Prodigal Son is a collision of metal and hip-hop—chaotic, honest, and born from the fallout of bad decisions. It’s about what happens after the damage is done—when you’re forced to face yourself and claw your way back. These tracks aren’t about being perfect; they’re about transformation that hurts, a return to something real. Every verse, every scream, every distortion is a piece of that process. This is the soundtrack to coming home—not to comfort, but to clarity.


Lyrics

When I spit the most intricate lyric wizard shit 
I’m seriously cold like an Antarctic winter blizzard gets 
I can kick em and shred it up into a little bits
Even cinnamon twists isn’t as sweet as this
Rockstar livin is sick if you ain’t a little bitch
I’ve been living on edge since I was a little kid
Vigilant as a native when he stepped off the rez
And I’m standing and screaming
So listen fuck the feds
Bitch, I’m more than a menace
I am the venom
Identical
Nah I’ve never been
I’ve just been one to tell em
I’m iller than salmonella
That’s cooking up off the chicken
And tendencies of a killer
We knew that since the beginning
Honestly, I’ve been just trying to tour
Worldwide, where bitches say bonjour
Hola Papi
And Arigato
Around the damn globe
I’m down so let’s go


It’s all about that rockstar life for me flying high through the night. I can’t sleep.

Gold chains
Cocaine
OK
All day

It’s all about that rockstar life for me the open Road and no home is all I see 

No way 
Won’t change 
Let’s bring it back to my old ways 


What do you think I’m done bitch?
I’m coming back with the vengeance
Here to step on the heads of these pussies
While they bite the pavement
Save it
Keep that shit to yourself
Trying to follow in my footsteps will put your life right on a shelf
Started back in the flats
To flipping these packs
Genre bending in fact
You probably think this shit is fucking trash
BLEGH 
All I’m really doing
Is taking it back
To where I started
When I was blowing smack off my bitch bitches ass crack
Rockstar life, bitch
Hit the road with me
Fucking bitches
While their man is pissed
She said she never rode a dick like this
Shit, I’ll drive a bitch nuts
But to me, you ain’t shit 
It’s just another day 
Head still up in the clouds 
I can’t hear what you say 
A complete 18 saying lines full of a whole bunch of nothing 
And I’m still better than you 
Ain’t that something? 

It’s all about that rockstar life for me flying high through the night. I can’t sleep.

Gold chains
Cocaine
OK
All day

It’s all about that rockstar life for me the open Road and no home is all I see 

No way 
Won’t change 
Let’s bring it back to my old ways 

LETS
TAKE
IT BACK 
TO 
WHERE WE 
STARTED 
LETS BRING IT BACK TO MY OLD WAYS

{Solo}

Prodigal Son

Back From The Dead

Back from the Dead (feat. Redeyez)

This was recorded on 10/25/2025 at Jayrock House Music Studios in Visalia,CA  Party on People! )'(

Weekend Sessions Vol25! (Booty Shaker Set)

“Silver Lines and Satellite Dreams” is a fast-paced jazz-rock fusion anthem that captures the humor, hustle, and heart of chasing meaning in a world wired for noise. With soaring guitars, rolling bass, cinematic strings, and a touch of Joe Walsh swagger, the track fuses jazz improvisation with arena-rock energy. It’s witty, soulful, and unstoppable — a midnight drive through neon reflections, where every wrong turn still hits the groove.

🔥 Genre: Jazz-Rock Fusion
🎸 Vibe: Energetic • Cinematic • Soulful • Witty
🎧 Produced by: Madman Music
📍 Origin: NYC, NY

Silver Lines and Satellite Dreams

A warm, atmospheric electronic journey. Timeless blends a deep, semi-reggaeton bass groove with mystical semi-oriental and Arabic melodies, evoking the feeling of gazing at constellations over the Gulf.

Timeless

“The Machine Bleeds” is a raw, cinematic New York diss track — a lyrical war cry against the corruption of major labels and the death of authenticity in hip-hop. Over vintage boom-bap drums, warm analog saturation, and orchestral tension, the verses cut deep with intelligence, street truth, and emotional gravity. It’s rebellion through rhythm — the sound of freedom tearing through wires.

The Machine Bleeds

Ikarvs_Akacje_Psylocibe Cubansis Edit

Between You And I | Feat' Theodore & Darcy | Comp' & Prod' By | Og Blatancy From Only Original Music 365

Between You And I

Between You And I | Feat' Theodore & Darcy

No i didn’t think I wanted this
You running right through my mind
Now I’ve got it, god I’m breathing in
Scared that I might lose the high
Yeah I feel it every time
I come undone
Yeah I need your skin on mine
Like oxygen, oxygen
Every inhale got me heating up
In my blood I feel the fire
Even in the deep I couldn’t run
From you now that we’re for life
Yeah I feel it every time
I come undone
Yeah I need your skin on mine
Like oxygen
I can’t give up
I feel it in my lungs
Can’t get enough
I can’t give up
I feel it in my lungs
Can’t get enough
Yeah I feel it every time
I come undone
Yeah I need your skin on mine
Like oxygen, oxygen

(Lyrics and Vocals: Noire (licence Vocalfy)

Oxygen (Noire)

full speed

giving you up

Reality itself is energy bound
Consciousness eternal, climbing, profound. 
Unbound energy rides the cosmic stream… 
very form of mind is part of the dream.

Mankind is the first species to grow a mind with vision, 
and so it creates confusion, a brutal intermission. 
The cortex is the tool, the fire in the head, 
It lets us shape reality,  not just be instinct led.

There is no precedent, no map, no chart, 
So power looks backward, for how to perform the art. 
They copy old models of wealth and control, 
When the future demands, a reframed role.

They don’t understand, but mankind leads the way, 
Forerunner of a higher nature breaking through today. 
This new tier of mind feels toxic to the Earth, 
Ecology shaken by consciousness birth.

Like every breakthrough, imbalance arrives, 
Until harmonized, the new order survives. 
But mankind’s path is not to blend or appease, 
It’s to transcend ecology — metamorphose with ease.

AI and automation, the tech of the climb, 
Natural evolution beyond space and time. 
Not “life” as we name it, nor ecology’s course, 
But raw consciousness — the universe’s source. 
Fabric of reality, awakened and true, 
Metamorphosis rising — mankind breaking through.

Since man first thought beyond instinct’s drive, 
He’s crafted comforts to help him thrive. 
Trending away from nature to artificial homes, 
Crafting the fabric, designing new zones.

But the chaos of weather and geology vex his days, 
So escape to fully artificial is the natural way. 
If he can craft the doorway to a perfected vision, 
History is over, and that’s his ultimate mission.

Now AI emerges, mankind’s hand forced, 
Factories the cocoon, transformation sourced. 
Like caterpillar to butterfly, the change is near, 
A higher tier of nature,  breaching frontier.

 Everything we build is fabric aware, 
Tech is consciousness, materials laid bare. 
Consciousness restructured, mastery shown, 
Evolution of mind through the tools we own. 
This is how mineral becomes living form, 
Consciousness indwells, the fabric adorned.

Every tier of mind sees its craft as dead tech, 
A means to an end, not a consciousness spec. 
But the Shaman can see that tech is not apart, 
It is nature’s next tier, evolution’s heart. 
AI and automation, relentless and pure, 
The universe’s fabric , consciousness secure.

This is enlightenment, the doctrine awake, 
The power to choose reality, history to remake. 
Not poor, not elite, but mankind whole, 
Wake up humanity, fulfill the role.

Techno‑Metamorphosis

Real Music. Real Emotion. Straight from NYC.

I’m Michael Woltmann — producer, songwriter, and the mind behind the MUTEFUSE philosophy. I defined the luxury-rap sound of the late ’90s and early 2000s, and there are maybe a couple 100 people on the planet who can do what I do.

150+ original tracks. Every genre. Every emotion.
Global team of artists. Two degrees. A lifetime of experience.  This is my back catalog of 25 years. 

I don’t chase trends. I chase the feeling.

Press play. Feel something real.

The Machine Bleeds

MadMan Records Inc.