Maze DK from @crushkollektiv at Golosa last December.
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Maze DK @ Golosa December 2022

Maze DK´s recording, resident from High and Golosa at @about-blank-berlin last May the 21st.

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Maze DK @ poly|motion 21.05.23

Shadow Queen is a dark pop anthem inspired by the bold, unapologetic style of Cloudy June. With haunting synths, raw lyrics, and a driving beat, this track celebrates rebellion, self-empowerment, and owning your truth. Perfect for late-night vibes and those who embrace their inner strength.

Shadow Queen

Simp Sick! is here—times five. This new drop delivers a menacing blend of beats, vocals, and swagger across five distinct iterations that push boundaries in every direction:

    Simp Sick! – The main cut, a club-ready anthem showcasing punchy bars and playful teasing. It keeps the energy high with a slick, head-nodding groove, perfect for a midnight dancefloor takeover.
    
    Simp Sick! (Miami 8 Mix) – Fueled by extreme bass and a sultry, Minnie Mouse–styled vocal, this version cranks up the subwoofers and takes the flirtation to a new level. Prepare for serious sonic rumbles.
    
    Simp Sick! (Electric Danger Carousel) – An EDM-flavored reinvention, complete with high-octane synths and the artist shouting the lyrics for a raw, festival-ready vibe. Equal parts chaos and electrifying fun.
    
    Simp Sick! (Almost Mormon Edit) – The “cleanest” version of the bunch, though still far from saintly. Lyrics get toned down just enough for a near-radio feel, yet the beat remains downright addictive.
    
    Simp Sick! (Toxic Tease Rework) – A moody, ballad-style twist that spotlights the same chorus but with fresh verses, giving the track a seductive slow-burn and a showcase for the artist’s vocal range.

Together, these five cuts of Simp Sick! deliver a multifaceted ride through swagger, sex appeal, and unapologetic power plays—ensuring there’s a style for every listener ready to embrace their inner tease.

Lyrics- 
[Ad-lib (spoken/taunting): “Uh-huh… y’all can’t handle this… Bitch, I’m SimpSick.”]

[Verse 1]
I take the spliff, they always pass to this chick
If I can’t get a hit—then that fool’s simp sick
Stay blowin’ up my phone, crying for a taste
But I’m busy swervin’ niggas, money fast at my pace
He fiendin’ for my love like a junkie for that rock
Droppin’ racks on lavish plates, but I won’t give a fuck
If he talk good game, I might let him get a peek
But the minute he folds, I push him out on the street
Flip the script, I’m the boss, I ain’t ever gon’ chase
He grovel at my feet while I gas in his face
Got that kitty so purrfect, he’s losing his mind
Wanna worship my throne? Then you better wait in line

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
All these men stuck in my grip
You won’t breathe when you see what I’m describin’
Got ’em hypnotized the moment I’m vibin’
Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
Credit cards, dinner tabs, I flip
And I don’t even eat that gourmet shit
But you’ll pay, ’cause you want this clit

[Verse 2]
I’m blowin’ smoke in the drop-top, pedal to the floor
He’s in the passenger seat, head first, beggin’ for more
Tongue tied while I’m ridin’, got me purrin’ like a cat
He’s hopelessly addicted, I’m full, that’s a fact
Don’t mistake it for love, it’s a hustle in motion
I keep his mind swirl’d up, drown him deep in devotion
When I say “Jump,” he leaps—puppet on my string
Shiny nails on the wheel, I run everything
I got hitters and trappers orbiting my glow
They fiend for this face, these hips they wanna know
All across the city, I keep ’em shook, keep ’em pressed
Their pockets get lighter while I’m always lookin’ fresh

[Chorus – Variation]
Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
They trip over me for a lick
Got ’em hitting my mentions, hearts pounding quick
Droolin’ for a bad chick, watch me flick
Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
Never satisfied, I take my pick
One snap of the fingers, they scramble to please
I’m the queen, they disease—on they knees, yes indeed

[Bridge]
[Beat drops low; seductive whisper over minimal drum loop]
They want a piece of me, but I give ’em a glimpse
They praising my walk, my talk, my lips
I break their hearts, watch it all go broke
Then I disappear in a pink puff of smoke

[Beat slams back in]

[Outro]
[Ad-lib: “SimpSick… Bitch, I’m SimpSick…
Uh, yeah… keep beggin’.”]

Simp Sick! (She's a Miami 8 Mix)

Simp Sick! (Electric Danger Carousel)

Simp Sick! is here—times five. This new drop delivers a menacing blend of beats, vocals, and swagger across five distinct iterations that push boundaries in every direction:

    Simp Sick! – The main cut, a club-ready anthem showcasing punchy bars and playful teasing. It keeps the energy high with a slick, head-nodding groove, perfect for a midnight dancefloor takeover.
    
    Simp Sick! (Miami 8 Mix) – Fueled by extreme bass and a sultry, Minnie Mouse–styled vocal, this version cranks up the subwoofers and takes the flirtation to a new level. Prepare for serious sonic rumbles.
    
    Simp Sick! (Electric Danger Carousel) – An EDM-flavored reinvention, complete with high-octane synths and the artist shouting the lyrics for a raw, festival-ready vibe. Equal parts chaos and electrifying fun.
    
    Simp Sick! (Almost Mormon Edit) – The “cleanest” version of the bunch, though still far from saintly. Lyrics get toned down just enough for a near-radio feel, yet the beat remains downright addictive.
    
    Simp Sick! (Toxic Tease Rework) – A moody, ballad-style twist that spotlights the same chorus but with fresh verses, giving the track a seductive slow-burn and a showcase for the artist’s vocal range.

Together, these five cuts of Simp Sick! deliver a multifaceted ride through swagger, sex appeal, and unapologetic power plays—ensuring there’s a style for every listener ready to embrace their inner tease.

Lyrics- 
  [Ad-lib spoken/taunting]:
    “Uh-huh… y’all can’t handle this… Bitch, I’m SimpSick.”

[Verse 1]

I take the spliff, they always pass to this chick
If I can’t get a hit—then that fool’s simp sick
Stay blowin’ up my phone, crying for a taste
But I’m busy swervin’ corners, money fast at my pace
Tossin’ dollars on lavish plates I won’t even touch
He fiendin’ for my love like a fiend for a crutch
If he talk good game, I might let him get a peek
But the minute he folds, I push him out to the street
Flip the script, I’m the boss, I ain’t ever gon’ chase
He grovel at my feet while I laugh in his face
Got that kitty so purrfect, he’s losing his mind
Wanna worship my throne? Then you better wait in line
[Chorus]

Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
All these men stuck in my grip
They can’t breathe when I walk on the scene
Got ’em hypnotized the moment I gleam
Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
Credit cards, dinner tabs, I flip
And I don’t even eat that gourmet shit
But you’ll pay, cause you want this switch
[Verse 2]

I’m blowin’ smoke in the drop-top, pedal to the floor
He’s in the passenger seat, head first, beggin’ for more
Tongue tied while I’m ridin’, got me purrin’ like a cat
He’s hopelessly addicted, I’m cool, that’s a fact
Don’t mistake it for love, it’s a hustle in motion
I keep his mind swirl’d up, drown him deep in devotion
When I say “Jump,” he leaps, it’s a puppet on a string
Shiny nails on the wheel, I control everything
I got the hitters and trappers, they orbit my glow
They can’t help it—this face, these hips they wanna know
All across the city, I keep ‘em shook, keep ‘em pressed
Their pockets get lighter while I’m always lookin’ my best
[Chorus – Variation]

Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
They trip over me for a lick
Got ’em hitting my mentions, hearts pounding quick
Droolin’ for a bad chick, watch me flick
Bitch, I’m SimpSick, Bitch, I’m SimpSick
Never satisfied, I take my pick
One snap of the fingers, they scramble to please
I’m the queen, they disease—on they knees, yes indeed
[Bridge]

[Beat drops low; seductive whisper over minimal drum loop]
They want a piece of me, but I give ‘em a glimpse
They praising my walk, my talk, my lips
I break their hearts, watch it all unravel
Then I move on, that’s part of my savage travel

[Beat slams back in]
[Outro]

   [ Ad-lib:]
    “SimpSick… Bitch, I’m SimpSick…
    Uh, yeah… keep beggin’.”

Simp Sick! (Almost Mormon Edit)

Simp Sick!

Simp Sick! is here—times five. This new drop delivers a menacing blend of beats, vocals, and swagger across five distinct iterations that push boundaries in every direction:

    Simp Sick! – The main cut, a club-ready anthem showcasing punchy bars and playful teasing. It keeps the energy high with a slick, head-nodding groove, perfect for a midnight dancefloor takeover.
    
    Simp Sick! (Miami 8 Mix) – Fueled by extreme bass and a sultry, Minnie Mouse–styled vocal, this version cranks up the subwoofers and takes the flirtation to a new level. Prepare for serious sonic rumbles.
    
    Simp Sick! (Electric Danger Carousel) – An EDM-flavored reinvention, complete with high-octane synths and the artist shouting the lyrics for a raw, festival-ready vibe. Equal parts chaos and electrifying fun.
    
    Simp Sick! (Almost Mormon Edit) – The “cleanest” version of the bunch, though still far from saintly. Lyrics get toned down just enough for a near-radio feel, yet the beat remains downright addictive.
    
    Simp Sick! (Toxic Tease Rework) – Rosa Sparx steps in with a moody, ballad-style twist that spotlights the same chorus but with fresh verses, giving the track a seductive slow-burn and a showcase for the artist’s vocal range.

Together, these five cuts of Simp Sick! deliver a multifaceted ride through swagger, sex appeal, and unapologetic power plays—ensuring there’s a style for every listener ready to embrace their inner tease.

Lyrics- 
[Verse]
Fall in line
Tippin on highways
No exit signs
What your mother tell you
Don't be shy
I got enough for all your minds
Said we can bide our time
And
Hey
Every guy
Know that I'm the girl they need
Top of mind
All I had to do was breathe
When we vibe
Y'all are penitentiary
Be not deceived
Look at what I'm breathin' tonight

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm SimpSick
Bitch I'm SimpSick (ahhh)
All these men stuck in my grip
You won't breathe when you see what I'm describin'
Hypnotized the moment I vibin
Yea
Bitch Ig SimpSick (Ahhh)
[Verse 2]
Count the crimes
Suicide genocide homicide
Never felt this limited
And
Hey
Come with me
I'll be your divinity
Play with me
Let me be your shining star
Grant all of your wishes
With a kiss inside your car
Live our dreams with your head up my loved one
All roads must return to my heart scope

[Chorus]
SimpSick
Bitch I'm SimpSick (ahhh)
All you men stuck in my grip
You won't breathe when you see what I'm describin'
Got em hypnotized the moment I vibin'
Bitch I'm SimpSick (ahhh)

[Verse 3]
Fall in line
Open the gates and
I caught your eyes
No need to pussyfoot around
This time
You'll be the one makes up your mind

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm SimpSick
Bitch I'm SimpSick
All these men just beggin' for me
Look at their faces
Their growth is just psychotic
About get wasted
When they're comin' down off it
Cuz bitch I'm
SimpSick
SimpSick

Simp Sick (Rosa Sparx Toxic Tease)

A love letter? Nah—Apology to His Exes is a whole wake-up call. Blending rap, neo-soul, and blues over a hypnotic 140 BPM groove, this track is for every woman who thought she was “different” until she saw the pattern. Love-bombed, ghosted, and gaslit—but now, fully electrified. No regrets, just receipts. ✨🔥

Apology To His Exes

Took the L, flipped it, and made it a lesson. Should’ve Known is a hypnotic neo-soul/rap anthem dripping in bluesy swagger and hard-earned wisdom. Haunting vocals, razor-sharp bars, and a beat that hits like a truth bomb—this one’s for every woman who dodged a bullet and came out glowing. No regrets, just racks. 💸🔥

Should’ve Known

🕷️🔥📚 I AM THE LESSON // Bobbi Fi$ha
Not a warning. Not a metaphor. I Am the Lesson is Bobbi Fi$ha in full command — raw, wrathful, and revered. She ain’t preaching, she is the scripture. A dark trap mantra wrapped in latex wisdom and venom-tipped truth.

This track is for the ones who become what they were warned about. Seductive, cerebral, and ruthless — a masterclass in power, pain, and rebirth.

🩸Themes: karmic reckoning, divine femininity, femme fatalism, left-hand path wisdom, trap witchcraft, self-deification

You don’t learn me. You survive me.
Play it loud. Let it sting. Let it crown you. 🕯️👑💋

Im The Lesson

An intoxicating blend of deep house and electro-pop, where sultry beats meet unapologetic empowerment. With poetic lines like “Good girl born to sin” and “I need my silver and gold,” SPIKY delivers a seductive anthem of duality — where desire, ambition, and femininity collide.

HAPPY HOUR

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.

Unfiltered Queer experience.
Berlin Queer party curated by @mashyno 
Next Dates:
😛 Sat. 04. Oct. 25 Golosa Salivæ @ Void Hall / Berlin
😛 Sat. 29. Nov. 25 Golosa Salivæ @ Void Hall / Berlin

Spiky is a natural born visionary, and with her powerful voice, infectious production, and unapologetic lyrics, she’s stamping her mark, with the work ethic to prove it. The upstate NY born artist has been making waves with her unique sound and captivating stage presence, with a vibe that houses a fusion of pop, world, edm, R&B, and hip-hop, with a dash of soul and funk. Her lyrics are raw, honest, and often bold, tackling topics such as self-empowerment, love, heartbreak, and identity. Her voice is powerful and emotive, capable of conveying the full range of human emotions.
With her consistent flow of releases, SPIKY quickly gained a following among music fans and industry insiders alike. Her catalog includes a variety of songs that hold catchy melodies and high energy anthems that have more than enough steam to quickly climb the charts. Her subsequent releases have solidified her status as a fast rising star, with each song & visual showcasing her growth and versatility as an artist.
SPIKY’s success isn’t just about her music. She’s also a trailblazer in the music game using her platform to promote body positivity, self-love, as well as social justice. Her unapologetic attitude and unwavering commitment to her values have earned her a loyal following and widespread critical acclaim.

KANTIBUS is an American producer/songwriter who has been creating songs since 1990.

It is a portmanteau of his first initial and last name. 

KANTIBUS started creating what would eventually become known as Drill or Trap Music, demonstrating expertise in both genres. 

As such, he is a pioneer of the "violent real life criminal" styles that exist still in the underground today. 

Disclaimer - A real demon 

Bobbi Fi$ha – The Etheric Seductress of Dark Trap 🔥👑🌌

Drifting between dimensions, Bobbi Fi$ha is more than a rapper—she’s an invocation. A seductress of sound, a mistress of mystique, she bends bars like light around a black hole. Her music is cryptic yet commanding, precise yet otherworldly, a celestial fusion of dark trap, ethereal seduction, and razor-sharp lyricism.

Devout to the game, Bobbi moves through space and psyche, embedding messages like inceptions, invoking the power of goddesses and rebels alike. Each verse is a ritual, each track a portal—step in and let the frequencies possess you.

🚀 No rules. No limits. Just prophecy in motion. 🔮✨ #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #EtherealSeduction #LyricalGoddess #Spacebound #GameDevout

Step into the void. The signal is live. 🎛️⚡👁️ #RowdySects #BobbiFi$ha #DarkElectronic #PsychedelicNoise #PostElectronic #GlitchTrap #OtherworldlySound

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