap and introspective lyricism.  His music often delves into themes of pain, identity, and resilience, creating a raw and immersive listening experience.

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More Records is a New York tech label focused on next-generation music creation. We specialize in technical production, artist development, and immersive audiovisual releases designed for global reach. Innovation, identity, and emotion drive every project we deliver.

Building the future of music, one release at a time.
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