Built off the energy of Drake’s “Free Smoke,” reimagined with weird, playful synths and a bouncy trap groove.

FREE SMOKE

Supernova & the Fall

Scars & Your Marks

Belgian Snow NITRO

november

instrumental composed by Movii. 
mixed & engineered by nyttiime.

synthetic joy (prod.Movii)

Unreleased 2023 tune for y’all! 
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Never cared anyway

Never Cared Anyway

172 bpm

a retro digital loop, trapped between analog warmth and glitch energy

"no return" - Retro Digital Trap Beat - Alternative Trap Type Beat

nyan cat

nighthour- pockets full prod nighthour

Skrillex no me demandes
Skriiillex

Estoy de vuelta yeah
Estoy de vuelta yeah

Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
La abandone y la deje en donde la encontré
Esa hoe no me conviene  (no me conviene esa hoe)
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
La abandone en donde, la encontré
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)

Tu siempre fuiste mi meta
Te tenía encima de un pedestal
Te quite de ahí y la neta
Mi vida mejoro desde entonces
Desde entonces
Desde entonces
Yeah yeah

Y no me ves así entonces porque insistes en estar conmigo
No te estoy oyendo mejor vete con el otro niño
Cuando este en la cima no me voy a acordar de ti
Cuando este en la cima no me voy a acordar de ti

No me quieres déjate de cosa' entonces
No me quieres entonces porque insistes en llamar
Yo por ti llore lo que ya tuve que llorar
Ah
Solo piensa' en mi money
Solo piensa' en mi money
Solo piensa' en mi money
Solo piensa' en money no me amaste de verdad 
Quítate de mi vista no te volveré a tratar, no

Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
La abandone y la deje en donde la encontré
Esa hoe no me conviene  (no me conviene esa hoe)
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)
La abandone en donde, la encontré
Esa hoe no me conviene (no me conviene esa hoe)

no me conviene

DYWM

This one came from the part of me that keeps smiling while doing math that does not add up. The part that knows how to pretend I am steady even when the ground feels rented by the hour. I wrote this with the same energy I use to make impossible decisions look normal. There is a strange courage in that, the quiet kind that grows in people nobody checks on.

The words circle around the pressure we carry without ever calling it by its name. The cost of existing. The way you can be strong, tired, angry and hopeful at the same time. The truth is simple: ordinary people hold this country up, and the country avoids eye contact.


Another day, another deficit.
Fine. Let’s dance through it.

Rent takes the paycheck before my hand even warms it.
Boss says “be grateful,” strange sermon from someone unsworn to hunger.
Fridge light glows on nothing, a spotlight for an empty script.
I say “we’re fine” in the tone you use when you don’t believe it.

Gas gauge hits E with a knowing little smirk.
Bank app loads slow, like even it’s tired of the math.
Bills arrive early; hope arrives late.
If this is a game, someone changed the rules mid match.

Hold your breath.
This is the place where denial used to help.
Not today.

Punch in, punch out, does the world even flinch?
Clock spins heavy, loaded like a wheel we never win.
Capital shuffle, patience in the red,
Trading tomorrow for groceries on credit.

Punch in, punch out, burnout keeps the beat.
Dancing through layoffs like it’s sacred routine.
Call it a system; I call it a threat.
Still buying hope with groceries on credit.
On credit, on credit.

Kids skip the doctor, healing’s a luxury tier now.
Breakfast becomes a game, creative cooking challenge,
hiding the truth behind my best Sunday morning voice.
Some lies are mercies; some mercies are cruel.

Meanwhile they’re mining asteroids
while I’m mining couch cushions for quarters.
One car repair away from choosing heat or food.
One sick day from the edge, tell me again how this is normal.

Dental is optional, vision is debatable,
pain is something you budget for.
I’ve earned a degree in making do.
Strange how the country leans on us,
but never leans near us.

Quiet doesn’t mean safe.
Quiet means tired.
Quiet means adapting.
They call it resilience;
I call it captivity with better lighting.

Sirens sing harmony with overdue notices.
City lights flicker like nerves about to snap.
Work till you break, that’s the hymn they hum at the top.

But I’ve broken before
and rebuilt with spite and borrowed screws,
stitched myself together from scraps they wrote off.
Stronger, cheaper, harder to erase.
Their entire margin fears that.

Punch in, punch out, does the world even flinch?
Clock spins heavy, loaded like a wheel we never win.
Capital shuffle, patience in the red,
Trading tomorrow for groceries on credit.

Punch in, punch out, burnout keeps the beat.
Dancing through layoffs like it’s sacred routine.
Call it a system; I call it a threat.
Still buying hope with groceries on credit.
On credit.
On credit.
On—

Call it the economy.
I call it theft with paperwork.

Groceries On Credit

sltted

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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.


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From Mississippi, I started music in April of 2025(UNSIGNED) Tryna make as much music as possible while I have the opportunity. I write and produce my music.

⭒-French-chilena Beatmker/singer-࣪ ִֶָ☾.
“La musique exprime ce qui ne peut être dit avec des mots.”
— Victor Hugo

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building something meaningful in the grand scheme. 


but surface level im jus havin fun! 🏄‍♂️


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Ghent's nocturnal pulse - Belgian/Dutch dark-pop meets alt/trap ❌

Timeless art, endless pain, welcome to the journey, I’m here with you… it’s okay… you’re not alone <3

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aspiring videogame composer
ゲーム音楽作曲家志望

Artist and producer from Baton Rouge & New Orleans. I record, mix, and produce everything you hear here. Collabs and outside beats fully credited. I rap and sing.

@coryaon on socials
I make most of my beats❤️
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Make Sure You Join The Religion #SS2017

LIFE CAN BE WHATEVER YOU MAKE IT

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New tracks tagged #ALT TRAP