Introducing MC Criesalot

This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He’s not just another rapper – he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

His style? A gritty cocktail of raw emotion, tongue-in-cheek bars, and enough existential dread to fill a group chat at 2 AM. Known for tracks that hit like therapy sessions in a mosh pit, MC Criesalot doesn’t hide his feelings – he samples them, autotunes the pain, and drops them over tear-stained beats.

His crew? Big Tissue, Lil Softboy, and of course Dr. Delulu – his producer-slash-therapist who makes sure the bass hits just as hard as the heartbreak. He’s the kind of artist who’ll pull up in a Prius, spill his soul in a freestyle, then Venmo his ex for the hoodie she never gave back.

From failed relationships to awkward brunches, his lyrics paint a picture of modern masculinity in a post-therapy world – where trauma is currency, and vibes get overdrafted like a debit card at brunch. Whether he’s ghosted or emotionally ghosting, MC Criesalot is proof that real gangsters cry in the booth… with a cup of chamomile.

The truth behind this track

MC Criesalot is a joke about bad gangster rap. It all started after stumbling across a painfully awful YouTube video from Trappdaplugg, along with a wave of drill and grime tracks that were aggressively brutal, sexist, and often just lazy – but quickly evolved into a satirical therapy session set to breakbeats.

At the time, I was actually searching for vocal inspiration for a new house track – something that danced on the edge of explicit language but could still fly on radio without getting censored, in true style of Pete & Bas that I recently remixed. That didn’t pan out. So instead, I took a hard left turn.

The first parody attempts stuck too close to the original tone of the very specific soundtrack I intended to use as base, but none of the vocalists quite fit. That’s when MC Criesalot was born – a wannabe gangster whose biggest threat is an emotionally charged freestyle and a hoodie he never got back.

What if feelings were the weapon? What if DJ Getting Ghosted dropped a DnB track instead of a diss?

He may look the part, but MC Criesalot isn’t here to flex – he’s here to overshare over a liquid DnB.

The vocals are enhanced using AI, while all instruments, melodies, and beats are entirely DAW-produced, as per standard. Unlike those claiming “self-made” with zero original input, this track is built from scratch – even the AI-generated lyrics were refined and processed in the DAW to optimize delivery.

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