“Fairly F’d Up Parents” started as a dark joke — a twisted remix of a cartoon theme we all know. But as I kept writing, it turned into something heavier. It’s about growing up in chaos, trying to laugh through pain, and using fantasy as a way to survive what no kid should have to.

Timmy isn’t just a character — he’s every kid who got ignored, medicated, yelled at, or just never really heard. Wanda and Cosmo became metaphors for bad coping mechanisms. Vicky turned into something darker. And the “parents”? Well… they were never really there to begin with.

It’s pop-trap, it’s melodic, it’s dirty — but underneath all the punchlines and wild imagery, it’s about feeling broken in a world that expects you to smile.

If you ever felt like your childhood was a fever dream of bullshit, this one’s for you.


Fairly Fked Up Parents

[Intro]
[Sparse 808s & faint strings build to snare hit]
Yeah—king move, silver screen groove… let’s go.

[Verse 1]
Step off the jet, red carpet velvet under feet,
City of angels bow down when the crown meets the beat.
Penthouse visions — skyline drip — liquid concrete,
Money conversations whisper secrets in retreat.
Silk tie, sharp mind—deal signed in neon smoke,
Every contract I invoke — turn dreams into bespoke.
Hollywood nights fuel the heights — no joke,
Script flipped, I direct the life I wrote.

[Pre-Chorus]
She ain’t like no other,
Body so smooth like a tower,
Moving her body all over,
My eyes glued on her every hour.

[Chorus]
In the golden empire, we ignite the flame,
Diamonds on the beat, paparazzi know my name.
From the shadows to the stage, we rewrite the game,
Living legend status — never play it tame.

[Verse 2]
Backstage hustle — limelight muscle — I navigate the scene,
Chess moves in designer shoes — I live between the dream.
Scripted lines in my mind — but I improvise the scheme,
Camera flash — make ’em gasp — redefine extreme.
Studio cathedral — pray to the rhythm and rhyme,
Bars sharper than a dagger — cut through space and time.
Encore coming—feel the drumline climb,
My story in the skyline — written line by line.

[Bridge]
[Half‑time, whispered vocals & sub‑bass]
Echoes in the hall — footsteps down the marble floor,
Legacy in motion — they’re screaming out for more.
Neon prophets chant — we’re breaking every door,
Hollywood baptized — empire evermore.

[Chorus (Repeat)]
In the golden empire, we ignite the flame,
Diamonds on the beat, paparazzi know my name.
From the shadows to the stage, we rewrite the game,
Living legend status — never play it tame.

[Outro]
[Strings swell, 808s fade, distant vocal ad‑libs “empire… empire…”]
King moves eternal — welcome to my empire.

Golden Empire - GoolZan

a guitar beat made with dark angels theme in mind

it's a fusion of contradicting genres, i created this one in a rather short time

quite a throwaway track

fallen angel (throwaway beat)

[Hook]
Oooh, we still breathin’ slow,
She curled in my chest like a whisper glow.
No more words, just limbs and breath,
Tattooed hands on silken flesh.
Lights low, time stopped its show,
Movin’ in the hush of the afterglow.

[Verse 1]
Mmm, scent of her skin in the sheets,
Moonlight dancin’ through the blinds, no sleep.
She ride that high, now she meltin' low,
Pulse in sync with the bass down below.

Whispers linger like smoke in the air,
Nails trace maps where we lost all care.
She said, “Hold me like time don’t move,”
I said, “Baby, tonight we groove.”

[Pre-Chorus]
(Slow... still... don’t blink...)
She movin’ like a dream in sync.
Eyes closed, but she read my soul,
Touchin’ places I don’t even show.

[Hook – Repeat]
Oooh, we still breathin’ slow,
She curled in my chest like a whisper glow.
No more words, just limbs and breath,
Tattooed hands on silken flesh.
Lights low, time stopped its show,
Movin’ in the hush of the afterglow.

[Verse 2]
Bedsheets twisted, hearts unwrapped,
Lips brushin’ soft where the fire last snapped.
She smilin’ quiet, sayin’ “You did that,”
I’m just laughin’ low, layin’ on my back.

Sweat glows like summer rain,
No regrets, no guilt, no shame.
She hums the hook to my name in rhyme,
We just vibin’, froze in time.

[Bridge]
Fade out… no rush…
We built this beat in hush.
After the rhythm, after the fire,
We floatin’ off that sweet desire.

[Final Hook]
Oooh, we still breathin’ slow,
She curled in my chest like a whisper glow.
No more words, just limbs and breath,
Tattooed hands on silken flesh.
Lights low, time stopped its show,
Movin’ in the hush of the afterglow.

[Outro]
(She said… don’t move yet…)
(This moment… too perfect…)
(Just… stay… with me…)
…Afterglow.

Afterglow - GoolZan

[Pre-lude]
"Ooooh NaNaNA....
Ooooh MyMY...."

[Intro]
Ayy, we touchin’ stars, feel the vibe right now {FLAMES}
Lights down low, but we turnt up loud {LOUDER}
Move so smooth, feelin’ every crowd {EVERYBODY}
Night's ours, baby, ain't no holdin' out {FULL CHARGE}

[Verse 1: Backup choir echo]
Steppin’ in the spot, man, we ridin’ clean {ICEY}
Got the drip so cold, but the vibe’s pristine {FRESH}
She lookin’ like a queen, got me on the scene {ALL EYES}
Chasin’ that heat, like we in a dream {HOT HOT}

Came from the grind, now we livin’ large {ELEVATED}
Got the passion, can’t fake, it's in charge {DRIVEN}
Now we movin' through the city, ain't no mirage {CLEAR}
Money rainin’, yeah, we raisin' the bar {BIG TIME}

[Pre-Chorus: Layered Harmonies]
Ayy, we move through the night, no fear in sight {FEARLESS}
Feelin’ every moment, keepin’ it tight {NO LOOSE ENDS}

[Chorus]
Flex right now, ain't no turnin' around {nah}
Feel the bass, we up, no comin’ down {nah}
Night’s in our hands, got the fire on the ground {GROUND}
We shinin' bright, ain’t no slowin' down {nah nah}

[Instrumental Break: 15-second beat drop]
[Instruments][hard-hitting 808s pls trap snares layered with melodic synths]
...
...
...

[Verse 2]
Whisperin' in my ear, talkin’ slick and sweet {GAME ON}
She got that fire, man, she turn up the heat {FLAME}
Movin’ to the rhythm, can’t feel defeat {nah}
We livin' for the night, stayin’ on repeat {HIGHER}

Champagne poppin’, see the bubbles rise {BUBBLES}
Vibe so high, feel like I’m touchin' skies {REACHIN'}
Party till dawn, no compromise {never}
She got me locked, no disguise {LOCKED IN}

[Pre-Chorus: Layered Harmonies]
Ayy, we move through the night, no fear in sight {FEARLESS}
Feelin’ every moment, keepin’ it tight {NO LOOSE ENDS}

[Chorus]
Flex right now, ain't no turnin' around {nah}
Feel the bass, we up, no comin’ down {nah}
Night’s in our hands, got the fire on the ground {GROUND}
We shinin' bright, ain’t no slowin' down {nah nah}

[Bridge]
Got my crew ridin' deep, no space for the weak {NO WEAK}
Feel the pulse of the city, at its peak {HITTIN' HIGH}
Every step we take, feel the beat speak {VIBES}
We hold the night, baby, it's ours to keep {OURS}

[Instrumental Break: 15-second smooth drop with vocal hums, atmospheric synths]
...
...
...

[Pre-Chorus: Autotune ON]
Ayy, we move through the night, no fear in sight {FEARLESS}
Feelin’ every moment, keepin’ it tight {NO LOOSE ENDS}

[Outro]
Ayy, we risin' up, we don't miss {NEVER}
Came from nothin', now we rich {RICH}
She’s locked in, can't resist {LOCKED}
Catch the vibe, yeah, we exist {REAL}

[End]

Night Vibes (Sexy Drill) - GoolZan

[Hook]
Ooooh, late text on the glass,
She said "don’t rush," just make it last.
She got that look I can’t outmatch,
Dress half-off, throwin’ it back.
Slow grind, tongue-tied, heat flash—
She want that soft pressure, no crash.

[Verse 1]
Mmm, scent of her skin still loud,
Movin’ like silk in a nighttime cloud.
She ride the beat like she wrote the line,
Told me “whisper low,” now she mine on time.

Champagne fizz, mood on gold,
She wrapped in sweat, neck on hold.
Told her “we don’t need to rush this bliss,”
She said, “boy hush, just give me this.”

[Pre-Chorus]
(Close in...)
No clocks, no phones, no sin.
One hand low, one grip in.
She said “take lead,” then grin.
Said “this your song, let’s begin.”

[Hook – Repeat]
Ooooh, late text on the glass,
She said "don’t rush," just make it last.
She got that look I can’t outmatch,
Dress half-off, throwin’ it back.
Slow grind, tongue-tied, heat flash—
She want that soft pressure, no crash.

[Verse 2]
She don’t talk when the lights go blue,
She dance like a secret only I knew.
Hands on waist, breath in sync,
Lost count of time, no need to think.

Said “you different,” I said “prove me wrong,”
Then she moaned the bridge of my song.
Every pulse, every sway, locked deep—
That kind of love you don’t lose in sleep.

[Bridge]
Fade slow... dim switch...
Movin’ in a whisper pitch.
Slide through the echo glitch...
She the calm, I’m the twitch.

[Final Hook]
Ooooh, late text on the glass,
She said "don’t rush," just make it last.
She got that look I can’t outmatch,
Dress half-off, throwin’ it back.
Slow grind, tongue-tied, heat flash—
She want that soft pressure, no crash.

[Outro]
(She know what she doin’...)
(Soft... deeper... hush...)
(We ride... no rush...)

Soft Pressure - GoolZan

dancetrack by me @nyneott. all by me. album june 14th.

breakofdawn_ by @nyneott

R&B Trap Fusion 

(Verse 1)
She pull up in lace, no shame in the ride
Eyes like poison, tongue got pride
She don’t talk sweet, she talk that filth
Make your whole night melt like silk

Hands on thighs, tattoos crawl
Says my name, got me ready to fall
Bends like art, moans like sin
You ain’t seen nothin’ till she pulls you in

(Hook)
Ivy nights, no lights, just skin
No rules here, just lust and grin
Grip that bed, let the games begin
She don’t fake nothin’ – she was born to win

(Verse 2)
Whispers low, got her nails in my chest
Scratchin’ like she tryna steal my breath
No safe word, no slow pace
Just full contact in a tight space

She rides like war, talks like flame
Says, "don’t fall in love, just play the game"
One look back, and I'm gone again
She own the dark, where the saints won't hang

(Hook)
Ivy nights, no lights, just skin
No rules here, just lust and grin
Grip that bed, let the games begin
She don’t fake nothin’ – she was born to win

(Outro)
No lullabies, no morning kiss
Just red marks and a taste of bliss
Madison Ivy, raw like this
Queen of the night – too real to miss

Ivys Night

an unusual trap beat in 6/8 and 3/4 at different times, which is very rare as the genre was defined in 4/4 glitchy grooves

threatened

lil melodiez - toonami prod dblvsn

🕯🔛/ 🛑⁂©All Rights Reserved 06-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek 
***

TITLE: FLICKER SWITCH LOVE
_________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:

Verse 1)
He walks in with a spark in his stride
Got that grin that lights up the night
A whisper low sends shivers down my spine
Then he drops a line that kills the vibe in no time

(Chorus)
Turn me on like a switch in the dark
Then you pull the plug and extinguish the spark
You’re a firework that fizzles halfway through
Boy you light it up and then you undo

(Verse 2)
His laugh is gold it’s a melody sweet
But his words trip over like clumsy feet
Sparks fly high but then they fall like rain
It’s a rollercoaster driving me insane

(Chorus)
Turn me on like a switch in the dark
Then you pull the plug and extinguish the spark
You’re a firework that fizzles halfway through
Boy you light it up and then you undo

(Bridge)
You're a puzzle with a missing piece
A song that ends before the release
You start the fire then let it freeze
Leaving me hanging in a cold breeze

(Chorus)
Turn me on like a switch in the dark
Then you pull the plug and extinguish the spark
You’re a firework that fizzles halfway through
Boy you light it up and then you undo
Flicker Switch Love
Choose This Version
(Verse 3)
You light the fire then you let it die
You spark a smile then wave goodbye
You’re the storm and the calm all in one
You start the race then decide you’re done

(Chorus)
Flicker switch love oh what’s your game
On and off you drive me insane

Turn Me On Just To Turn Me Off

Flicker Switch Love

Part of Bass Boosted 808 Mix at youtu.be/NXQ-PO0Jgv0?si=QS4XTu6pRocwuPG0

Escapist Nights

🔥 Court just changed the rules—every three-pointer costs you.
Strategy is king now—logic rewrites the game in this high-IQ trap anthem.

What happens when basketball meets first principles? “LOGIC BEFORE BUCKETS” flips the script on lazy threes and stat-padding, delivering a trap-fusion anthem built for locker rooms, arenas, and highlight reels. This is more than a song—it’s a basketball manifesto, where math meets swagger, and every line hits like a post-game press conference.

Powered by a tense C♯ minor beat layered with sub-bass, rimshots, crowd echoes, and whistle FX, the flow is boastful, strategic, East Coast-leaning, and dripping with fire-tested confidence. Think Kyrie meets Kendrick, Popovich meets Pop Smoke—only sharper. The hook? Unforgettable:

“You hit that three, then you owe that two…”

Perfect for hoop heads, logic lovers, and rap fans tired of gimmicks. Play it before the game. Play it after the win. Play it when you’re rewriting your own rules.

LOGIC BEFORE BUCKETS

Long Way from Clean is a cold confession wrapped in g-funk sprinkled with a little bit of trap production influence.

Motion, pressure, and the price that comes with it. Let's lay it all out

Track 2 of 2

Tired of Motion

🎶🔥_-_-_-_-_  _-_-_-_⁂©All Rights Reserved
 07-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
***

TITLE: PRESUME
________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Easy to presume when the lights are low
Shadows on the wall make a real good show
But the truth’s in the corner
Sipping something slow

(Prechorus)
You hand them gold
They call it stone
A world of facts but they’re alone

(Chorus)
They don’t believe it
No they won’t
Even if it’s real
They say it don’t
You can shout
You can prove
But they’ll stay in their groove
They don’t believe it
No they won’t

(Verse 2)
The truth’s got no glamour
No velvet touch
It whispers in the crowd
Doesn’t shout too much
But the lie’s on a billboard
Lighting up the dusk

(Verse 3)
A Whisper turns into a scream
Facts drown in the current of the stream
You show the light
They shut their eyes
What's real is lost in tangled lies

(Bridge)
Facts can scream but silence sings
What’s the weight of real on broken wings
They’ll fly with fiction
Oh how it stings

(Chorus)
They don’t believe it
No they won’t
Even if it’s real
They say it don’t
You can shout
You can prove
But they’ll stay in their groove
They don’t believe it
No they won’t

ARTIST's Note: Extra lyrics cut from the original writing.
(Outro)You don't care, so I starve your arrogant bloat & gloat..Sacrifice the feigned G.O.A.T. head moat.

Can't Believe--Even If It's Real

Presume

BYEBYE 
Prod. Kyokozen
All rights reserved.

blends reggaeton, trap, and electronic sounds at 100 BPM. It’s futuristic, dark, and energetic — made for moving, thinking, or just getting lost in the music.

byebye <3

Nostalgiacide was born somewhere between a CRT flicker and a system error.

Not in a hospital — in a busted living room TV playing reruns at 2 a.m., the sound warped, the colors bleeding. Some say the project started as a corrupted mp3 buried deep in a LimeWire folder called “misc shit 2007.” Others think it was the result of a cursed firmware update on a Speak & Spell. Either way, it came out glitching, humming, and fully aware that nostalgia isn’t always comforting — sometimes it lies.

The name says it all. Nostalgiacide isn’t about celebrating the past — it’s about dismantling it, reprogramming it, and seeing what’s left after the filters burn off. It’s music built from memory fragments, VHS static, half-remembered theme songs, dial-up screeches, and the weird feeling you get when something almost feels familiar but doesn’t quite fit.

The sound lives in the space between genres: part glitchcore, part trap, part vapor-damaged synthwave, with a little cyberpunk soul and a lot of late-night energy. It’s weird. It’s moody. It’s chaotic in the way your thoughts get when you're half-asleep scrolling through old Tumblr posts and broken SoundCloud links.

Nostalgiacide isn’t trying to blow up. It’s not trying to be nostalgic for nostalgia’s sake. It’s about what happens when you dig into the stuff you used to love, realize it never loved you back, and turn that into something that still hits.

No gimmicks. No brand deals. Just distorted memories turned into sound.

This is what it sounds like when the past starts to rot — and someone makes a beat out of it.

if you hear something you like.. hmu.. w00!!
##CBB4L## ….. ig: @nyneott / email: 00nynemusic@gmail.com

I produce music to bring love and joy to the world. I aspire to enhance your emotions through the power of words and music.

Love,
G.Z

Experimental and genre fusing, We release CC0 Music and Royalty Free music from collaborating producers. 
See more and full mix videos at  https://youtube.com/@royaltyfreebay?si=-AKO1nmvmQ6kD0hY

Immersive soundscapes that blend trap, hip-hop, electronic, and experimental genres. Fuses cultural commentary with unforgettable rhythm.

mBaileyz

My experimental canvas

All music here are composed, produced, arranged, conducted and performed entirely by myself

PEEP THE MESSAGE

War Dawg Records is an independent music collective and experimental label blending raw human lyricism, street-born artistry, and cutting-edge production. We’re building a digital battalion of artists — from virtual groups & personas to living, breathing musicians — each pushing sound, identity, and expression to the edge.

Hear it on SoundCloud FIRST. Always.

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All works produced by War Dawg Records utilize AI tools, creative software, and strategic consulting.

Final ownership and direction remain exclusively with War Dawg Records.

🔊 What We Are:

War Dawg is a record label for the post-digital era.

we build ecosystems, launch brands, and architect personas with lasting impact.

This is about expanding talent and reach.

Every track. Every artist. Every drop.

we’re setting the blueprint.

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New tracks tagged #Trap fusion