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The trouble started with the bass. It didn't just "thump"; it groaned like a haunted refrigerator. Every time the kick drum hit, the studio monitors rattled so hard a bobblehead of a generic rapper fell face-first onto the desk.

Jax paused, his hand still damp with sugar-free lime juice. He stopped trying to be the "type" and started being the "trouble." He leaned into the glitch, distorted the snare until it stung, and let the bass roar. g_eazy_x_jack_harlow_type_beat_issues

The liquid seeped toward his MIDI keyboard. "Issues," he hissed, frantically dabbing the keys with a nearby flannel shirt. "Literal issues." The trouble started with the bass