Name: Drop It by Trapgh0st in 12.3 Khz Compilation
Duration: 2 min 10 s
Description: Minimal but deadly, built on pounding 808s and ghostly chops.

12.3 Khz Compilation

Battleworld takes its pulse from Marvel’s fractured multiverse, a realm where worlds collide, merge, and fight for survival. Earth-616 channels this chaos into dark minimal techno: metallic rhythms, echoing kicks, and hypnotic grooves that feel like stepping into a cosmic arena, where every beat is a battle and every drop a decisive strike.

Battleworld

Magellanic Cloud

Hala

Battleworld takes its pulse from Marvel’s fractured multiverse, a realm where worlds collide, merge, and fight for survival. Earth-616 channels this chaos into dark minimal techno: metallic rhythms, echoing kicks, and hypnotic grooves that feel like stepping into a cosmic arena, where every beat is a battle and every drop a decisive strike.



Earth-61112

Space For Me

The Get Down

Futuristic guitar solos shimmer over retro cyber beats. Like riding a motorcycle through electric clouds.

Midnight_Express

Tokyo by Night

Melodic EDM, Deep Voices, and Kawaii 808s bounce with glitchy edges and bamboo flutes. A sonic scramble crossing.

Shibuya

A continuation of Violet, blooming into resilience. From grief to hope, the city’s noise fades, leaving only the heartbeat of renewal.

Evergarden

Ancient Moroccan folklore, layered on cyberpunk trap. Spirits rise through sub-bass, myth becomes weapon.

The King of Jinns

A fragile connection through telepathy. The nurse, meant to rescue, becomes the bridge to another chapter

Contact – The Nurse

Zero Two Seven is DA-PHONK’s encrypted odyssey. A cyber-myth where vocoded voices confess across collapsing timelines. Heavy bass collides with glitching arpeggios as cosmic echoes unravel between alien empires and forgotten codes. A track that turns raw phonk energy into a paradox of silence, neon, and fate.

Lyrics :

Verse 1

There… beneath my Beskar skin,
Lives a lucid future within.
Zero two seven carved in steel,
Across my chest, a code surreal.

A formula sung by Traveler Gods,
Passed to the Klingon angels, flawed.
Unearthed by demons dressed as men,
Mix of magic, xenotech again.

Chorus

Here comes that hyper-eternal time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I tried to hide?

Verse 2

I know I’m no Mandalorian kind,
Not Romulan blood, nor Vulcan mind.
But I have fought the Empire’s end,
And twice I watched the world descend.

No phone-box spinning through the void,
I never touched inhuman artifact.
It hung between Kronos and Naboo,
Bio-forged from Thanagar, Sakaar too.

Chorus

Here comes that meta-celestial time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I can’t deny?

Final Verse

At last I crossed the orbit of silence,
Where comets bleed equations of alliance.
No throne, no relic, no blade to claim,
Only the paradox that wears my name.

Stars collapse in binary rhyme,
Time rewinds yet skips through time.
The secret isn’t empire, war or crown,
I was the algorithm breaking down.

Zero Two Seven

A warning disguised as a beat, eerie pads with sub bass knocking like someone at the door.

Dr0pit

Don’t Open

Minimal but deadly, built on pounding 808s and ghostly chops.

Drop It

Ms-Dos Dealer

12.3 kHz is an electronic label connecting ten projects in one shared universe from cyberpunk trap and acid techno to darkwave and kawaii glitchcore. Strong concepts, bold visuals, and high-impact production. Each release is its own world.

Born in the deep pulse of Georgia, USA, TrapGhost are a young couple who treat trap as both ritual and rebellion. Their music is not just bass and beats, it is haunted storytelling where Southern grit collides with futuristic sound design. Raised on the legacy of Atlanta’s trap pioneers yet drawn to the shadows of underground EDM, they carve a sound that is both intimate and spectral. Dark pads drift like memories, robotic vocal chops confess like ghosts in the night, and every 808 they drop feels like a heartbeat echoing under purple fog. For TrapGhost, trap is not a genre but a séance, a way of summoning love, loss, and survival from the other side of silence.

Drop It

Trapgh0st

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