4rage Snaps on "smack cam!"

The world of SoundCloud is always changing, yet always seems to champion the newest trends on a consistent basis. Unlike the previous genres that were born under the SoundCloud umbrella, hyperpop is the first genre to be even more erratic than your algorithm. Following suite is 4rage, the hyperpop alias of, 17-year-old producer, sxre. With only four songs out, 4rage is a newcomer to the scene, but makes a grand statement with his newest record, “smack cam!”

Soon to gain recognition within the internet-dominated scene, 4rage’s new single is hard to pass up. The balance between his modern hip hop melodies and intricate electronic tones stack up to create an energetic single that’ll definitely find its way into the daily rotation. With raw lyrics, a catchy pop beat, and hard 808s, this song is guaranteed to take you to new heights.

 With only a few songs out under both monikers, 4rage is gearing up for some new singles in the near future. Check out his single “smack cam!” below, and keep an eye out for his future releases, as they are sure to be bangers.

prod me // @sxre insta: @4.rage lyrics: i want the smoke i want the smoke the time and place man i cant get lost i cant get lost got no replacement its just so free its just so free like i dont pay rent i always see i always see just like a parent you was talkin smack until you pull and get smack cammed you a piece of paper way i put you in a trashcan haters gonna hate but they can go and catch this backhand homie i dont care you just a dot but im the pacman got a doordash come in with no fee 1.5 dubs call it vvvs my fit so fresh you'd think i sprayed it with febreeze i got no safety on like i was playin wii so cold im viral run you over like a pothole why u do that i said just bcuz i wanna its just my destiny you'd think i was moana presidential flow im feelin like obama if it aint money, i aint talkin knock on my door, before you walk in trip to paris, just got locked in louis belt, diamond glossin all this ice, sweet like frosting you a snitch, called the cops in sellin bread the way you tossed it im on my grind no way im stoppin i want the smoke i want the smoke the time and place man i cant get lost i cant get lost got no replacement its just so free its just so free like i dont pay rent i always see i always see just like a parent you was talkin smack until you pull and get smack cammed you a piece of paper way i put you in a trashcan haters gonna hate but they can go and catch this backhand homie i dont care you just a dot but im the pacman

Written by Brett Friedman