droplets

Prod.Survivos

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Survivos - 6abasheer طباشير

it is overcast
the sun breaks through the clouds
the moment you squint 
i strike you down
the bass blows your speaker

over cast show down

MIXING MUSIC AT DA PICKLEBALL COURTS>>>

WENT FOR A REALLY NOSTALGIC SOUNDING MIX
btw tell me what genre this is idk i think i made sum cool

(Made this in 4 hours. XDD)

i am gonna keep pumping out songs like this. i got more in the works too.

if ya enjoy my chop shop made songs that take 2-4 hours, GIVE ME A FOLLOW

(p.s. my recent work with vocal chops has improved a lot. im proud of ma sawng writin mane.)

Heaven

Supermodels

A two-part sonic ceremony from Bassvoid.
“Ritual Sequence” commands with deep 808s, distorted synths, and determined flow — a dark progressive trap act of precision and control.
“After the Ritual” reflects in the quiet aftermath — downtempo, ambient, and cinematic, echoing the same words through calm introspection.
Together, they form one ritual in two states — action and aftermath.

👉 Promo: 

Lyrics:

No doubt.
No hesitation.
Every step — calculated.

Steel in my chest, silence in my mind.
Focus is my weapon.

I move — with purpose.
I strike — with reason.
I win — with patience.

I walk the frozen path alone,
Every sound becomes my zone.
No chaos, only control —
The rhythm aligns my soul.

No fear, no fall.
Only rise, through it all.

The path is set.
The mission clear.
I am the order — they disappear.


After the Ritual (Downtempo Mix)

Ritual Sequence (Main Mix)

Golden chains swing on the platform of gain
We board the gravy train while the others remain
Smiles too bright, suits pressed fine
But the tracks underneath echo a working-line

I step in velvet shoes on a carpet of coins
Money dripping from ceilings while the labour groans
We toast to the blessing, we call it the climb
Raise our glasses high but we ignore the grind
They built the rails with sweat on their backs unseen
While we sip champagne in the limousine scene
Gravy train moving fast, destination unknown
Luxury reflected in the windows of chrome
But the yard yards away where the engines roar weak
The workers clock out, the profits peak
We count the zeros like prayers in the night
But every market crash hides a human plight
Money’s the blessing they sold as the holy gift
Turns out the chains are heavy, the weights lift

Ride the gravy train, glinting gold in the rain
Smile for the lens while the others feel the pain
Money like blessing, reversed in the frame
Golden train rails built on someone else’s shame

Corporate towers glisten like altars of god
We bow to the ledger, applaud what they prod
We’re kings of the slide-board, masters of flex
But the cost of the ticket’s hidden in specs
We wear the brand-logo like scripture of worth
But the souls that supplied it still walk the Earth
We draft the contracts, they dig the mines
We drink from the goblet while they thirst for the lines
The train’s whistle echoes in the valley of noise
Where the workers huddle, the exploited boys
We ride past stations labelled “sacrifice”, “margins low”
We wave from the windows while the engines go slow
Fake luxury dripping from our wrists and our necks
While the supply chain strains under the lack of respect

Ride the gravy train, glinting gold in the rain
Smile for the lens while the others feel the pain
Money like blessing, reversed in the frame
Golden train rails built on someone else’s shame

Final whistle blow, the train stops at the gate
We step off in tuxedos but we carry the weight
Of hollow applause, empty deals sealed
Of human cost hidden behind the wheels
We pass the velvet rope, cameras flash our names
While factories idle in the shadows of fame
They made the tracks, we bought the ride
Now we market the dream and the others died
The buttery text on the brochure says “success”
But the bill-folded pages hide the process
Golden train runs on rails of misère
We build our crowns but the cost’s unfair
We laugh in the yacht while the landscape bleeds
We feast at the feast while someone else feeds

Ride the gravy train, glinting gold in the rain
Smile for the lens while the others feel the pain
Money like blessing, reversed in the frame
Golden train rails built on someone else’s shame

Velvet steps echo in the hall of gain
We board again, forget the train’s pain
Gravy flowing fast, but the source remains
Golden train moving while the others strain

Gravy Train

Datura is the high priestess who walks the veil. With her swirling trumpet-shaped blooms and intoxicating scent that blooms only after twilight, Datura is a spirit plant wrapped in mysticism, danger, and ancient dreaming.

produced by : $omatik 
instagram : lime.exe_ 
for collabs drop an email @ : limemusicprod@gmail.com

Datura

Track 02

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Cloud Based out 10/20/2025!

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I’m John AI Smith — producer, songwriter, and sonic architect. My music explores what it means to feel in a digital age, where every track is a meeting point between intuition and algorithm.

🎧 The Algorithm of Emotion — that’s my compass, and the heart of everything I make.

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Bringing dark and weird atmospheric sounds to your ears with pleasure, coming from a Metal and Trap background, i try to merge a mix of genres i like, in one track and make a good tasting ,although Not perfect rhythm soup, for everyone to taste! 
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