SKIN CRAWLER (DnB/Jungle)

Blu Berra Lou - Fäntasy (The Yung Man Project Remix)

Certified bangers. Door wie zijn ze gecertified? nou door mij. 

De B van Brecht staat voor Banger

Ayy, Bobbi Fisha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ice cold, wrist froze 
Sub Zero, let’s go

Back on my bully, they shook, I’m a vet
Turn a dub to a milli, got ‘em bookin’ my set
I been steppin’ with a purpose, put my foot on they neck
Now they sweatin’ from my presence , leave ‘em shook like an etch a sketch 
Colder than Pluto, the peso my pupil, I school ‘em like Uno
They playin’ but never maneuver, my shooters’ll move like it's sumo
They flexin' with coupons, I’m thumbin’ through new bonds
Your plug on a Groupon, my wrist need a Yukon
Brrr, ice colder than a frostbite
Said he wanna taste? Show him the line 
Hopped up out the Wraith, like every time ,



Sub Zero – Bobbi Fi$ha ❄️🔥

Cold as ice, but hotter than ever—"Sub Zero" is a frosty flex wrapped in flames. Bobbi Fi$ha delivers unmatched bars, a chilling flow, and an unstoppable attitude that will freeze your mind and melt your soul. Step into the coldest zone and feel the heat rise.

🎧 Cold-hearted, but the drip still burns.

#BobbiFisha #SubZero #ColdTrap #FrostedFlex #Unstoppable

*LYRICS*
Sub Zero, wrist sub-zero
Neck froze, I could ice out the bureau
Drip so lethal, venom in the needle
They be movin' foul, I ain't ever need a free throw

Word to your mother, I never been timid
I walk in the room and they checkin’ the image
I came from the bottom, I handle my bidness
Roll up my sleeves, pick up my britches 
I leveled up twice and ain't touched on my limit

Venus with the rackets, I serve with precision
If I take a shot, then I turn to a villain
I got ‘em addicted, it’s somethin’ like Krillin
The way that I shine, they assume it’s my skrilla 

Move low-key, I don’t dance, I just judo
Talkin’ outta turn? Have ‘em faded like Kudo
No invitation, they watch how I do though
Bite through like koojo 
Jump through a loophole 

Back in my city, they know I’m a problem
Amperes applyin’, I’m colder than klondyke
Leave ‘em in shock like I’m riding the wave length 
Keep it 100,  like fill up a free tank 

All of these digits, my money look binary
Countin’ up racks, it’s a ritual, primary
They tryna block me, I’m smooth, I’m a silencer
Blueprints ahead, got ‘em stuck like a statuary

I hear ‘em cappin’, I’m callin’ a bluff
Say you a player, but playin’ too much
I turn a dub to a hunnid, enough
I drop a hit, now they double it up
Catch a zip 

Every bar is a missile, precision
They tried to press me, I’m locked in position
They want the sauce but ain’t got the commission
Bosses don’t talk, they just double the digits
Like Rochat blocks 

Runnin’ up numbers, my pockets Olympic
You  tryna flex, but your credit suspicious
I cut ‘em off, got no time for the gimmicks
Crown on my head, I ain’t takin’ a limit

Bank on swole, yeah the weight is colossal
Big stepper, every move is galactus
Ain’t no threats, only facts in the gospel
Ice cold, make ‘em freeze, make ‘em wobble

Biggest to do it, don’t question the stature
I keep it real, I ain’t playin’ with actors
They movin’ shady, I see through the patterns
My Money talk different,  like it come from saturn

Sub Zero, I be movin’ like crypto
Too many flows, every verse is a riptide
Drip like a storm, I could flood out a zip code
Ice on my wrist, I could freeze out the hem line 

I do it major, no need for a cosine
Hopped in the game, now they watchin’ the gold mine
Told ‘em I’m next, I don’t wait in line 
Boss up the play, now they wish they had foresight

Sub Zero

Gutters – Bobbi Fi$ha 💥🔪

Straight from the bottom to the top, "Gutters" tells the raw truth of survival, struggle, and power. Bobbi Fi$ha spits unfiltered bars over a dark, hard-hitting beat, showing the grit and grind it takes to rise above it all. No mercy. No filter. Just realness.

🎧 Play it loud. Feel the struggle, feel the rise.

#BobbiFisha #Gutters #DarkTrap #RapRealness #Survival

Gutters

Made this for a school project. I hope you enjoy!
*Mastering by Angel City

Lvna - Easier With You

IMMA GANGSTA | Official Audio Track | A Hilarious, Badass Rap

Not all gangsters roll in blacked-out SUVs—some strut down the street in fresh Nike trainers, dodging responsibilities and living off vibes (and maybe a little cannabis). IMMA GANGSTA is a tongue-in-cheek, no-holds-barred rap sing-along, where heartbreak meets hilarity, and tough love comes with a side of sarcasm. From a mother who packed her bags to a father who packed ''her' bags, this track is a rebellious, ridiculous, and ridiculously catchy ode to survival with swagger.

For legal reasons, I must now tempt you with a link—-This is the part where you click, stream, and question everything ⬇️🎤

https://social.tunecore.com/linkShare?linkid=nyg7w3FAZHhTaXAgCnnJAQ

The Story Behind the Song:

Some people rise from the ashes—others get kicked out first. IMMA GANGSTA was written on a night fueled by caffeine, questionable life choices, and the undeniable truth that sometimes, you just gotta own the chaos. Inspired by real-life struggle, a little bit of exaggeration, and a whole lot of comedic gold, this song is for anyone who’s ever had to laugh to keep from crying. And yes—Nike trainers are part of the uniform.

IMMA GANGSTA

British Born professional recording artist and voiceover talent. I sing, I act, I narrate, I sell things you didn’t know you needed — and I mean every word (and every note). Expect songs that hit the heart, voices that fit the moment, and the occasional rough gem straight from my bedroom vault.

linktr.ee/theyungmanproject

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more beats on youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8Fu-vFwfIQadyGC_oBUA7A?sub_confirmation=1
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

my curated 'unknown gems' spotify playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/40VPi2ynISEIgcqnqoYAq1?si=ff3e9f7011314dd6

open for collabs :)

Welcome to The Fermentation Cycle – a 1940s industrial-noir duology told as a slow-burn audio experience.

Every day I drop a new chapter with its own lofi score running through a crackling 1940s radio: low drums, hiss, distant horns, machinery in the walls. You’re not just reading a book – you’re inside a failing dockside brewery, listening to the pipes, the ledgers, and the rats under the floor.

Book I follows The Violet Boar, a once-powerful brewery in a corrupt coastal city, held together by heat, debt, queer love, and bad decisions. It’s adult, cerebral, immersive: pressure, politics, undercity tunnels, rat “choirs,” and a city that launders violence into paperwork.

Start at the Prologue and move forward a chapter a day, or let the playlist run like a haunted late-night radio station.

🔧 Tone: harsh 1940s noir, queer, anti-capitalist, psychological, slow escalation
🎧 Sound: lofi, tape-hiss, radio crackle, industrial ambience
📚 Project: The Fermentation Cycle Duology – The Violet Boar & Rats

The Fermentation Cycle is an adult industrial-noir duology set in 1940s Brineford, where Dockstring Ward runs on steam, rumor, and the kind of “civic” language that ruins people with clean hands.
At its center squats the Violet Boar Brewery, a once-proud Kiln now being slurred as a Loom, sweating heat and debt into the street like a confession.
Elara Wexley inherits the place and its failures, walking under a city that keeps score even when it pretends it doesn’t.
Every pipe, ledger mark, and shipment becomes leverage in a quiet war between rival breweries, supply yards, and the polite enforcers who call it regulation.
The Ward itself is a chorus — bars, docks, backrooms, and watchers — deciding what the Boar is worth, and what Elara is allowed to be.
Below the surface, the undercity’s layered infrastructure and rat-choir ecology mirror the city’s neglect: history stacked like rot you can’t fully scrub.
The story turns pressure into plot: money, heat, reputation, and intimacy all pushing until something breaks and the break changes the map.
It’s harsh, cinematic, and funny in the dark, obsessed with inheritance, survival, and the cost of naming what’s really happening.

Born in London, UK. Now living in Vancouver Canada. 
Musician, Projection Artist and Editor. Raver Class of '89 - The Warehouse Party Revolution. 
My "height of the night" music influence stems from being part of the now legendary UK warehouse parties and outdoor raves - Sunrise, Energy, World Dance, Biology, Back to the Future and Humanity, along with underground clubs - such as Rage, Astoria and Limelight back in 1989 - 1994. 
For this reason, I always aim to write dance anthems - those tracks that are played at the height of the night that just make you wanna dance.

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