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Clock hits noon, sun’s high in the sky,
Fridge doors hum and microwaves sigh.
Steel shelves fade, I drift away—
To tropic thoughts on a lunch break day.
Black bread’s rough, pork’s paper-thin,
But I feel the groove start deep within.
Not from beats, no beach, no sand—
Just one yellow dream in someone’s hand.

I see it shine, a golden light,
A mustard tube, oh what a sight.
Strong or smooth, I’m not that picky—
Just give me that hit, hot, cold, or sticky.

🎶 Can I borrow your mustard, baby just a bit?
Put some flavor in this faded hit.
No shame, no pride, just need that zing—
To make my sandwich feel like spring. 🎶
🎶 I’m not stealing, I’m just in tune,
Groovin' with your spicy monsoon.
A lunchtime dream, no need to judge—
I’m just a man… who borrows too much. 🎶

I scan the scene with island grace,
Searching every lunchbox face.
No pirate maps, no treasure chest,
But I know where that flavor rests.
There! A tube—wrinkled, gold, divine,
Label faded like cheap boxed wine.
Still I ask, with eyes that plead:
“Spare a squeeze, fulfill my need?”

The gods don’t feast on caviar—
They dine on tang from a squeezy jar.
So laugh if you must, roll your eyes,
But in that mustard, paradise lies.

🎶 Could I borrow your mustard, just a squeeze?
Like tropic rain on sandwich seas.
Return it? Sure. Well… maybe not—
Depends how much your tube has got. 🎶
🎶 I live on hope and mustard grace,
Tastes like heaven in this place.
So give me that tube, don’t make me beg—
I’m just a man… with mustard legs. 🎶

Cold cuts and darker bread,
A beachless soul, lightly fed.
But that tang, that spice, that mellow burn—
Gives my empty lunch its turn.
You dance with lovers on the sand—
I dance with mustard in my hand.

🎶 Lend me your mustard—don’t make me wait,
Let me feel like I taste my fate.
One more dip, one more sin,
Before I punch the clock again. 🎶
🎶 I'm no thief—I’m just a breeze,
Floating on your yellow tease.
So pass the tube, don’t hold a grudge—
I’m just a man… who mustard loves. 🎶

[Outro – Whispered / Spoken Word with Ocean FX]
(“Mustard... the sweat of gods…
One squeeze… and the world softens.
And now… back to fluorescent chains…”) 🏝️

The Mustard Moocher (Tropical House Version)

VILLWHORE & CHANELB4G - SHINIGAMI #cuff

Müteahhitlerin deprem aşerenlere önerisi olan Esenyurt 39 Kat Tat fındıklı (39g), her katında mutluluğa doyacağınız bir ürün olarak karşınızda! Çakal müteahhitler öncülüğünde sevenleriyle buluşan bu eşsiz tat, 39 katın her birinde farklı bir moloz aroması sunarak damaklarda adeta bir şantiye şöleni yaratıyor. Bir kez tadanların bir daha tadamayacağı bu eşsiz lezzet, genç yaşlı demeden herkesin afiyetle tüketeceği, damakta değilse bile mezar taşınızda iz bırakacak türden.

39 Kat Tat

𝕄ü𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕙𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕞 𝕒ş𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕖 ö𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕚 𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝔼𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕪𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝟛𝟡 𝕂𝕒𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕥 𝕗ı𝕟𝕕ı𝕜𝕝ı (𝟛𝟡𝕘), 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕒𝕥ı𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕦𝕝𝕦ğ𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕔𝕒ğı𝕟ı𝕫 𝕓𝕚𝕣 ü𝕣ü𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜 𝕜𝕒𝕣şı𝕟ı𝕫𝕕𝕒! Ç𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕝 𝕞ü𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕙𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕣 ö𝕟𝕔ü𝕝üğü𝕟𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕦ş𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦 𝕖ş𝕤𝕚𝕫 𝕥𝕒𝕥, 𝟛𝟡 𝕜𝕒𝕥ı𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕝ı 𝕓𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕫 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤ı 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕜 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕒 𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕣 ş𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕪𝕖 şö𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕚 𝕪𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥ı𝕪𝕠𝕣. 𝔹𝕚𝕣 𝕜𝕖𝕫 𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕝𝕒𝕣ı𝕟 𝕓𝕚𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕙𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕔𝕒ğı 𝕓𝕦 𝕖ş𝕤𝕚𝕫 𝕝𝕖𝕫𝕫𝕖𝕥, 𝕘𝕖𝕟ç 𝕪𝕒ş𝕝ı 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕪𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥ü𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕖ğ𝕚, 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕥𝕒 𝕕𝕖ğ𝕚𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕫𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕒şı𝕟ı𝕫𝕕𝕒 𝕚𝕫 𝕓ı𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕜 𝕥ü𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟.

39 Kat Tat (Slow + Reverb)

He filled the form in blue and neat,
Declared his love in twelve-point sheet.
Box 5: “Are feelings genuine?”
He answered, “Once. In 2010.”
A passport photo, slightly sad,
Was glued on backwards by his dad.
They asked for proof he’d kissed before —
He sent a screenshot. Nothing more.

A smirkless clerk with trembling jaw
Said: “Section 9? Emotional flaw.”
He sighed, rewrote his dating past —
But autocorrect turned “lust” to “last.”
“Return with joy,” the note had read —
He brought a dog meme in its stead.

Application for Love 
Filed with care and mild caffeine.
Declared I once had butterflies —
They’re gone now. Ate them with some fries.
Application for Love (Form B-13),
I clicked ‘submit’ — it stayed unseen.
They said I failed the hugging test —
My arms were tense. I did my best. 🎵

They asked for tears in ink or pen,
He mailed a note: “I cried back then.”
They sent it back with sticky note:
“Tears must be recent, fresh, and float.”
His neighbor said: “Just fake some joy.”
So he applied with a dancing toy.
The rubber stamp said: “Seems unstable.”
They filed his heart beneath the table.

A pigeon came with Form C-3:
“Do you deserve affinity?”
He checked “Unsure,” then changed his mind —
Then spilled his tea on “Love Declined.”

Application for Love 
They asked for dreams, I sent a meme.
I brought my hope in bubble wrap —
They burst it. Said: “Too much gap.”
Application for Love (Form B-13),
It jammed the state machine.
Now all my mail is marked “Too late” —
They’ve outsourced love to Section 8. 🎵

Final line reads:
“Love is postponed.
Your file is safe.
In storage.
Zone: Unknown.”

Application for Love (Deep House Version)

CULT RADIO 003: 25/5/2025 YNO & ASTROJOKE Mix Set

Two old souls... in a teacup spin,
One says “Start!”... the other says “Begin... again.”
One brings air like mango mist,
The other vanishes — puff — with a twist.
She walks slow... with a barefoot beat,
He adjusts... an imaginary seat.
She says “Try” — like a secret spell,
He shrugs and whispers... “Oh well.”
(tape stop fx)

"Velvet has opinions..."
"Start again... again... again..."

Is it love... or a system glitch? (glitch...)
Do they bounce... or do they twitch? (twitch...)
Smiles like traps... in a candy test —
No one knows... what happens next... (next... next...)

🎶 What do you think? (think… think…)
Are they angels… in disguise,
Or just kettles… full of lies?
Is the soul… a velvet skin,
Or just a rubber mask… we’re dancing in?
🎶 What do you think? (spin… sink…)
Are we gliding… or just stuck?
Is it rhythm… or dumb luck?
Spin that thought — let it blink…
Tell me now… what do you think?

Maybe fate’s a sleepy lizard,
Sitting still with crossword blizzards.
Maybe life’s a moody goat,
Drifting lazy in a velvet coat.
Hands too soft, hearts on mute,
Fate deals silence... in a suit.
One says “Stay” with a plastic spoon,
The other hums an old cartoon.

"He folded the sky like origami."
"Banana logic... infinite zoom..."

Do they care?
Do they fake?
Are we cake…
or just the plate?

🎶 What do you think?
Are we dancers or décor?
Is this floor a metaphor?
Do we blink or play the king?
Dub it out... what do you think?
🎶 What do you think?
Would you swap this groove for peace?
Or keep it rolling… on repeat?
Would you fall or would you wink —
If the beat began... to sink? (sink... sink...)

They don’t talk...
They don’t blink...
One wears moon...
One pours drink.
Time is toast.
Logic's thin.
Still they sway…
With vinyl grin.

🎶 What do you think...?
Are we smooth or just... confused?
Is this real or well-produced?
Do we lead or just parade —
Wrapped in smoke and marmalade?
🎶 What do you think?
Would you still press play again…
If the goat came back… at ten?
Is it art... or just a kink —
Tell me now…
what do you think? (what do you think... what do you think...)

Dubious Affairs

spanglish make no noise saved by the bell kiki boy with the bands ducks irony sky high lock box keep your eyes up always workin back on that wok

this beat is not endorsed by tyler the creator, or katy perry.

call me (if you get lost)

TWICE AS LEGENDARY

I HVTE VNDERTVLE
one day i'll make trve incelcore instead of underslop

striking the disrespectful chud down

"Seraphim" /w @poligontunes out now on soundcloud!
Will be out on every platform soon!

follow me:
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Seraphim /w poligon

Fantazencion Persistia

Fantasenzia

Real Talk

'Prestige Collection' drops on July 8th 2025, on the 10 year anniversary as an independent record label!

As the label owner, I cannot express how thankful I am to the community and to those that engage with FFA releases time after time; your support is always appreciated, and it makes me and my team strive to build you better and stronger releases with each passing release.

10 years is a long time, and it honestly feels like yesterday when I was creating the first releases with Berrix and Invaderz, all those years ago to kick-start FFA onto big things.

There's plenty more music coming your way, and I believe this is the strongest compilation to date on Full Flex Audio. You can pre-save the release here in anticipation for the anniversary date!

Once again, thank you so much for your support, it truly means the world <3

- Martin

https://hypeddit.com/prestigeffa

PRESTIGE COLLECTION

'Prestige Collection' (Mixed by Unisixn)

Production Credits go to Mist3r
This track is not monetized
For any CRC find me at azephyrmusiclabel@gmail.com
Mixing - AZephyr
Lyrics
All this money and all this cash
Don't mean shit if you ain't got class
Don't mean shit if you ain't got class
Don't mean shit if you ain't got class
Still ain't no work if you crash the plane
Going down like the wright way, straight insane
Pop the pills on the lips and my tongue
People love drugs, I guess I took the wrong one

Cupid on the clinic and he wrote me a script
Now my heart rate low, my bankrolls thick
All this Gucci and all this cash
Don't mean shit if you ain't got class

Wanna match me, but your stack too light
So back to the kitchen when you wipe the right way
Broke the fire, we can buy one new
Basket in my eyes and I want the rest

Red coupe, 20 MG's and my head so loose
Ain't enough to cut you loose
You're my skin and I so feel cheap
All these hundreds and I can't even sleep
Feel like a sheik with approval and checks
Still drown fast when the past connects
Coke and white, my life a threat
Love is dead, so I let the reaper collect
Big a** hoe with the pink on my e-rock
Van Gogh
And a hundred dollar bill, blocking out my view, yeah
Tesla in my bitch and I am going mark ten

Cause it's all this ice and all this gold
Don't mean shit if your heart sticks cold
All these M's and all these flex
Don't mean shit if you lost respect
Don't mean shit if you lost respect
Don't mean shit if you lost respect
All this money and all this cash
Don't mean shit if you lost your class
Don't mean shit if you lost your class
Don't mean shit if you lost your class
Gold on my neck and they call it El Dorado
Thrown to the straight and they curse like Manosauro
Pop one now I'm stuck in a lucid dream
Seeing visions of bands and killer jeans

Money has to touch her, my heart's been dead
She wanna love, so I prescribed her to Fred
Showed her the cube, and I got me a script
Take two, and forget that bitch
Rockin' for the martyrs, thinkin'
So I chewed back the bones and died for the sins
Big ass dreams and a gold massage
Fame wrote, ending in blacked out Chevys
Bang, bang, bang, and they all say this
Bang, bang, bang, and you're all just dead
Bask in shit, and you'll all be undecided

Big run, Bill, and you forget your hit
Let him settle up, and they'll let you for dead
Told them watch the tron, and they'll poison his bread
Audemars, take it like the bomb and the rave from the safe
As for Rage, put the poor in a grave
White line on tables, that's a Maryland fade
Play that last, don't let the reaper dictate
Let the reaper dictate, yeah
Syringe in my love, and I got a dopamine dose

Diagnosed bro, so I ovio-dose
Hope you're dope and you trust me, but I lie like yeah you feel it
If I urge you now, just to make you stay
It was all a dream, till the dream got bleak
It was all a dream, till the dream got bleak
Heard it said love's a dream, so I saved that meme
Dollar sign hot and my vein go green
Tell the judge my soap prize too steep
Two twin glocks and a ray like ghost
War outside, pick a side, get smoked
Time you're eating, you stack regrets
Love is a war and my heart is a vest
And my heart is a bulletproof vest

CONCEPT:
All the ice, gold, and fancy cars in the world, but still can’t buy a clue — or a decent love life. Cupid’s apparently got a terrible bedside manner, and the heart’s on a permanent coffee break. This track’s like flexing your shiny watch while tripping over your own drama. Glamour meets chaos, and it’s a whole steez of “Look at me… and also, what the fuck am I doing?

A Dollar Can't Fix That

Schmelzer'd203 (#*e049320fresc'^)

THIS WORLD IS CORRUPT! Kids music for adults 🦸‍♀️ I claim ownership to all anime girls used in my music. Beats, Booking, Contact yungillpilllotso@gmail.com Instagram @ VILLWHORE @ YUNGILLPILLLOTSO ape bunni n I make everything.

PCP Certified Writer | Producer | Composer | GFX Designer
AZephyr reminds me a bit of early Mac Miller and Jay Z, he's not copying anyone, but sharing that vibe of honest, introspective lyricism paired with a smooth but erratic flow. From what we've heard so far it doesn't look as if he's on current trends or the usual flashy themes; instead, he’s focused on building his own sound and telling his own story. This kind of dedication to crafting something authentic at just 18 shows me something real, that we for the most part are losing in hip-hop. If he keeps honing his style and staying true to himself over the next few years I genuinely believe he could carve out a strong place in the game.
J. Carter
Music Writer & Cultural Commentator
The Soundwave Review

You see that cat in the plane on my pfp? Yeah, he is movin and groovin, he is flying that thing and having the time of his life. And do you know whos tunes he listens to while doing that? Thats right, the mighty, and also meaty, compositions that can be found on this very page. Will you also be movin? And furthermore, will you be groovin? Whatever you wish my dear, the choice is yours. *runs away giggling*

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Yes, it’s AI. 
a keyboard smasher, computer junkie, human with bad instincts.

all songs written, performed and produced by King Jay CCCXXXIII

Independent record label, built for underground artists.
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Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

The Chasm is starting to seethe...
https://linktr.ee/irony.wav
contact: ironydubz@gmail.com
random stuff: @ironydlc


The"Irony" project revolves around creating a story with multiple meanings and nuances that the listener has to find on their own. It's set in an imaginary world, The Chasm, which is the exact opposite of the common "loci amoeni" (enchanted lands): being hazy, chaotic and dark, this world will offer a large variety of biomes, each having its own characters, secrets, and meanings.
The listener travels this world hearing atmospheres, textures, and organic bass sounds which bring them into the scene.

released on:
- Half Heart Project
- Broken Vault Records
- Full Flex Audio
- Distcult
- Crowsnest Audio

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