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This beat doesn’t play. It levitates.
We’re talkin’ boom bap built for the afterlife — or at least the best nap you’ve ever had on a private jet.
It’s floating on cloud nine, wearing a silk robe, blowing kisses to gravity like, “Nah, I’m good.”
Made on the MPC Live II — yeah, we went analog on purpose.
Sample? Stolen—I mean, "lovingly borrowed." from splice
Then we pitched it up, sped it up, chopped it like a salad, and dropped it over drums so fat they got their own orbit.
The bass? Ridiculous.
It hums like a Rolls Royce made of honey.
It doesn’t hit — it hovers aggressively.
This beat doesn’t play. It levitates.
We’re talkin’ boom bap built for the afterlife — or at least the best nap you’ve ever had on a private jet.
It’s floating on cloud nine, wearing a silk robe, blowing kisses to gravity like, “Nah, I’m good.”
Made on the MPC Live II — yeah, we went analog on purpose.
Sample? Stolen—I mean, "lovingly borrowed." from splice
Then we pitched it up, sped it up, chopped it like a salad, and dropped it over drums so fat they got their own orbit.
The bass? Ridiculous.
It hums like a Rolls Royce made of honey.
It doesn’t hit — it hovers aggressively.