Beat without acapella on my beatstars @reyyy

Rome Streetz - Non Factor feat Westside Gunnn // but it actually has a beat

Scarface - No Tears // but its actually gangsta

Outer Space

Song I've been working on for a few days, relatively happy with where it came out

Solar Winds

J.Cole sample type beat "ambitionz"

Boom Bap Track from the future- Ambient - 82 BPM

Synthetic Don

A new song, dunno exactly how I feel about it yet

A Dying Miracle

👉 Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/bassvoid/not-done-yet

Bassvoid slows it down to speak from the chest. “Not Done Yet” is a lo-fi, falsetto-laced hip-hop single about choosing ambition over settling. For anyone still chasing their own timing.

Lyrics: 

Yeah…
They say life slows down after twenty-five
But I’m just heatin’ up

They postin' wins
I’m postin' progress

They makin’ moves, settin’ roots, stayin’ steady
I’m in the lab, still restless, never ready
They clockin’ hours, got a mapped-out plan
I’m writin’ visions with this mic in my hand
That’s still my circle, I got love for 'em deep
But I ain’t there yet — dreams won’t let me sleep
They say, “You’ll slow down,” or “It all comes soon”
But I got work to do past this afternoon

I feel the pace but I won’t fold
Pressure’s real but I still hold
They find calm, I find the flame
Tryna build a life that can’t be named

They settlin’ down, I’m settin’ my sights
On goals too wide for the regular life
I got love for the ones who rest easy at night
But I still got hunger, still chasin’ that light
I’m not done yet — don’t count me out
I’m just takin' a route they don’t talk about
While they toast to lives they won’t forget
I raise my glass to what’s not finished yet

They postin’ moments in polished frames
While I dig deep, tryin’ to spark real change
They up early, coffee and playlists
I’m up late, building greatness in stages
They got goals, and I salute that path
But mine goes further than what most have mapped
Yeah, I want love, but not in a cage
I need a partner who grows with the waves

Different clocks, different pace
Don’t mean I’m lost, I’m just chasin’ grace
I know my lane, I know my sound
I’ll settle one day — just not right now

They settlin’ down, I’m settin’ my sights
On goals too wide for the regular life
I got love for the ones who rest easy at night
But I still got hunger, still chasin’ that light
I’m not done yet — I ain’t hit my stride
Got too much heat I ain’t yet applied
While they count blessings, I count what’s next
I’m not fallin’ behind, I’m not done yet

I’m not done yet…
Yeah… not yet

Not Done Yet

Gravity Well

Move War

Fix It

ok google

Clouds of Venus

unsorted recycling

"Good Girl" is the debut album by Sweet Touch, leaders of the Pink Peppermint Kingdom

Buy on Bandcamp

Dwarf Star

inspired by kanye west- i need another artist to finish it,NO PAYMENT CAUSE I ONLY DO THIS FOR FUN AS A HOBBY.

New_Project (2)

bodega cat

Tribute to the ODSTs seen during Halo Reach New Mombasa and subsequent missions.

The Covenant Super Carrier and flagship Long Night of Solace was just destroyed through the sacrifice of one of Reaches strongest spartans, then almost immediately after, 314 more ships jumped into orbit . In this moment a desperate battle for Reach turned in to a delayed but assured execution, and something more existential for humanity. Yet with all this in mind, these ODSTs still jumped in without hesitation, ODSTs are dropped in to establish breach heads or as desperate reinforcement. In this instance, no matter where they went, if it was on reach it was going to be their grave.

lyrics by me
song by suno

[Verse 1]
Drop light red, straps bite bone,
Mag boots kiss a coffin I call home.
SOEIV sings like a shell in a choir of flak,
I count the seconds, count the names we won’t get back.
City below is naught but glass,
Phantoms seed the streets en masse.
Command is a whisper in a storm of screams.
We ride on thunder to where the false stars gleam.

[Pre-Chorus]
We burned a god and called it done,
Raised a cheer for the smoking sun
Then the void tore three hundred more,
Hope is a flare you light in wind.

[Chorus]
Feet first into hell, we fall because no one else can,
Black paint, scorched lungs, rifles caked in dust.
If duty is a blade, then grind us down to wire.
We are the spark that dies and still makes fire.
Feet first, no saints, no songs, no rest,
Just marks on armour over heaving chests.

[Verse 2]
Evac lines choked with bodies pressed,
Children lifted through the smoke-stained mesh.
Pelicans staggered, wings torn raw,
Leaving more behind than they ever saw.
Whole blocks blacked out as the circuits died.
The sky replied with sheets of searing light,
Beams from the heavens making monuments of bone and ash encased in glass.

[Pre-Chorus]
The comms are ghosts,
that only speak in code.
Hope rationed out with a rasping voice.

[Chorus]
Feet first into hell, we fall because no one else can,
Black paint, scorched lungs, rifles caked in dust.
If duty is a blade, then grind us down to wire.
We are the spark that dies and still makes fire.
Feet first, no saints, no songs, no rest,
Just marks on armour over heaving chests.

[Verse 3]
Banshees howled and carved the air,
Wraiths dropped suns no walls could bear.
Hunters split the line with burning cores,
Elites passed judgment through shattered doors.
Each metropole bought with a million souls,
Then lost for a million more.

[Bridge]
I am the first boot through the breach,
The last echo folding off the beach,
The final click that will not fail,
The breath you hold between the shell and hail.
If doors won’t open, make the hinge our bones;
If lines collapse, we’ll be the borrowed stones.
Make it us, make it now, make it clean.
Make the fall mean something in the end.

[Breakdown]
Three hundred shadows - new constellations grow.
Three hundred reasons not to go.
The question dies the moment the latch dethatch.

[Final Chorus]
Hell divers of humanity! we keep diving even as we drown in our own mortality,
Black paint, scorched lungs, rifles caked in dust.
If duty is a blade, then grind us down to wire-
We are the spark that dies and still makes fire.
Feet first, when dawn won’t come, we press,
Forlorn men of a forsaken race.
If hope is spent and Reach is done,
We will be the last undone.

[Outro]
Drop light green, the hatch unseals,
Let the Covenant burn.

Hell Divers of Humanity

I'm just a chill guy who likes to make beats sometimes

A producer, songwriter, and sonic architect, John AI Smith thrives on artistic evolution. Starting as a singular force in music, he has expanded into ten distinct artist identities—each representing a unique soundscape, from melancholic folk to bass-heavy electronic beats.
Rather than conforming to a single style, John AI Smith embraces a genre-fluid approach, crafting music across atmospheric indie-folk, cinematic storytelling, trance, trap, synthwave, and beyond. 

His projects include following artists and their spotify links:

John AI Smith - https://vshrt.in/ITRa
Chill Fader - https://vshrt.in/zCwt
Calisnor - https://vshrt.in/stNU
Isak Evermore - https://vshrt.in/pEJx
Obscyron - https://vshrt.in/cfTh
OrchraX - https://vshrt.in/dJZO
Strengevind - https://vshrt.in/cQej
Vargkald - https://vshrt.in/wrrK
Bassvoid - https://vshrt.in/Nnak
Nordskygge - https://vshrt.in/sShw

With SoundCloud as his creative playground, John AI Smith invites listeners into a boundary-defying musical universe. Whether crafting immersive electronic beats or heartfelt folk melodies, his work remains centered on innovation, emotion, and sonic exploration.

I hope this message finds you we- yeah nah, imma always be completely real, period, and if you don't like my music, then fuck off. I admit, i'm not very appealing or anythin, but I'm not like the other rappers either and mark my words, one day, I will be the greatest rapper in the world.

It’s good for you and it’s fun. Sweet Touch is a dreamy electro-indie-pop duo from Richmond, Virginia consisting of Delilah Truck and Mike Sneed. Developed in the midst of Delilah's battle with breast cancer, Sweet Touch is about celebrating resilience and joy no matter what. Also, we are aliens, there's robots, a dog is our manager, we can time travel, bubbles are magic, and you should bring glitter to our pink peppermint universe.

God Knows What Ent.💡
deep within a bleak and dismal swamp

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