@jkjmetasco

tell tha plug to bring the plugg beats
i gripping my dick and started fappingg
i gripping my tip and im twisting
i grabbing my shaft and im shifting
im grabbing my shift and im shafting...
if it is the of us im not lasting 

i stay wit th .22, i stay wit th .45
i stay with the https://soundcloud.com/weedeater3/gorming , i stay with the goopie
i stay with the goopy, i stay with the slime
i stay with oobleck caus its mine

i stay watchin nick toons, i stay wit the .45
no say "how do you do?", no say "¿como esta (usted)?"
no say "hey u good lo?", no say even "goodbye".
im stuck here with my .45 nd my crying eye
im stuck here with my .45 nd my nick toons
ion een get a "goodbye" or a "how are you?"
i js sell drgs i js sell drgs i js sell drgs 
they dont een ask how my day was, how my day was 

damn that dick cmmng as fast as sonicc
damn that dick cmmng as fast as i want it
damn that dick cmmng nd its so goddaam strong nd
damn that dick cmmng nd its kindaa ironicc

(just listen with ur ears now) 

i gripping my tip and im twisting
i grabbing my shaft and im shifting
im grabbing my shift and im shafting...
if it is the of us im not lasting 

how you take tablets and im still the most twisted? 
get bigger boners ion even need a lap sit
its not a competition but im the fastest
and im racin thru it, like itsTRIAKIS
its not a competition but im the fappest
my hand and fap are two magnets
my dick and hands are like wheel and lugnuts
i see dick i squeal because i love nuts

(just listen with ur ears now again) 

sushi sushi sushi plss
but canni also order gorming? :)
but can also place a ring on it?
sometimes im like; damn... that dick as big as an onyx

damn that dick cmmng as fast as sonicc
damn that dick cmmng as fast as i want it
damn that dick cmmng nd its so goddaam strong nd
damn that dick cmmng nd its kindaa ironicc

maybe not on beta lvl
maybe not on theta lvl
maybe not even on iota lvl
maybe ion even kno da lvl

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twisted and selling drugs (prod. jkj metasco) (2025)

Музыка сама с собой

Днём с огнём

Рыцари, жрецы

Ступени

🕯️ *Between the Lines* – a spoken-word confessional written for someone who changed the way I hear music.

This isn't just a song—it’s a thank you. A tribute to the late-night voice notes, the music swaps, the unspoken connection between two artists vibing across time zones and genre lines. You didn't just hear me—you responded. And in doing so, you helped me remember why I create.

Built from hand drums, oud textures, whispered verses, and honest emotion, this piece blends ambient poetry with Egyptian soul and cinematic atmosphere.

For a friend who saved my life—thank you for making the silence musical.

🎧 Headphones recommended. Listen close.

#BetweenTheLines #SpokenWord #TarabFusion #GhostPoetry #AmbientSoul #EgyptianDreamwave 

Between The Lines

Separación De La Realidad (feat. Humanfobia)

"I Just Wanna Cry" is a raw and emotional ambient track that blends haunting melodies with spoken-word poetry. It dives deep into the inner world of depression, anxiety, and the silent battles many fight every day. With stripped-down vulnerability, it voices what so many feel but are afraid to say: the need to cry, to scream, to be held , without being judged.

Just Let Me Cry

A lo-fi tape-letter that drifts from spoken like confession into a fragile half-sung moment and back again. Close-mic’d female alto sits in a quiet room over a sparse upright piano—no band, no polish—just breath, felt-pedal murmurs, and a message left after hours. Intimate, candle-lit, and unhurried.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Voicemail)

A quiet waltz that glows and fades like a match. Close-mic’d female alto leans behind the beat while a soft upright piano carries the sway—no band, no polish, just a torch-lit confession that lingers in the room. Fragile warmth, late-night hush, and a clean fade to smoke.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (Ash Waltz)

A hushed maze of warm bulbs, steam and hand-painted arrows, voiced as an inward monologue. Dusty breaks and tiny chiptone flickers blur dream and motion—until the two words that end it.

Live for Adventure

Пеплом

Дыханьем любви

Как взломанная википедия

Я ухожу

Я отпускаю белых журавлей

В минуту вечного страданья

Сохраняю душу

Just some sound design and ambient tones set to a voice memo of mine recorded back in 2014.

After Life

For the strong, developing, and lonesome.

Song Story:

The idea of this song came to me when I moved to Coimbra, Portugal.

At this time in my life, I just got out of a divorce with my first wife (only wife so far as I write this),  I was building a completely new lifestyle where I started going to the gym, working really hard on my software, going to music events to perform, and getting my life together and organized, yet still working on my self-esteem issues that with messages from my past and my ex-wife, I thought there was just a never ending hole I couldn't fill.

I realized overtime that self-esteem does improve and grow the more you focus on you, taking care of yourself, truly becoming impressive and strong, not out of ego but a lot of hard work and focus towards your goals while also having patience in becoming the person you wish to be.

I couldn't figure out the whole "relationship and love" thing at the time, so this song is to capture the emotions and feelings of this time where I felt like no matter how much work I did on myself I wasn't sure I was never going to find a love like I'm looking for.

Good news, I did enter a relationship with a very loving woman during the time of writing that song. It ended up not working out for my own reasons but not out of low-self esteem anymore. This girl truly loved me, I just wasn't the right person for me now and was looking for something different.

Now I'm happy with being myself, working on my music, and acknowledging that the person I am will be important no matter where I go, so this is the place for me to focus.

Enjoy the song, and you're not alone :) 

Rest My Soul

Кадильница (И. Бунин)

AI Music Creator. The lyrics are my own, I use AI only to refine. Welcome and Feel free to say "Hello".

E-mail.: zaronoficial@gmail.com

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Listen!, I have alot to say!

I have been transposing music in Black Desert Online for years now, I am taking a break and trying something new!

AI-ASSISTED, multi-genre producer from Australia. I co-write concepts with chatGPT (I use AI mostly sanity check, style guides etc. the motives and core lyrics are my own), guide a Suno pass, then rebuild: swap/overdub parts, arrange, add, remove, mix & master, sound effects etc. 

References run from Level 42 and Mike Oldfield to KLF-era rave, drill, garage to the demoscene, I am not much of a fan of country and that hard core stuff, but everything else I <3

Music as a mirror: stories, satire, ideas, thoughts and feelings, From wit to absurdity, from glitch to groove, every track is an experiment in bending AI into something tangible.

If it makes you happy, then thats all that matters!

Filmmaker, writer, and bedroom musician. 

I like punk music. I like electronic music.

I love to make music & I'm more than happy to prove it.

New tracks tagged #Spoken-word