PHONK

Ambient Darkness with no beats that creates a dark and dreary atmosphere for your mind to wander. Please provide some feedback as I intend to add more pieces to make a larger sonic collage. 

Descension

SwampStation - No Hands Remix

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Wocka Flocka - No Hands (feat. Roscoe Dash & Wale) [SwampStation Remix]

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Floating Phonk Demo

they/them

Hook 

全部よこせ足んねぇからGlve me more
白雪 ブロッコリー 虹 チャリ もっと
全部よこせ足んねぇからGive me more
氷にゾウさん 使ってる隠語

全部よこせ足んねぇからgive me more 
客から連絡 開けてくZiploc
全部よこせ足んねぇからgive me more
叩きするやつ心まで貧乏

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

足りてねぇbrain and drugs欲しい大量
17age 出会った ハーブとweed 
SmokingしながらCD配るあの日の夜
からなんにも変わってないlook my STEELO

OSGang Gang 直進行軍All days
真っ直ぐ進んで 絶対誰も止めれません
愚痴ってる暇あるなら存在を証明
する為やれる事やれよdo it 

空パケの数に比例してくskill grow up
わざとずらしはめて超えるお前ら決めるborder
いま33 死ぬまでやり切るよ （やり切るよ）
お前には無理言われたけどただやるよ


𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄2

足りてねぇからGive me Moneyとprops
16yearアングラ変わらん居場所
売る気が無い市場に出さない音
奏で続ける俺は変わり者てか

髪巻く暇あるなら歌詞書き溜めて
見せかけIcy flex虚勢張ってるだけ
媚ばら撒くクソザコ𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿は死ね
こっち死ぬ気play 目障りだ退け

留置中 俺向け 中指立てたお前も
影でバカしたお前どこが低い程度？
音に身を捧げ続ける人生の覚悟が
俺にはあるからただやってるだけの事

eng


Hook

Give me everything, I don't have enough. Give me more.
Snow White, broccoli, rainbow, bicycle, more.
Give me everything, I don't have enough. Give me more.
Elephant on ice, slang.

Give me everything, I don't have enough. Give me more.
Contact from customers, open Ziploc.
Give me everything, I don't have enough. Give me more.
Those who beat me are poor in spirit.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

Not enough brain and drugs, want a lot
At 17, met herbs and weed
Smoking while distributing CDs that night
Nothing has changed since then, look at my STEELO

OSGang Gang marching straight ahead every day
Marching straight ahead, no one can stop us
If you have time to complain, prove your existence
Do what you can to prove your existence

Skill grows in proportion to the number of empty packages
Purposely shifting and surpassing the borders you set
Now 33, I’ll keep going until I die (keep going)
They said it’s impossible for you, but I’ll just do it

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄2

Not enough, so give me money and props
16 years in the underground, unchanged place
Sounds I don't intend to sell, not released to the market
I keep playing, I'm an oddball, right?

If you have time to curl your hair, write lyrics instead
Faking it, icy flex, just putting on a show
You pathetic, worthless scum, go to hell
I'm playing to die, get out of my way

While in custody, you who flipped me off,  
where are you now, you who mocked me in the shadows?  
The resolve to dedicate my life to music  
is what drives me to keep going.

GIVE ME MORE!!!🩸💊 Prod. by goth helma

STEALER

Recorded this 20+ years ago on a Korg MS10 being sequenced by a Sequential Circuits Pro-1, Recorded into a Tascam 644. All filters and sounds performed in real time. Later transferred to Pro Tools 2007.

Dreaming In Analog

Fit check mamma mia quanto $wag
Mix e master @hoodieindahood

$wag

Lyrics 

Nite

I done came a long way 
You been waiting all day 
You think it's all fun and games till it's all put in place 
Lime salt on the rim you need something for the taste 
Black Cross on my chest I need something for this place
In conclusion think we coming to the same 
I wanna right things but I'm running out of page 
Couple nice things now I'm running outta space
Shots shots shots till I'm fucking out of taste
Tear smeared makeup now she running out of face 

And I'm running out of time 
Past looking sketchy but I got designs 

And it throws me off every time
Said it throws me off every time 
She Doing me 
Low low low low low low low 
Keep doing 
Low low low low low low low


New shit coming at the speed of light 
Long way down like a meteorite
Fucking all nite need a Pedialyte 
Dead in your eyes I don't see the signs

But 
I don't wanna know 
I can't let you go 

Valentino 

Long way down it’s a long way up
I know that memories vivid but I hope it stuck

just another piece of mind I stuck in this blunt
could smoke it all away but I been here more than once

I should know for once
I know what she wants
to have me in this position reminiscing all the fronts

ima need an army if I’m covering all the fronts
I’m ready for the smoke but it isn’t want you want

take it if you want
you always end up taking though it isn’t what you

want what happened to the effort that I gave you must’ve pawned it

and if that story’s true then where’s my payout coming from

I don’t fund for fun
haven’t been here lately when your with me

minds been on the run
things to overcome
the jungle where I’m from

believed it when I heard it that the only way is up

malia

her ignorance was lush that’s the type of beauty that you can’t lay with a brush

rewording all these feelings but they ain’t saying too much

they been reaching the celling so I’ll send them up above

could rush into a burning building just to feel a rush we’re building half momentum cause I’m falling from your touch

I don’t know where I left it
but willing to pick it up
we’re half way to the climax baby tell me what’s the rush

long ways down

STRAP IN FOR THE RIDE , INFERNO COMING $OON

PHANTOM

Ecco la traduzione in inglese del tuo testo, mantenendo lo stile originale e il tono da trap/rap:

⸻

I run fast, so sorry if I never hit the brakes
I see darkness in the eyes I never face
Got two phones off
but my thoughts online
And a voice in my head that tells me: go, it’s time

I go in circles, but no real crew
Those who say “I feel you” never knew the real you
I write bars like blades, you don’t feel the sting
But they hit you deep like certain things

My life’s on a beat, you can’t drain my energy
There’s night in my eyes, I don’t wanna leave this scene
She says I’m distant but I don’t really care
You can’t touch my heart, it’s locked inside the stereo there

I make bitches wet, every day’s fashion week
Everything made in my chill
She wants my dindin
But I just popped a pill
We’ll fuck inside your dreams still

Everything made in my chill
Now I trap, I asked for a bad b
Took her straight into my dreams
Now she fell in love, and all she says is yes to me

Mix e master @hoodieindahood

FASHION WEEK

<Tear this World Apart> (decoherence/cut)

Lyrics:

I shut myself away, among traitors and acquaintances
They all want you when you win, then leave when you’re losing
She said she loved me, but it was just a sickness
All these bitches by my side don’t help me grow in the slightest

I see the faces of the damned on these walls
Their souls slipping away across those tiles
Don’t know if I should tell you the truth or just stop trying
With all this hate, I don’t know which way to go

I come out of the darkness, but I’m born of the shadows
What would a bitch even do to hold me down?
You took everything without even asking
I had plans that flew away like ashes in the wind

Don’t know if I’m still me or if there’s something inside
That’s why I seek comfort in these slot machines
The devil talks to me, won’t ever let me quit
We’re all just puppets with invisible strings

I drown in thoughts looking for a way out
I drown in drinks just to forget about my life
Took too many pills, now I gotta fix this mess
She wants me ‘cause she knows I could change her life

Sometimes I talk to myself like I’m someone else
Ask him if he remembers when we used to be at peace
Now I drink just to kill the fire burning within
But alcohol won’t erase what’s broken deep in me

They say I’ve got talent but don’t know the cost
Nights lying on the floor with my breath all torn
Eyes fixed on the ceiling searching for a sign
But all I ever saw above me were old mistakes

My people search for coins in different pockets
But they’re happier than those with only cash
I learned that peace is a fleeting moment
And that love kisses you, then throws you in the trash

She told me I was different, but she was just scared
I gave her my heart, but she only wanted the mask
She kept coming back, so I just fucked her
I don’t do charity, I’ve done more than enough

I shut myself away, among traitors and acquaintances
They used to laugh behind my back, now they act like they’re wise
Empty eyes, cold hands, dreams with no weight
Running through the bubble with violent steps

She says I’ve changed because of how I act
I’ve learned to stay quiet, even with the winners
I speak little, smoke heavy, live between two timelines
Not even my own intentions can save me now

Mix e master @hoodieindahood

vivo tra due tempi

linktr.ee/duncedog

Duncedog is an enigmatic SoundCloud artist and curator known for their eclectic taste and dedication to the platform’s underground music scenes. Operating as a SoundCloud tags archive project, Duncedog’s presence is felt through meticulously curated playlists that showcase a diverse range of genres, including phonk, drum & bass, hip-hop, and experimental electronic music. Their work reflects a deep passion for discovering and promoting lesser-known artists, with playlists like “2024,” “PHONK,” and “DRUM & BASS” serving as love letters to the SoundCloud community—crafted manually with care to highlight tracks from both emerging and established creators.

Beyond curation, Duncedog contributes original music, such as their track RÅÅJGNÅÅSÖBÅÅB (interlude) featured on the 2022 SCUMTAPES Halloween compilation The Many Faces of Filth III: Pantheon of Worldwide Ruin. This interlude showcases their experimental edge, blending raw, gritty sounds with an avant-garde sensibility. Duncedog’s approach emphasizes authenticity and community, fostering connections between artists, listeners, and the platform’s unique subcultures. Active across social platforms like Instagram, YouTube, and Twitter, Duncedog remains a vital force in amplifying the raw, unfiltered spirit of SoundCloud’s creative ecosystem.

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