Meet Myth, a growly motherphucker who prefers to haunt us in the harsh daylight of our existence. Hold onto your mind and prepare for that three-minute swell. …aaaaaahhhh.
Back in the day, people would go rabbit hunting and they would see stuff moving in the field and shoot it. But then upon inspection of their quarry, it’d just be an aardvark and they’d be like, “fuckin aardvark.”
While we truly love the philth, we don’t usually find ourselves drawn towards Drum-n-Bass. Its not that we think DnB is bad …it’s just that we prefer our bass to be slowwwwly pestled into our mind, body and soul.
Datsik brings back a classic, flavored with the Trap influence that trolls today’s music scene. This VIP of Bonafide Hustler is guaranteed to make any goody-two-shoes start pimping out her best friends and gunning down haters with Swarovski-studded AK-47s.
Get some, Betty. Get some.
If you’re curious, here’s the original wubbly tune: