🎮✨ "XP Confusion: Level 1" is the ultimate gamer’s journey into chaos, awkwardness, and hilarity. Featuring tracks about clueless vibes, cringe-worthy moments, and gaming mishaps, this album is a comedic take on the struggles of navigating life, both online and off. From "Pro Dreams" to "Clueless Vibes," it’s a relatable soundtrack for every gamer who’s ever been stuck in a pixelated mess. Level up your laughs and dive into the madness! 💾🕹️😂

Crankin' 90s Anthem

Ultimate Simp Vibes

IPad Kid Anthem

This track sits right in the pocket between hip-hop and R&B, blending smooth, melodic hooks with sharp, rhythmic verses. The production carries that modern trap-influenced bounce, but with soulful harmonies laced into the chorus, giving it a polished yet playful feel.

It leans into a satirical, storytelling vibe, almost like a social commentary wrapped in a beat that makes you nod your head.

Viral Vibes

An anthem for every teacher hanging on by a coffee-stained thread. 'Fuck Dem Kids' blends neo-soul grooves with hip-hop wit, serving up the raw, unfiltered truth about the classroom struggle. From sticky-fingered chaos to cold coffee heartbreak, this track’s a funky ode to educators everywhere who’ve silently mouthed ‘WTF’ behind their masks. Play it loud, sip that lukewarm coffee, and let the gospel choir of fed-up teachers set you free. ✊📚

F*ck Dem Kids: An Ode To Stressed Out Teachers

MONOPATTINO (#FREEBOSSETTI) [Parodia BATTITO]

Scode Beats - So Mean
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Scode Beats - So Mean

saiam, vadias, só curto pirocão (Big Rush)

A no-pants, half-sober rap-rock riot with stoner-funk trap energy and a soul full of duct tape and bad decisions. Distorted guitars, halftime drops, gang shouts, and absurd bars collide at 145 BPM in a track that makes chaos an art form.

Equal parts trashy and triumphant, this one’s for the fried-brain philosophers, the gas station prophets, and anyone who's ever used a Slim Jim as a key or smoked theology from a torn-up Bible page.

It’s a mess. A glorious, duct-taped mess. Come get weird.

Duct Tape on My Bong

Flex en Faal
Een track voor mensen die struikelen met zelfvertrouwen.
Of je nu op je bek gaat of een mooiboy-moment hebt — deze beat vangt je op (meestal).

Met een mix van glitchy stotters, rare flexen en genoeg “oy oy” om een festival te starten op je balkon.
Niet gemaakt om perfect te zijn. Wel om op te bewegen, lachen en net iets te hard mee te schreeuwen.

Toitoitoi. Flex en faal. Volgende ronde — wie gaat er kaal? 😏

v—v—v— LYRICS —v—v—v

Vijftien keer gevallen, zestien keer gestaan 
Ze zeiden “doe normaal”, maar ik deed een handstand in de tram 
Geen plan, geen cent, maar wel een vibe 
Flex en faal — dat is gewoon m’n type

Oy oy, flex en faal
Oy oy, flex en faal
Oy oy, flex en faal

Kop vol herrie, hartslag techno 
Zeg “je bent gestoord” — bro, da’s m’n echo 
Drie bier diep, vijf shots mis 
Ik sms m’n ex en spell haar naam nog verkeerd ook — shhh
Betaalde m’n huur met Monopoly cash 
Stond in m’n boxer bij de Albert Heijn, splash 
M’n leven een mop? Misschien een grap 
Maar ik lach wel het hardst met m’n hoofd in een klap

M’n flow is gebroken, m’n stijl onbegrepen 
Toch willen ze m’n naam scanderen bij het WK-feesten 
Flex of faal, het is allebei raak 
Dus pak die mic en geef ‘m een kaakslag

Oy oy, ik ben die mooiboy, boy 
Flex of faal, ik kom sowieso mooi 
Oy oy, mensen willen chille 
Toitoitoi, kom maar op met die pille

Oy oy, flex en faal 
Toitoitoi, dans allemaal 
Fouten zijn m’n battle cry 
We gaan neer, maar vallen blij
Oy oy, flex en faal 
Ik crash op de beat, sta weer straal 
Maak van domme moves een anthem 
Dus val met me mee, no shame in het systeem

TikTok vol trauma’s in slow-mo 
Hersens offline, maar m’n wifi gaat loco 
In de gang? Nee bro, ik zit in de war 
Loop tegen de muur, geef de muur de schuld – klaar
M’n moeder zegt “stop ermee, kind wat doe je?” 
Maar ik maak kunst van chaos, hoor je die tune ja? 
Van kraken naar stages, van flat naar flair 
Falen is een feest als je niet meer leert

Oy oy, ik ben die mooiboy, boy 
Flex of faal, ik kom sowieso mooi 
Oy oy, flex en faal 
Volgende ronde, wie gaat er kaal?

Oy oy, flex en faal! 
Toitoitoi, flex en faal!
Oy, oy, oy, oy 
Volgende ronde, wie gaat er kaal!

Oy oy, flex en faal 
Toitoitoi, dans allemaal 
Fout of fame, dit is m’n verhaal 
We vallen neer en feesten allemaal!

Soldraki - Flex en Faal

Ich seh aus wie ein penner

Suppe Kochen

Forget the flowers and brunch! Russell Nomer drops "Mother’s Day Delight," a hard-hitting rap tribute with a seriously sarcastic and darkly humorous twist. Riding a fast-paced, punchy beat with heavy bass, this track is an unconventional thank you to Mom for, well... putting up with everything, including the controversial choice mentioned in the hook!

It's a defiant anthem for the "living hot messes" and the legendary moms who raised them through the chaos. If your relationship with Mom appreciates edgy humor over sentimentality, this one's for you.

Mother’s Day Delight

[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the forehead of the century! Step back, I’m about to drop a forehead bomb on ya. Helmets recommended!

[Verse 1]

You got a brain so big your skull got jealous.
When you walk through doorways, it says, “Mind the trestles.”

Forehead’s so wide it’s hosting its own zip code.
I need a map and a compass just to hit the motherlode.

The mirror calls you “General,” commands your reflection.
Every time you nod, it’s a seismic erection.

Hairline’s on sabbatical, sent a postcard from Fiji.
Your dome’s street legal, it’s a billboard, believe me.

Your forehead’s so vast, it’s got its own gravitational pull.
When you think, the whole world shakes, it’s interstellar cool.

[Pre-Chorus]

I see that shine when the sun hits your front yard.
NASA’s planning a probe; they heard it’s extra hard.

A ten-acre field for the thoughts to roam.
Wish I had that space to call my own.

[Chorus]

Big brow boogie, shake that dome (Oh yeah!).
Forehead’s a mansion, gotta call it home (Call it home!).
All that real estate, every inch a throne (Bow down!).
Big brow boogie, don’t ever roam (Stay right there!).

[Verse 2]

You press your shades on, try to block the glare,
But your forehead’s a solar panel, blinding everywhere.

When you think about it, the world’s too small.
You got more headroom than the Martian Mall.

People line up like tourists just to catch a glance
At the five-alarm forehead that’s got its own dance.

You could rent that space for billboard ads.
“Big Brow Brewing,” sold out, plus “Forehead Fad Diets” mags.

Your forehead’s a wonder, a sight to behold.
It’s got its own weather, partly cloudy, partly bold.

[Pre-Chorus]

Nah, you ain’t vain; you’re just well supplied
With acreage up front where the ideas collide.

I’d get jealous if I weren’t so amused.
Man, you’re carrying continents just to spread the news.

[Chorus]

Big brow boogie, shake that dome (Oh yeah!).
Forehead’s a mansion, gotta call it home (Call it home!).
All that real estate, every inch a throne (Bow down!).
Big brow boogie, don’t ever roam (Stay right there!).

[Bridge]

When the lightning strikes, it hits you first.
Your forehead’s a stage, it quakes and it bursts.

You don’t need a spotlight, you ARE the blaze.
The sky itself bows down in a daze.

When the forehead moves, mountains tremble, and oceans part.
It’s a natural wonder, a true work of art.

Wanna hide? Nah, you’d need a bunker deep.
Your forehead’s a fortress; it never sleeps.

So lean in close, feel the ground quake.
When your brow does the boogie, the whole earth shakes.

[Chorus x2 (call and response style)]

Big brow boogie, shake that dome (You shake it!).
Forehead’s a mansion, gotta call it home (My home!).
All that real estate, every inch a throne (All mine!).
Big brow boogie, don’t ever roam (I won’t!).

[Outro]

Forehead’s so epic it writes its own songs.
Keep that brow high, you can’t go wrong.

Big brow boogie, feel the bass roam.
That forehead’s your kingdom, welcome home.

And by the way, it’s got its own social media account
With millions of followers, trending now, no doubt!

Big Brow Boogie

A punchy, satirical anthem that calls out the worst parts of human behavior with sharp wit and even sharper bars. Stop Sucking blends clever rhymes, rhythmic flow, and comedic timing to create a rap roast of modern society. 

Stop Sucking

RAP used to stand for Rhythm And Poetry.
Now it’s lookin' more like Rhythm And Pathetic.

This track’s a full-blown piss take but let’s be honest, it ain’t that far off reality.
It kicks off with a soft-boi sob fest having a wah sob and mumbling about heartbreak over a beat like it's therapy time with hi hats lol
Then it flips into a lyrical assault on the entire trend.
Autotuned pain, sniffled verses, and weak one-week love songs pretending to be deep?
Fuck that.

What you’re hearing here was written by a real human and sounds more human than half the mumble rappers out there that actually are.
The irony? It was delivered with AI.
Because even the tech’s got more soul than these sooky cunts.

Lyrics by Magoozla > rhythm and truth over rhythm and tears.
Vocals and production powered by Suno.

Mumble Mumble Wah Wah Sooky Sook

I'm just a songwriter, standing in front of a computer, asking it to sing my heart out. Welcome to my world where I weave words into lyrics and let AI bring them to life.

Digital hustler, lyrical architect, and the voice of the breach.
Poet of the poor. Voice of the unheard.
I write every lyric from the gut then weaponise Suno and Rip X Daw to deliver it harder than half the rap game ever could.
This ain’t industry fluff. It’s rhythm and poetry dragged through mud, sharpened with truth, and spat back at the system.
Tracks are built in the storm, not the studio.
Every drop’s a protest. Every rhyme’s a brick through the window.
Listen close or get out the fuckin’way.

Visit my website at RussellNomer.com or reach out to me via https://linkedin.com/in/russellnomer

Coletivo mais quente do underground, contando com apenas 2 membros até o presente momento (5leepyl00k & Sw4n3)

"I create music purely for fun and to entertain you. While I used to make my own beats, I got burned out because many of the ones I paid for started to frustrate me—they all sounded the same. So now, I’m using AI to playfully poke fun at the repetitive nature of mumble rap, while also transforming the lyrics I write into unique songs

By day I'm an EGD, creating spaces and signs that move people to action. By night I write and jam with all things AI.

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.

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

Se hai un QI troppo alto non puoi ascoltarmi

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