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subwoofer part III

DIGITAL POLLUTION

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JT  - OKAY (Jersey Club RMX)

Single 1 from upcoming album 'imploder'

prod @nimbustwokay & me
mixed by me

LYRICS

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

leave him red like he rudolf
Bonk him in the head till he lookin like a doodle      
I cant slice thru cuz the fuck blade too dull
had to fit him in a 2 door
Its hate venom in me cuz these snakes tryna grip on

Now try to push a word out you gon eat both boots
Bitch rappers put more shit out than their
booty holes spew
Let that thing dangle
Pull the lead out , toasted dude
then at night turn a bitch into a toaster strudel

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like dru-
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

*self imploded trash*

driving my head in the wall
i got a creek in the torso
and it’s flowing a hate of its own

I see red, all i see is red
everywhere I go
only red around me, i’m seeing red
all i see is red

Red dot beaming, I like blood stained tailor made 
shortie geekin she like druggin her lemonade
call me lord but i been fresher than a prince 
in the car but they can’t peep us through the tint

plenty perkys plus she pop em like they mint
swear to god that pussy bubble gum she pop that sugar pink
case beater, gucci mane, depp johnny
no game lobby but he left red dead bloody

from the dreads to the bed head they already know me
bread chubby, checks by the ten copies
i see red
i see red

I See Red

FIRST COMES THE DISRESPECT (prod. wxrst)

Unfortunate Cemetery Business (ft. WhiteWitch) [prod. akvri & nightrdd]

https://soundcloud.com/ytd40oz
prod EraWmb

lyrics

Ain’t no try when I did it
Ain’t no lie boy I’m with it
Ain’t no side when I’m winning
Ain’t no down when I finish

Ain’t no try when I did it
Do not got a minute
Ain’t no lie when I’m with it
Know I’m riding in it
Ain’t no side when I’m winning
Issa fight I’m hitting
Ain’t no down when I finish
I ain’t got a limit

I ain’t got a limit
Bitch I’m bouta handle business
Working in the back
In a dream I ain’t sleeping wit it

Ima need minute
Shit I’m moving independent
Running all the game
Behind the scene I’m the real menace

I ain’t get no credit
For the - shhhhh
I get ain’t no mention
For the movement I invented

Ima diamond in the mud
These labels tryna get it
Bitch I done create what they ain’t, kept it all authentic

Caffeine in my styrofoam
Feeling numb in my frontal lobe
I hate life an its petty ways gotta get drunk to get away 

Fucking with me got me killing my insides insides
Fuck it I need a new enzyme enzyme
Making money for the mortgage
Hoping everything will flourish

I'm wide awake and its just another take off
I feel engraved in the stone of the lost cause
An I know its hard to ignite when u feel alone
I know u need another soul u can call home

Hidden

Digital Pollution is the residue of years of work, the grind crystallized, the fragments that survived the purge. Tracks born, tracks erased, echoes of everything that didn’t stick. Sharp. Fractured. Persistent. Noise pressed into form. Something coherent, if coherence is a lie you choose to believe.

What emerged was never one album, but two gestating forms. One punk, raw and serrated, teeth bared to the sky; one rap, fluid, fractured, a pulse looping through circuits of thought.

The vision, unstable and electric, suddenly became for us the violent algebra of collision: two sonic organisms smashed together, fused, fractured, reborn. This is not a merger, not a compromise, it is experiment, collision, entropy harnessed, a cross-species mutation of noise and rhythm. Punk bleeds into rap, rap gnaws at punk, everything oscillating, folding, snapping back on itself, a feedback loop of aggression, cadence, and pulse. The album is the experiment made manifest, a collision zone you inhabit, ride, survive.

The end result? It’s a Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater soundtrack compressed into one album. Energy ricochets, corners clipped, rails smashed, crashes into walls of sound, collisions of adrenaline and distortion. Unpredictable, alive, chaotic but curated, somehow. You ride it. It rides you.

The architecture is ritualistic. It begins in rap, erupts into rock, then spirals everywhere in between, oscillating, fracturing, bending, folding back on itself. Sub-songs sample one another, trap metal siphoning the pulse of hardcore punk, bending it, twisting it, rebirthing it. Punk collides with metal, hip-hop stretches beyond its limbs, everything bleeding into everything else. A spectrum, a feedback loop, a glitch in continuity that refuses to settle.

Digital Pollution comes straight from the crippled mind of Bruxism, who shapes the lyrics, sculpts the production, orchestrates the chaos of everything else, and SK3RED, whose crushing guitar riffs and ferocious bass lines carve structure from noise, pulse through distortion, and give the chaos a spine. The music surges and fractures, bending punk aggression into new forms, threading a needle of raw voltage through the sonic whirlwind.

Bruxism’s lyrics gnaw at decay, map the brain rot, and fold political unease into rhythm and rhyme, guiding the listener through the hollow, recycled landscapes of the digital wasteland. The distorted rhythms combined with the high speed vocals coforges a feedback loop of sound and thought, chaos and structure, pulse and decay, an organism that is only one thing. Digital Pollution.

Digital Pollution swims through the cesspool. It's not afraid to get dirty. Observe the ever present culture-war through the hollow, recycled landscape of the Internet. Every post, every meme, every echo of thought devoured and reborn hollow. Beneath it, unrest simmers. not a rallying cry, but a reflection of systems crumbling while you scroll, the undertones pulsing between nihilism and faint resistance. The decay is tangible. You ride it. You feel it. But now, as you listen to what we have created, you will come to understand.

Digital Pollution exists online now. Noise, clarity, fragments, collisions, pulses, loops. Immerse. Let it grind. Let it linger. Let it gnaw at the edges of your mind. 
credits
releases September 30, 2025

Digital Pollution (Intro)

If he walked how hes talking i dont he’d speak again
Couldnt care if you agreed with it
I dont need a approval, opinions, religion you follow a guide and you’re still a shit person
There is no God in my verses, maybe some ego atleast there’s a purpose
I could never be the motherfucker on the cover, i dont get along with others purely due to my discernment
Wearing a mask for immersion, go figure they hate every version
I dont wanna try to safe face anyway, mane who am I impressing everybody’s straight worthless
Let em fly high where the birds be
When these fuckers die it really hurts me
We were in the middle of a surgery
Spirits stuck wander in purgatory
Lethargic you harmless, not predatory
Regardless youre parked in infirmatory 
The way that I view you derogatory 
Shrine made of your organs in the dormitory 
Irrelevant i wanna sever shit im on a separate path, bullet his brain and I laugh, bully his bride and i dash, burning up hash, lowkey Im mad
Heavy with the weapon spreading lead Im on the way to heaven they gon send me back to send a message to the masses but they slower than molasses I dont care how much time passes I just wanna touch the ashes of the past
Couldnt care less that the shit that I say may come off as a cringey remark 
Now hes biting the curb he got parked and if that boy was smart he would never had tried me, he barked
Boy he had heart
Had cuz its past tense Im having a half of his heart on the shelf, been displaying it like hes an elk
Cards in your hand have been dealt, couldve been worse you admit it yourself
Next is your kin, youre not alone in hell
Who am i kidding? Its solitude cells
Less than in prison but still youre a shell
Materialistic, new belt
I dont wanna go til I really know if there is afterlife Id rather there is no
Id rather not another place im sharing with you hoes
I dont wanna see you motherfuckers as a ghost
Ima bleed another motherfucker let em know
Ouija do the most, Ouija overdosed
Ouija isnt nothing but the lowest of the low
Ouija with the squeegee with the pole gotta scope
So low, a motherfucker solo to my life im a no show
Leaking red, rojo, you dont really wanna know hoe, like Im falling in a trap door Ouijaboy

SOLO (SO LOW)

Expect some new songs before 2026 on all plats, this might be my last soundcloud only drop for the year. I want to be a little more organized. I'm still making tons of music behind the scenes.

Much love!

I tap yo back
I think we have a problem
Think im mad about the shit you said about my fuckin darling
Knuckle duster for this buster thinks he's re-assuring honor
but his chivalry^ just some rotten simp in shining armor
I'm his karma - so I,
gut this bitch boy - dump his body in some acid 
Im feeling rich boy - pour some liquid gold like madness
let his skin melt, makin a sick pelt - Im wrapped in lips who bitched my madam
I can mic this sadness

I NEED TO BREAK FREE
FEELING LIKE AN ANIMAL
SHELTER ARE THESE PLEAS
PRAYING FOR A BREAK IN THIS DARK HAPPENING 
STRIPPER BITCH ON MY DICK AND HER NAME IS KIMBERLEE
I make the timber fall, engulf it in the  fucking fleemes
Im another mecha-gnome with a djinni on the scene
casting DMT in dome with 30 milligrams 
im in a mech I told you all, gatling cannons on your dreams 
Yeah scriptz

S + vvs on my motherfuckin chest, 187 on the reverend, bishop dead, ide kill for less
yeah these bitches aren't worth a dime - I found em on the left
Turning right before their death - what the fuck is even left
FUCK - --- im fucking pissed to rest - I need a fucking rest, heh
I need to fuckin rest head
sleep was fore my time and now we waking lead-dead
wild-wild-west in a world turning red, red
play it



MALEVOLENCE  (PROD. SPHYNX)

Gunplay - White Bitch

Hanging out the window screaming 666,
Shit I'm doing got me 86'd itch itch itch,
Lick the dirt up off a brick, and make a dish dish dish,
Walk a mile but I only move an inch inch inch,
He was talking sorta normal then he switch switch switched up,
Covered in makeup,
'Cuz you got new bruises every time that you wake up,
The fuck is he talking about? You think we should say something?

Feeling like I'm playing fast and loosely with the truth,
Always showing up with nothing always leaving with the loot,
My regressive algorithmic model training how to lose,
Every iteration further from a total static view,

So confused, let me sit you down and share my views,
I'm opposed to making sense and I spread fake news,

In every argument we have I'll disagree with you,
And if you piss me off, I'mma spread a rumor about you,

So put a smile on, keep it strong, treat me like a cop on a ride along,
Do no wrong, sing the song dummy keep the blinders on,
Stand on the train tracks, or jump in the road,
'Cuz it'd be quicker than if I'm gonna have come for your throat,

It's such a thing to behold, uphold, an oath so devote,
To never saying what I mean and only speaking in code,

I'm certified as a demon, got a diploma from hell,
And now they sent me up here with some opinions to sell,

So I'll just market it well, slap a few words on the track,
And make enough to pay the ferryman to row my way back,
It's better than the hard liquor and the panic attacks,
Cuz all these Death Cult aesthetics are not congruent with facts no more...

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

We can talk about it or just get a little crunk
Bet she really like to twerk to caricoca funk
You so silly make em dizzy like Sicilian drunks
She likes fifty cent, I feel like a million bucks
Wait, what why?

Where and how and who again, reptilian
Hooligan, running up her leg like this is Gulliver's
Gullible, floated right up straight into the ceiling yeah yeah
Gave her something that can make her talk to demons
Yeah yeah

Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Let her die slow cuz she kinda beautiful
Towel dipped in water I'm invisible
Wet red flesh marks got physical
Fuck me, it's about to get biblical
Chop chop (spit sound) that's my ritual

She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you bink you might never even miss her
She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

What's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play to my crescendo
Can you please try to keep up with the tempo
Her body a temple I worship the devil

Who's that? Who's been knocking on the window?
Hear the hailstones play me my crescendo
Can you please keep up with the tempo?
Kept a little bit of her as a memento

We can talk about it or just get a little drunk
Look away for just a second and she end up in a trunk
If the glove don't fit they'll acquit me on the spot
You think someone who would do this is afraid to get caught?
Wait what why?
Tried the call the numbers back all fake
Couple bags fertilizer make em all quake
Whole lobby blown apart left em all saint's
Daddy's in a body bag left em red paint

She made a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold hoe, see the whole picture
If you blink you might never even miss her
She make a nap turn into a little kidnap
Senator, I'ma send him something gift wrapped
Centerfold, front page edition
She went out to dance, now she just a picture

Up all night I feel like Tyler Durden
Preaching to the mirror giving sermons
I am Jack's last sip of bourbon
The personality of half a person
Bitch
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden
Bitch I feel like Tyler Durden bitch

Nodding out in traffic on my way to catch a felony
I don't vibe with no one but I'm heavy with the chemistry
Nothing but an entity steady collecting enemies
I'm magic with the shots like the guy who dropped Kennedy

Bitch I feel like Captain Ahab
Chasing white so the demons in me stay bad

You been a fan I been a fiend
Might just take the whole production when I come 'n seize the means
Nothing what it seems
Parasitic energy
I could take your legacy
Move without integrity dismantling identities
And when I get to hell I hope they see me a celebrity
Cuz all my friends are there and I don't mean that hypothetically
So go head and kill yourself and get a step ahead of me
Cuz you don't wanna live inside a world where I'm your enemy

Bitch I feel like Patrick Bateman
Fake a smile while I'm steady staying hating

I'm not the type to be impatient
I'm the type to sit and wait until the mark go on vacation
Left em feeling shaken
Every word I say is dripping with manipulation
String the sentences along until you feel the motivation, bitch

Time for Your Daily Nap Senator / Tyler Durden

Bullets flying through the side of my car
I hit the gas like it's nothing at all
I'm made of money but I don't make sense
I'm either balling or I can't pay rent
Six weeks clean but I'm not really sober
I can't wait, for this shit to be over
I wake up hungry for the flavor of blood
I pick the carcass clean just because

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

I'm not the plug but I know where he lives
I might forget but I never forgive
Not in the trenches but I might help you dig
And God forbid I'll ever to talk to the pigs
You say you're king of the jungle I just sit back and laugh
I'm not the first on the scene but I won't the last
Yeah You can do all the hunting, I'll just wait for the prey
Feast on the leftovers and live another day

I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena
I'm A Hyena
Hyena
Ah, Ah Hyena

Hyena

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people
They don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when
Just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?
Feeling like I'm bout to crash out crash out, uh
Can I come over and stay at your house?

All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door
All these people, they don't like me anymore
Sometimes you gotta know when, just to go and find the door

I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face
I got blood all on my shirt
I got dirt all on my face

Crash Out

Call it pussy, call it money, call it power, call it fame
They just call it what they wanna call it, motherfucking game
Colonizing all the opps, stopping just to fill the tank
You don't gotta run for office if you run a couple banks
Make the profit, sell the product, civil forfeiture the plug
Start a war and get religious, fill a villager with slugs
What the people want? Make 'em pay for water, doesn't matter
I can tell this shit a joke but don't hear nobody laughing
Like a greedy pastor scooping up the money from his chapter
We should send 'em all to heaven in the motherfucking rapture
It's not genocide if we decide to do it, it was us
And if the other motherfuckers did it first then what the fuck?
Run 'em down and knock 'em over like we gentrifying shit
Grab a brick and pay a visit to a politician's crib
We already tried the hippie shit, peace is not an option
Take a couple millionaires to ride an Argentinian chopper

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

They say nobody wanna work, I say nobody wanna pay
Tax suggestions for the master, tax evasion for the slave
You got rent cartels just running up your bills and getting paid
Pocket-dipping politicians beg for dollars, screaming change
It's a boost for the economy to bomb them every day
CIA was moving coke, what you think they move today?
Fentanyl and Nitazene and something stronger on the way
When there's profit to be made show up chanting USA
Couple million-dollar rockets on some farmers in a cave
Everybody's saved! By the way we probably here to stay
Pave a golf course, have a couple cheeky handshakes
And they got a new president with democratic traits
Navigating's always easier if you can build the maze
Back in '89 is when they put the credit score in place
And you wonder why the boomers still got money in the bank?
If you make the rules you know exactly which of them to break

I got sick thoughts, I don't know why everybody lip-locked
Why the fuck you licking boots and hopping on they dicks for?
Sick thoughts, I just hear the timer, it go tick-tock
I don't wanna say some shit that'll send me to big lock
Sick thoughts, climb up on the roof and make his ear pop
Walking through marinas, setting fire to the big yachts
Sick thoughts, take all of your data, make a billion
How you gonna let an algorithm raise the children?

Sick Thoughts

In My Bag

FOLLOW ME AND @mutrubeats

I hear these fucking 808s in my sleep,
I lurk in the night, tiptoe when I reap,
dark from my nightmares and light from my dreams combine to making something that I do not believe,

cherry picking all the sins I confess, I got more in the vault do not think that I’m blessed
I’m alone and depressed probably more than the rest, imma sickness yeah I am a shot to the chest 

youre a waste bitch
fuck up your life with just one swing of the blade bitch 
blade rip
we are so ignorant we do not give only take shit 
face split 
swinging my fist and leaving your face on the pavement 
gimme payment
or I’ll be the doctor submitting your ass as a patient 

fully focused I am not wasting time, imma travel that road and take back what is mine,
imma fuck up your life, wanna test me I dare you to look in my eye step over the line 
RVMAN posted yeah that’s triple the threat 
RVMAN posted yeah we talking your breath
RVMAN posted leaving your brain exposed 
yeah we pull up on you we the bringer of death 

grip the magnum till my hands start to sweat 
grip the magnum till they all end up dead 
grip the magnum till I fill they ass up with so many round they are then made of lead 

I suggest that you all do not fuck with me 
think that ur tough till I pull up to ur city 
my shootas is ghosts they will not end up guilty
my Draco is bloated boutta make it skinny 

Crucify me im a threat to the populous that’s the only way that you will be stopping us, 
we have a plan to rip out your esophagus 
yuh lil boi we talking your consciousness,

STEP OVER THE LINE LIL BOY LIKE YUH x4

[AMV]

StepOverTheLine [Prod. mutru] (LYRICS IN DESC.)

An exclusive track from Access Denied Vol. 2

@ogodthedeity
@smokingawoodwitchobaeay

If Our World Ends Tonight, Tell Them I Was Dressed For It

BRUXISM