What the hell is going on?! You know what's going on! It's time to get hyped and ready for go crazy! Get ready for the demonic beats and the supersonic, electronic industrial style! Let's Get It On! The New track from 8-Bit Panda Strike is now out on all music streaming platforms! Give it a listen!more

This is a love song dedicated to my long time crush., This song officially releases on march 18th 2025 on all platforms. more

🎙️ "DiKy" is a bold Gangsta HipHop track with dark trap vibes, violin melodies and powerful basslines. This song dives into the raw struggles of single fathers, capturing their resilience, sacrifices, and the fight to stay connected with their children. With impactful lyrics and cinematic energy, DiKy is a track that speaks to the heart and delivers a powerful message about love, strength, and hope. 💿 Release Date: The track will officially be available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube Music, starting February 7th, 2025. But here's your chance to listen to it now, exclusively on Slaps! ✒️Yeah Yeah, this one’s for all the real fathers out there. Left to fight, left to bleed, left to die. DiKy... we’re still standing. Wake up in a room that ain’t even mine, Bare walls, cold floors, dicks drawn on the sides. This ain’t no home, it’s a joke, I’m stuck in a loop, While she’s living like a bitch, I’m scrubbing toilets just for clean. Every paycheck’s cracked, barely holding back from eating lead, She’s stacking bills, fake smiles while I’m left for dead. Law says, "See your kids two days a week," But my love for them ain’t timed, it’s deep, can’t be beat. She don’t see them grow, don’t feel their pain, They call me crying, "Daddy, when you coming again?" I’m breaking inside, but I’ve gotta stay cool, This system’s fuck, and I’m just a tool. They call me a man, but they stripped my pride, Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive. Love my kids, but I’m cast aside, This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die. She pops Moet, I’m eating crackers, Every cent I make, they say she owns a fraction. How’s a man supposed to build his throne? When the court takes the bricks and leaves him alone. Living in my car, dreams locked in the trunk, Breathing fumes of failure, heart’s gone sunk. But I’m grinding, yeah, fighting, one day I’ll rise, While she’s buying time with a million lies. Seen brothers fall, end it all with a rope, ‘Cause the world stole their kids, stripped their hope. But I ain’t quitting, no, I ain’t weak, For my babies, I’ll crawl, bleed, speak — never retreat. They call me a man, but they stripped my pride, Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive. Love my kids, but I’m cast aside, This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die. They call us broken, but we ain’t broke. They call us failures, but they don’t know. We’re the fathers, the fighters, the ones left behind, But our love ain’t for sale, and our souls don’t rewind. They call me a man, but they stripped my pride, Working dead-end jobs just to stay alive. Love my kids, but I’m cast aside, This life cuts deep, the strong cry, the weak die. For every father out there fighting, This ain’t the end. Keep fucking pushing. Your love will always shine through the darkness. We ain’t done yet.more