“You Nasty” is a bold, seductive hip-hop track built on heavy bass, hypnotic rhythms, and an unapologetic flow. With sultry vocals and a hook that sticks, it blends rap swagger with dark, late-night energy. This one’s made for turning heads, dim lights, and speakers all the way up.

You Nasty (Final)

From the weight of systems, the album explodes back into speed. Night City Drift is the anthem of chaos driving through neon streets — a reckless ride through a cyberpunk city where nothing is free but motion itself. The male vocals are gritty, describing the hunger and danger of the city, while the female hook floats mocking above it, pointing out the cost of chasing ghosts. This song represents defiance as movement — refusing to stop, refusing to be caught. Its purpose in the album is adrenaline: to show rebellion not just as resistance, but as raw speed, escape, and survival in the city’s electric veins.

Night City Drift - Cyberpunk Drift Phonk (Original)

Here the album reclaims violence, not as satire but as pride. Hardbass Battalion is a stomping war cry — the unity of friends, chaos, vodka, and rage crashing together as defiance against everything outside. The female vocals are fierce, claiming ownership of the night, while the male chants turn every stomp into a march. Its purpose is solidarity: the battlefield of the dancefloor where no system can reach. In the album story, this track is rebellion made physical, a call for all who rage to stand together and fight through music.

Hardbass Battalion (Original)

The darkest rendering of Monopoly Gods. This version turns the satire into dystopia, where greed becomes religion and markets are prisons. The industrial textures make it feel like a ritual inside a collapsing machine, with the female vocals haunting and the male whispers cold as law. This track is the descent — the place where the listener confronts how deep the cage goes. Its meaning is simple but brutal: money as god, greed as law, freedom sold for profit. In the album arc, it’s the point where rebellion is forced to look the enemy in the face.

Monopoly Gods - Cyberpunk Industrial Darkwave VIP

This is the album’s pivot into satire and fury. Monopoly Gods is a hard dance sermon against the worship of money and the corporations that treat people as cattle. The male chants mock the faceless powers that tighten chains, while the female vocals slice through like defiance rising inside the machine. Its purpose is clear: to turn anger at control into energy on the floor. The story isn’t just about greed — it’s about awakening, realizing the “gods” we bow to are nothing but illusions. On the album, this is the point where rebellion gains direction, a rejection of systems that profit on silence.

Monopoly Gods - Hard Dance (Original)

The remix is not just a rework, it’s a darker mirror of the same message. Where the original is flamboyant and colorful, this version doubles down on raw aggression, stripping away polish to leave behind the bones of defiance. The message remains: no gods, no fear, no cage. But here the anthem becomes more militant, as if the same night has shifted from party to uprising. The remix shows that freedom is not always bright — sometimes it’s jagged, violent, and carved out of chaos.

Rave Stage Anthem (Remix)

This is the spark that lights the album. Rave Stage Anthem is pure chaos and color, a track about taking control of the night and declaring the dancefloor as sacred ground. The male chants strike like orders — a commander tearing open silence — while the female vocals embody the fearless rave queen, radiant, untouchable, and alive in neon light. The story here is about freedom through performance: stepping into the spotlight, throwing fear aside, and living without restraint. It’s a reminder that on the rave stage, every stomp is rebellion, every chorus a scream that no cage can hold us. This track sets the tone for the album — unapologetic, theatrical, and untamed.

Rave Stage Anthem

The closing manifesto. Everything in the album leads to this track, where rebellion turns into declaration: no borders, no chains, no obedience. Male whispers echo lawlessness, while female verses cut through with passion, declaring freedom as both personal and collective. It’s not just defiance, it’s survival — a refusal to ever go back to cages. The Russian chants root it in raw Slavic rage, while the anthemic choruses make it universal. The purpose of this closer is to carve the album’s truth into stone: that rave culture, rebellion, and freedom live only when rules burn and limits vanish.

No Rules / No Limits (Original)

Here, the satire is twisted into something mocking and surreal. The phonk 808s slam beneath vinyl crackle while the female hook taunts listeners: “Dance for the money, crawl for the feed.” This version embodies consumerism’s carnival mask — flashy, plastic, fake fun hiding the nightmare underneath. The male chants drag it back into harsh reality, showing how easily joy gets turned into profit. Its purpose in the album is to reveal how rebellion must also laugh at its enemies — to mock, expose, and tear them down with parody until the system looks ridiculous.

Monopoly Gods - Drift Phonk / Bubblepop VIP

Night City Fever is a cyberpunk phonk descent into the underbelly of the city where flesh and chrome collide ⚙️💀. This track paints the brutality of survival in a world where every stim pack scorches your veins, Trauma Team won’t come to save you, and every deal could end in blood.

The verses spit raw paranoia and swagger — corpo dogs breaking circuits, edgerunners stacking bodies, credits piling while corruption runs deep 💵🔪. Choruses slam like contracts signed in neon:
“Bet your life away, hard-crash your cortex chip. Spin the code and flip it, make the system lose its grip.”

It’s an anthem for the sleepless — data couriers, chrome junkies, edgerunners, and drifters speeding through neon-lit streets at 115 BPM 🚨🌃. Heavy distorted 808s and metallic percussion crush through every bar, while low, chant-driven vocals echo like a corrupted system error.

By the outro, the city itself becomes the villain — circuits twitch, flesh and chrome don’t mix, and silence swallows the streets. This isn’t just phonk; it’s a fever dream of survival in a city with no mercy.

NIGHT CITY FEVER

Based in Boston, Litty McGriddy blends playful alt-pop, alt rock, pop rap, and R&B with tongue-in-cheek lyrics and slick beats. Think Billie Eilish, Sabrina Carpenter, Taylor Swift after three espresso shots and a bad clown makeover.

🔥⚡ Concrete bass 🧱🔊 Endless night 🌃🌑

I’m not here to fit into genres — I’m here to break them. From 🪩 bass house sweat pits to 🌀 psytrance spirals, from 💀 Russian Hardbass war cries to 🌃 cyberpunk drift phonk nights, my sound is chaos in motion.

808s distorted till they bleed 🔊, donk bass stomping through concrete 🥾, neon synths burning like chrome fire ⚙️🔥, and vocals cut short, filthy, and raw 💋. Every track is built like a weapon — something you feel in your chest before your ears.

This isn’t just music for playlists. It’s music for everywhere the bass can shake the walls: 🏚️ abandoned warehouses, 🚧 back-alley raves, 🌌 night drives under neon skies, 🎧 headphones at 4AM when the world feels too heavy. It’s for freaks, queens 👑, rebels, dreamers, loners, lovers, and anyone who refuses to sit quiet. It’s not about fitting in — it’s about feeling alive. Every drop is rebellion, every synth a spark, every kick a heartbeat.

Vodka shots and bass drops 🍸💣, sweat and freedom, chaos and connection — if you feel it, you’re already part of it. And if you’re here, you already know: the walls won’t hold, the night won’t end, and the system won’t win.

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