INTERLUDE
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected], [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025, 3:47 AM EST
Subject: URGENT: Amias Mars Situation - Immediate Action Required
Julie, Michael,
I'm writing this from LA where I just got off a call with Jimmy Iovine. He asked me, and I quote, "How the fuck did Atlantic pass on the kid who's about to break every streaming record we've seen?"
I didn't have an answer.
The numbers as of tonight:
244K Instagram (from 40K ten days ago)
341K TikTok
"Poland" has generated 193M plays across platforms
Predicted to debut on Billboard Hot 100 in a few hours
Our A&R team rejected him on January 24th. Notes say "lacks commercial appeal." I want names on my desk by noon.
More concerning: Spotify executives were seen entering his hotel yesterday. My sources suggest they're not just talking distribution - they're talking equity partnership in his tech venture. If streaming platforms start signing artist with this level of traction directly, we're finished.
Michael - I need you to put together our best possible offer. I don't care if we have to restructure our entire new artist deal framework.
Julie - Work your contacts. Find out who's in his inner circle. His manager is apparently also 17, which could work to our advantage.
We have maybe 48 hours before this becomes unreachable. Move accordingly.
Craig
P.S. - His streaming party with those drill rappers hit 14,000 concurrent viewers at 4 AM. At 4 fucking AM. This isn't normal growth.
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From: [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025, 4:23 AM EST
Subject: RE: URGENT: Amias Mars Situation
Craig,
Already on it. Pulled the team together (yes, at 4 AM - nobody's sleeping after your email).
Bad news: He's been actively blocking our calls. Changed his contact twice. His manager (Zara, 17, childhood friend) has been surprisingly sophisticated in deflecting approaches, though that was last week and now we're getting different voices on the other line. His team's expanding.
Worse news: Warner and Columbia are circling. Ron Perry himself was spotted at the afterparty to the show in Madison Square.
Working on a nuclear option - $3M advance, 80/20 split in his favor, full creative control, owns his masters after 5 years. Board will hate it but losing him will be worse.
Also... there's something else. Legal flagged a police report. Kid was questioned about gang-related murders. Released without charge, but the internet's starting to dig. Might be leverage, might be liability.
-MK
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From: [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025, 5:15 AM EST
Subject: Mars Initiative
Jen,
Just got word Atlantic's scrambling to put together an offer. We need to move faster.
Traditional approach won't work. He's too smart, too aware of his value.
What if we offered him his own imprint under Columbia? He's got a label so why now?
Not just a deal - actual executive power. Make him the youngest label head in major label history. The story writes itself.
Run numbers on a 60/40 JV, with us handling distribution only. Yes, it's unprecedented. That's the point.
Time sensitive - board call at 9 AM.
Ron
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From: [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025, 6:22 AM EST
Subject: The kid who's keeping everyone awake
Avery,
By now you've seen the emails flying around. Every major is in panic mode about Amias Mars.
We need to be smarter. Traditional offers won't work - kid's already showing he thinks beyond normal frameworks. Built a tech company while making music, structured his publishing to minimize taxes, operating like a 30-year-old executive.
I want to propose something radical: Don't sign him. Partner with him.
Republic becomes a investor in his label, provide infrastructure and expertise, but he maintains control.
Let's discuss over breakfast.
M
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From: [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025, 7:45 AM EST
Subject: RE: The kid who's keeping everyone awake
Monte,
Interesting approach. I've been watching this situation develop. The velocity is unprecedented - reminds me of early Drake, but more self-directed.
Approve exploring the partnership model, but with conditions:
Exclusive distribution rights globally
Right of first refusal on any sale of his assets
Board seat on his company
Also, I want deep background on the police situation. The last thing we need is to partner with someone who might have serious legal issues pending.
Proceed carefully but quickly.
Lucian
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WhatsApp - "Emergency A&R Meeting 🚨"
Craig K: Everyone seeing these streaming numbers?
Julie G: Just got off phone with Live Nation. They want to book him for summer festivals. He hasn't even dropped a project yet
Sarah Chen: My niece in Connecticut knows every word to Poland. She's 12. White. Lives in suburbs. This is beyond hip-hop
Mike K: We fucked up
Craig K: We're going to unfuck it. Sarah, you still have connects at Roc Nation? I heard Jay Z has been looking into him as well.
Sarah Chen: True, they've been ringing his line. But from what I heard he is not fucking with industry people AT ALL.
Tyler (A&R): Yo I know someone who knows his producer Zel. Maybe we could approach sideways?
Mike K: Do it. Anything.
Sarah Chen: What about Miami? Get him to that compound for "superstar camp"?
Craig K: Sarah, we're not having this conversation on WhatsApp
Sarah Chen: Message deleted
Craig K: Focus on legitimate approaches. The kid's smart. One wrong move and we're blacklisted permanently
Tyler (A&R): His police thing fo sho hitting Twitter btw. Might get messy
Julie G: Or might make him more valuable. Authenticity sells
Mike K: Jesus, Julie
Julie G: What? I'm being realistic. Street cred + mainstream appeal = superstar
Mike K: Let's keep this channel clean. But we're exploring all options
Tyler (A&R): Including the Diddy special? 😭😭😭
Craig K: TYLER.
Tyler (A&R): Message deleted
Craig K: Everyone in office by 8. Real meeting, real strategy. And someone find out what Spotify offered
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RED BULL INTERNAL - JANUARY TIMELINE
From: [email protected]
Date: January 28, 2025
Subject: UK Artist Research - Amias Mars
Stefan,
Per your request after the London trip, I've compiled research on Amias Mars. Findings are... interesting.
17 years old
First song released 2 weeks ago, already charting
40K Instagram followers (growing 5-10K daily)
No label backing, owns everything
The part that caught my attention: former competitive swimmer. Regional champion, missed nationals on technicality. This isn't just music talent - it's athlete mentality applied to artistry.
His growth pattern breaks our models. Legal/ethical to approach?
Emma
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From: [email protected]
Date: January 29, 2025
Subject: RE: UK Artist Research - Amias Mars
Emma,
Book a flight to New York for Feb 2-4. He's performing at Maddison Garden. I want to see him live before making any moves.
The swimmer background is perfect. We speak athlete. Labels speak contracts. Different languages.
Keep monitoring. I want daily updates on his numbers.
Stefan
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From: [email protected]
Date: February 3, 2025, 11:45 PM EST
Subject: Post-meeting thoughts
Stefan,
Just got back to hotel. Your instincts were right - he's different. The way he handled your approach, turned it into conversation rather than negotiation... that's varsity level social intelligence.
Legal cleared the police matter. Seems overblown - released same day, no charges. If anything, shows he can handle pressure.
Contracts ready for your review. Went with your numbers:
£200K signing
£500K annual
Performance bonuses uncapped
Creative freedom maintained
£2M tour fund available
He'll sign. He's smart enough to know this isn't just money - it's infrastructure.
Emma
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From: [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025, 4:30 AM EST
Subject: Board approved
Stefan,
CEO signed off on full package. Historical deal for Music division.
Marketing already building campaign concepts. This could define our next decade in culture.
Well done.
Thomas
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BRAND EMAILS - BETTER RESPONSES
From: [email protected]
Date: February 3, 2025
Subject: Exclusive Partnership Opportunity - Louis Vuitton x Amias Mars
Dear Mr. Mars,
I hope this message finds you well. I'm reaching out on behalf of Louis Vuitton's cultural partnerships division regarding a potential collaboration that could redefine luxury's relationship with emerging music culture...
Reply from: [email protected]: February 4, 2025
Dear Jean-Pierre,
Thank you for LV's interest in partnering with Amias. We're currently focused on establishing authentic relationships with brands that align with his artistic vision and values.
While we appreciate luxury fashion's role in culture, Amias is particular about partnerships that feel organic to his journey. We'd be happy to discuss specific creative concepts that go beyond traditional endorsement models.
If you have innovative ideas for collaboration - perhaps involving emerging designers or cultural initiatives - we're listening.
Best, North Recording Group Management
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From: [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025
Subject: Burberry Heritage Campaign - Collaboration Invitation
Mr. Mars,
Your emergence as a cultural voice bridging UK and US perspectives perfectly aligns with Burberry's vision...
Reply from: [email protected]: February 4, 2025
Rebecca,
Appreciate Burberry reaching out. As a British heritage brand, you certainly understand the importance of authenticity in storytelling.
Amias is selective about fashion partnerships, preferring relationships that develop naturally rather than forced campaigns. He's been wearing brands that resonate with his personal style - some luxury, some streetwear, all genuine.
If Burberry's interested in supporting his creative vision beyond traditional modeling, we're open to conversation.
Regards, NRG Management
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@QUAVOHUNCHO
Instagram Live - 67.3K viewers
The studio glowed with purple LED strips, smoke curling lazily from the Backwoods passing between hands. Quavo sat center frame, chains catching light every time he moved, that restless energy of someone with something on their mind.
"Mannnn," he dragged the word out, leaning back in his chair. Behind him, Takeoff was barely visible on the couch, just the occasional glint of his chains in the shadows. "I been seeing the clips all day. lil nigga said he don't know who Quavo is."
He paused, took a sip from his double cup, letting that sit with the viewers. The comments flew by too fast to read individually, but he caught fragments - defending him, clowning him, everything in between.
"Like, how you know the group but not the members? That's like saying you know the Beatles but don't know John Lennon. Make it make sense."
From the couch, Takeoff's voice drifted over, calm as always: "He know."
"That's what I'm saying!" Quavo turned slightly, bringing his nephew partially into frame.
"I'm not even mad though," Quavo continued, though his jaw worked slightly. "Young dudes be capping for the internet. Trying to go viral or whatever. But it's like..." He adjusted his chain again, a tell that he was more bothered than he let on. "You making music, you should know your history."
He grabbed his phone, scrolled for a second. "Let me see what songs he got... Oh, this the Poland kid?"
The viewers watched Quavo's face change as he listened - skepticism shifting to widening eyes.
"Aigh" he said, setting the phone down. "That shit decent. The bounce is crazy." He glanced back at Takeoff. "You heard this?"
"Yeah," came the quiet response. "It's hard."
"See, now I'm conflicted," Quavo laughed, but there was still an edge to it. "Music fire but you gotta respect the architects. We laid the foundation for this melodic trap wave. Me, personally, I created flows that—"
"Quay," Takeoff interrupted gently. "Let it go."
The chat exploded with skull emojis and crying faces. Quavo caught it, couldn't help but laugh for real this time.
"You right, you right." He looked directly at the camera. "Aight young bull, you got one. But I'll see you, we in New York right now. And when I see you, we gonna have a conversation. Respectfully."
Someone in the background said something off-mic. Quavo's eyes lit up.
"Oh word? He 17?" His whole demeanor shifted. "Man, at 17 I was... shit, I wasn't doing no songs with plays like these."
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X (TWITTER)
@YourRAGE
the way this nigga said "we up outta here" and just dipped from the restaurant got me crying 😭😭😭 Amias really don't play about his time
@AmiasMars
@YourRAGE bro they be tripping. A nigga was tryna charge me for beats AFTER a show 💀
2.4K replies 15.2K likes 3.1K retweets
@TheeDose
Not Amias really buying that man food and giving him $200 just to tell him "follow your dreams" 😭😭😭 that's CRAZY work
@BruceDropEmOff
@AmiasMars @YourRAGE "follow your dreams"
@yrgLilN [Martian Twitter Com]
Poland hit different at 3am when you smoking 😭 @AmiasMars really made a anthem for the late night demons
@JColeNC
Said I'm his favorite rapper in a stream from January. You can hear the influence but he's building something completely his own. Respect 🙏 [QT: Clip of Amias alone in studio at 2am talking about Cole's impact]
5.7K replies 123.4K likes 34.2K retweets
@oblivious_
name a better rapper out rn that is better then Amias mars prove me wrong bet you won't.
@prodbyshorty
he really a producer's producer fr, ya'll just ain't peep it
@thadedsol
Not Quavo hurt that a teenager don't know him individually 😭😭😭 THE CRASH OUT IS REAL
>@quavohuncho: @ me next time lil bro
>Mr.Risktaker: @Quavohuncho lol why would anyone know you. We only listen to the migos because of takeoff
@martian_e11a [Martian Twitter Com]
🚨 Day 3 of asking Amias to drop the full version of that song he hummed on stream 🚨 #Martians #AmiasMars [Attached: Poorly recorded clip of Amias humming a melody]
412 replies 3.2K likes
@solluminati
Another industry plant exposed... 40k to 270k followers in how long? Y'all not seeing the pattern? 🤔
>@antsonem: Bro did you not watch the stream? Man had 20k viewers that's ORGANIC
>@solluminati: That's what they want you to think spiritual warrior 👁
@MTNflacko
Yo why the mods kick me from the com for asking how Amias feet look?? I was genuinely curious😭
>@martiandefense: maybe because thats WEIRD to ask bro???
@Forbes
BREAKING: UK rapper Amias Mars estimated net worth crosses $7 million following streaming success and tech ventures
>@martiandefender_: LMAOOO they have no idea about the catalog ownership and tax structure. It's way higher
>@mogul23: Fr they don't know about the TikTok royalties alone💰
@drizzyupdates
Drake follows Amias Mars on IG 👀 The co-sign we've been waiting for?
@_Elise.M
The way I would let Amias ruin my life repeatedly... and I'd say thank you after each time 🧎♀️
>@sanaaaluvv: GIRL WE GOTTA BE STRONGER THAN THIS
>@_Elise.M: strength left my body when I saw him smile on stream
>@shareefsbae: Girl STAND UP 😭
>@_Elise.M: I am standing... on my knees 🧎♀️
@amiasmarscentral
[Attached: Baby photo] BABY AMIAS EVERYONE SAY AWWWW 🥺 Found by UK Martians!
@nojumper
Need Amias Mars on the pod ASAP. Someone make it happen 🎙
>@martiandefense: He don't do gossipy interviews. Keep that energy away from our king
>@nojumper: Lmao his fans different different
@amiasdaily [Martian Twitter Com]
Amias liked 3 tweets again:
Fan art ✓
J Cole post ✓
Someone's grandma dancing to Poland ✓ HE'S SO WHOLESOME 😭
@10stargeneral [Martian Twitter Com]
The girls on TikTok doing the Poland dance got me feeling different... Amias thank you
@LILUZIVERT
Poland is actually a masterpiece and I'm tired of pretending it's not
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TECHCRUNCH - FULL ARTICLE
LinkUp: The Music Industry's Newest Disruption Has a Teenage CEOBy Sarah Chen - Published February 4, 2025, 2:47 PM EST
In Silicon Valley, we're used to young founders. But Amias Mars represents something different - a 17-year-old who built a solution to a problem he was actively experiencing, then scaled it to 150,000 users without taking a dollar in outside funding.
LinkUp launched three weeks ago but its single royalty premise is creating shockwaves: solving music's attribution problem. By using proprietary AI that can analyze in real-time, the app creates immutable records of who contributed what to any recording session. It's Venmo meets Pro Tools meets blockchain, without the blockchain complexity.
"The music industry loses billions annually to royalty disputes," says Emery Webb, a music tech analyst at Goldman Sachs. "LinkUp could eliminate that overnight."
What's remarkable is the speed of adoption. Major producers like Murda Beatz have been spotted using the app. Several studios are reportedly in talks to integrate LinkUp into their standard workflows.
Public records show Mars owns 91% of LinkUp through his holding company, Mars Group LLC. Based on comparable exits and current user metrics, conservative valuations place the company between $30-40 million. Some bullish investors we spoke to suggested it could be worth twice that.
But here's where it gets interesting: Mars isn't taking meetings with VCs. Sources close to the situation suggest he's already aiming at strategic partnerships, though, details remain unknown.
"He's playing a different game," says Jennifer Lu, partner at Andreessen Horowitz. "Most founders his age would be chasing unicorn valuations. He seems focused on actual utility."
The timing couldn't be better. Mars's music career is exploding in parallel - his songs currently occupy six spots on the UK charts and three on the Billboard Hot 100. This creates a flywheel effect: his artist credibility drives producer adoption of LinkUp, which in turn cements his position as more than just another rapper.
Industry observers note that Mars registered multiple LLCs before launching - sophisticated corporate structuring typically requiring expensive legal counsel. When asked how a teenager from public housing afforded such expertise, sources pointed to his early business ventures, though specifics remain vague.
"There's definitely more to this story," says one label executive who requested anonymity. "Nobody moves this strategically at 17 without help. But whoever's advising him, they're the ones in control behind the scenes."
Mars himself remains press-shy, conducting no formal interviews about LinkUp.
Whether LinkUp becomes the industry standard remains to be seen. But in an industry notorious for exploiting young talent, Amias Mars has flipped the script: he's building the tools to protect artists like himself.
The question now isn't whether he'll succeed - it's how many industries he'll disrupt along the way.
Disclosure: TechCrunch's parent company has no financial relationship with LinkUp or its affiliated entities.
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ADRIAN'S FIRM - INTERNAL EMAIL
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected], [email protected]
Date: February 4, 2025, 3:22 PM EST
Subject: CONFIDENTIAL: Legal Situation Assessment
Team,
The leaked police document is now circulating on social media. While Amias was released without charge and has no ongoing legal issues, we need to ensure all angles are covered.
Rebecca - Please liaise with Clifford Chance's criminal team. I want a full assessment of potential civil liability, even though criminal charges seem unlikely. The named individuals (Ekane Foster, Kevin, "Apannii") need background searches.
David - Review all contracts and deals in progress. Include specific clauses protecting against reputational damage from past associations. The Red Bull deal particularly needs bulletproofing.
Important context: The interview occurred shortly after his birthday. He was brought in based on accusations from someone named Taiwo Adeyemi. The fact he was released same day with no follow-up suggests minimal credible evidence.
Our client handled the situation remarkably well - addressed it publicly, shut down speculation, returned focus to business. This maturity will serve him well, but we must remain vigilant.
All responses to press inquiries should go through me directly. Our position: "Mr. Mars cooperated fully with authorities and was released without charge. He remains focused on his music and business ventures."
Adrian
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METROPOLITAN POLICE SERVICE
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT
CASE REF: LDN-2025-0847
[OFFICIAL USE ONLY - REDACTED VERSION]
Date: 28 January 2025
Time: 14:30 - 15:47
Location: Shepherd's Bush Police Station, Interview Room 3
Present:
DI Julian Barnes (JB)
DS Maya Patel (MP)
Subject: Male, 17 years (AM)
Appropriate Adult: Female, 36 years, mother (AA)
Legal Status: Voluntary attendance, not under arrest
Solicitor: Declined
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[RECORDING BEGINS]
JB: Interview commencing at 14:30 hours. Present are Detective Inspector Julian Barnes, Detective Sergeant Maya Patel, Amias Mars, and Adrianna Mars, attending as appropriate adult. Mr. Mars, you understand that you do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?
AM: Yes.
AA: I'd like to know exactly why my son is here. He's done nothing wrong.
MP: Mrs. Mars, we're just trying to get clarification on some information that's come to our attention. As we said, Amias isn't under arrest.
AA: Then why.
AM: It's alright, Mum. Let's hear what they have to say.
JB: Amias, are you familiar with someone by the name of Dyno?
AM: I've heard the name around the estate. Don't know him personally.
JB: What about last week Saturday night? Were you aware of an incident involving Dyno?
AM: I heard a few things. Apparently he got shot.
JB: And where were you on that Saturday night?
AM: I was at a party in Ladbroke Grove until about midnight. Then I went home and found my apartment had been broken into. My friend Zane was there—he'd been stabbed. The ambulance, and the police came, then I spent my morning at my uncle's house. You have the report, I assume.
JB: We do. How is your friend doing?
AM: He just woke up on Thursday, my birthday actually. He's getting discharged today.
MP: That's good to hear.
JB: Do you know someone named Ekane Foster?
AM: Yes. We were friends, but I haven't seen him in a while.
JB: How long is 'a while'?
AM: A week, at least.
JB: What about Taiwo Adeyemi?
AM: I know him. Haven't spoken to him recently either.
JB: From what Taiwo told us, you were quite active last Saturday.
AM: Like I said, I was at a party. Then I went home to the break-in situation.
JB: Yes, we've confirmed that. But according to Taiwo, you were involved in some other activities that evening as well.
AA: What is he suggesting?
JB: Taiwo claims that you were involved in a confrontation in Harlesden. He says you killed someone in the woods near Wormwood Scrubs, and that you know who killed his friend Ekane— along with some other individuals named Apannii and Kevin.
AM: Really? That's... quite a story.
MP: Is it just a story?
AM: Detective, those are serious accusations. If someone was killed in the woods, and if Ekane is dead, then you should absolutely investigate that thoroughly.
JB: We intend to. But right now, we're asking about your involvement.
AM: I have no interest in killing anyone. I'm focused on my music career. I just performed two nights in a row at venues in London. I'm gaining traction on streaming platforms. Why would I throw that away?
MP: If Taiwo is shifting blame, why onto you specifically?
AM: I can't speak to his motivations. But think about what you're suggesting. For his story to be true, I would have had to kill someone in the woods, then somehow know about two other murders I wasn't present for, all while discovering my stabbed friend in my apartment—a fact you've confirmed with your own officers.
AM: Unless you're suggesting I'm some kind of criminal mastermind orchestrating multiple murders across London in a single night? I'm flattered by the dramatic imagination, but my life isn't a crime film.
JB: No one's suggesting you're a mastermind. But young men in London get pulled into dangerous situations all the time. Sometimes without fully understanding what they're getting into.
AM: I understand exactly what I'm getting into with my music. And that's where my focus is.
[TIME SKIP - 15:15]
JB: Let's go back to your relationship with Ekane Foster. You mentioned you were friends. Close friends?
AM: We grew up on the same estate. Used to play football together when we were younger.
JB: Any conflicts between you two? Disagreements?
AM: Nothing serious. We drifted apart as we got older. Different paths.
MP: What kind of different paths?
AM: I focused on music. He had other interests.
JB: By other interests, you mean gang activity?
AM: I can't speak to what Ekane was doing. We hadn't been close recently.
JB: But you included him in your music video. "I'm Tryna," correct?
AM: A lot of people from the estate were in that video. It was filmed where we live.
[TIME SKIP - 15:32]
MP: These names Taiwo mentioned - Apannii and Kevin. Do they mean anything to you?
AM: I've heard the names. Don't know them personally.
MP: Never met them?
AM: Not that I recall.
JB: Taiwo seems quite certain you'd know what happened to them.
AM: Taiwo seems certain about a lot of things. Doesn't make them true.
JB: Fair point. But help us understand - why would he implicate you specifically?
AM: People under pressure say all kinds of things. Maybe he thought dropping my name would help his situation. I've been getting some attention with my music lately.
MP: You think this is about jealousy?
AM: I think it's about someone trying to shift focus from their own problems.
[FINAL SECTION - 15:42]
JB: Before we conclude, is there anything you'd like to add? Anything that might help our investigation?
AM: Just that I hope you find out what really happened. If people are missing or hurt, their families deserve answers. Real answers, not just convenient accusations.
JB: And you maintain you have no knowledge of these incidents?
AM: I maintain that I was exactly where I said I was, doing exactly what I said I was doing.
JB: Interview terminating at 15:47 hours. Thank you for your cooperation.
[RECORDING ENDS]
Post-Interview Notes (JB): Subject displayed unusual composure for age. Answers careful but not evasive. Alibi for timeframe checks out with existing reports. Recommend no further action unless new evidence emerges. Note: Subject made comment about party guest "Jaden" with fake Rolex after formal interview concluded - seemed designed to build rapport. Sophisticated for 17.
Post-Interview Notes (MP): Agree with DI Barnes. Subject credible within context. Mother appropriately protective. Seems genuinely focused on music career. Flag for monitoring given associates, but no grounds for charges. Taiwo Adeyemi's credibility questionable - possible attempt to deflect from own involvement.
Supervisor Review (DCI Morrison): Reviewed transcript and notes. Insufficient evidence to proceed. Subject released NFA. Continue investigation into Foster disappearance through other channels.
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@naimsworld
This police document got me looking at Amias different... bro really got questioned about MULTIPLE bodies and walked out same day. Moving like Franklin Saint 😭
@streetsource
Bro got brought in for MULTIPLE BODIES???? And walked out same day????
>@rcts: Man said "no comment" and beat the case 😭
@martiandefender_
Y'all doing DETECTIVE work on a teenager is exactly why he tweets about boundaries. This parasocial behavior is out of control
@DNON Not gonna lie... if Amias really from Bush like that and managed to stay clean while others catching cases... that's legendary composer 💯
@MECHUM
For context: Shepherds Bush (12Anti territory) been beefing with CGM for long. If Amias really from Bush like that... this changes everything we thought we knew about him
@amiasdaily
Notice how he addressed it immediately and transparently? No hiding, no playing up the situation for clout. Just facts. That's maturity.
@7starbehavior
The way Twitter turned into CSI: London over this police document... y'all need hobbies fr 😭
@martians_hq
Statement from Martians Twitter Community: "We support Amias through everything. The music speaks for itself. The art is what matters. Please respect his privacy regarding personal matters. 🛸" [martians.twitter.com/officialstatement]
1.2K replies 15.7K likes
@TheShadeRoom
#TSRInvestigates: Rising UK rapper #AmiasMarsFR was questioned by London police in connection to gang-related incidents that left "8+ confirmed deceased" 👀 According to leaked documents, someone named him as having knowledge of the crimes. He was released without charges, but the streets are TALKING!
@vulturez
Notice how he didn't deny knowing Ekane though... 👀 There's levels to this story we're not getting
@roatemanyviews
Amias Mars really the most dangerous nice guy in the industry 😭 Man will help you with $200 then allegedly catch a body then drop a #1 single
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AMIAS MARS LIVE ON TWITCH
22.3K viewers
The stream had that late-night energy where everything felt both more real and more surreal. Amias leaned back in his chair, scrolling through Twitter on his main monitor while chat flew by on the second screen. The New York house was quiet except for distant voices - probably Zane and Jordan in the kitchen, their laughter drifting through walls.
His streaming setup was deliberately simple - just a sub goal, no fancy overlays, no donation goals plastered across the screen. The triple monitor setup showed OBS on one screen, Twitter on one screen, Twitch chat scrolling impossibly fast on another.
"Yo, this tweet got me dead," Amias squinted at his screen, voice carrying that rasp that came from too many hours awake. "'Amias Mars the type to help you move apartments then steal your girl with a song about taking pharmaceutical grade cough syrup to Eastern European countries.' That's... that's specific as hell."
The chat exploded with its usual chaos:
LMFAOOOOO FACTS THO
W TWEET NO CAP
he not wrong tho 😭😭😭
MARTIANS STAND UP 🛸
yooo rage lurking 👀
Josh in the chat W
Amias caught that last message as it flew by. "Rage in here? Josh, where you at?"
Before he could scroll back through the chat to find him, the Discord notification popped up on his second monitor. YourRAGE was calling.
"Hold up chat, let me see what Rage talking about." He clicked accept, adjusting his headset. The familiar Discord sound played through the stream.
"YERRRR, What's good Amias!" That unmistakable energy burst through immediately. No facecam on Rage's end, but his personality filled every digital corner regardless. "Gang, you really out here taking over! I see you!"
"What's good bro," Amias replied, already smiling. That natural chemistry was immediate. "Preciate it."
"Nah nah nah, but for real though!" Rage's excitement was infectious. "Bro, I'm looking at your numbers right now - you sitting pretty at 22k watching you scroll Twitter! And don't get me started on earlier when you was with Cole Bennett. My boy peaked at TWENTY-FOUR THOUSAND! You know how crazy that is?"
"Man, that whole situation was wild," Amias shook his head, the memory still fresh. "Old man really thought we were KGB or something."
"YOOOOO!" Rage's laughter came in waves, that genuine reaction that made him beloved. "No cap, that shit had me CRYING! Old man said 'I fight KGB bastards!' and took OFF! At his big age! Moving like Usain Bolt!"
"I'm saying though!" Amias was laughing too now. "He had me actually running for a second. I'm thinking this man about to catch me with that Polish flag."
"The way he was swinging it like a weapon though!" Rage could barely get the words out through his laughter. "But yo, what you doing right now? Just chilling on stream?"
"Yeah man, been going since..." Amias glanced at the stream timer and winced. "Damn, three hours already? Time moving different."
"I feel you, I feel you. Plus you been moving NON-STOP." There was a pause. "But check this out though. We got a Friday the 13th lobby going right now. Shit is comedy. We need one more body though."
"Who in there?"
"Oh we got the WHOLE squad." Rage's energy picked up even more. "Fanum, Kai, Bruce going crazy, Adin doing... whatever Adin be doing, TK…. We just need one more to run it back."
Amias rubbed his eyes, considering. He knew Bruce from their Twitter exchanges - they'd been talking about music- but the broader streaming community was still new territory. These were the titans of Twitch, each with their own massive following.
"I ain't gonna hold you bro," Amias said slowly, a slightly embarrassed laugh escaping. "I never played Friday the 13th in my life. I don't even know how that work."
"WHAT?!" Rage's shock was theatrical but genuine. "You NEVER played Friday?"
"I don't know man, just never got around to it."
"Oh NAH! We DEFINITELY getting you in there now!" Rage was practically vibrating with excitement. "Don't even worry about it gang, they ALL trash anyway. I'm telling you right now - Kai die first every single round. Without fail. Jason look at him and he just fall over."
"Man," Amias laughed. "Aight, bet. Let me download it real quick. This might take a minute though."
"We got time, we got time. But yo, while that's downloading..." Rage's tone shifted slightly, and Amias could hear him adjusting in his chair. "Somebody in my chat was saying you was asking about dogs earlier?"
"I been thinking about getting one. Why, what's the word?"
"Gang," The excitement in Rage's voice was palpable. "Ya boy got the bestdogs in the game. No cap! Royal bloodline pitbulls, all day. My dog Creed? That boy is a beast. Papers and everything. His whole bloodline certified, going back generations."
"Oh word?" Amias genuinely perked up. This was unexpected. "That's fire. I'm actually getting a house soon - well, I guess I got it, but I'm moving in when I get back to London. Been thinking about getting a dog for real."
"Say less." Rage was in his element now. "So check this out - Creed just had puppies like four, five weeks ago. Six of them, all healthy, all got that champion DNA flowing through them. They gonna be MONSTERS when they grow up. In a good way though."
"That's crazy. But logistically - could a puppy even make it to England? Like on a plane and all that?"
"Ah, facts facts, you over there." Rage went into explanation mode, his tone becoming slightly more serious. "So boom, here's the thing. They gotta be at least 12 weeks old for international travel, right? Then you got the UK with they whole quarantine situation - that's like another three, four weeks depending. But we could definitely make it work. Just gotta time it right, get all the paperwork correct, make sure they got all they shots..."
"I'm hearing you. What we talking price-wise though? Just so I know what I'm getting into."
There was a notable pause. Amias could practically hear Rage doing calculations in his head.
"So normally..." Rage started, his voice taking on that particular tone people use when they're about to say a big number. "For the royal bloodline joints? We usually talking like... you know what? We been rocking. I'ma bless you with the family discount. Ten bands."
The silence that followed was deafening.
"Ten..." Amias started slowly, his voice climbing. "TEN THOUSAND? DOLLARS? AMERICAN DOLLARS?"
"YO!" Rage exploded into laughter. "NAH NAH NAH, listen though! Before you bug out!"
"Bro said ten thousand dollars for ONE dog!" Amias was laughing now too, but the disbelief was real. "One single dog! Not even multiple dogs!"
"Listen! LISTEN!"
"Man, they got whole dogs at the shelter for like twenty dollars!"
"NAH! YOU VIOLATING GANG!" Rage could barely breathe from laughing. "Them shelter dogs be looking retarded though! One eye looking at you, one eye looking for you! Walking sideways! Missing legs and shit!"
"BRUH!" Amias was genuinely crying from laughter now. "You foul for that! They just need love!"
"They need surgery!" Rage was on a roll now. "Shelter dogs be having every disease known to man."
"You're moving mad right now," Amias tried to compose himself, wiping tears from his eyes. "But nah, for real for real - ten thousand though?"
"Okay okay, let me break it down for you," Rage's voice became more serious, though he was still chuckling. "These ain't just regular dogs, bro. The temperament is completely different. They smart as hell - like, scary smart. They loyal to the death. Protective but not randomly aggressive. They know when to be calm and when to turn up. Plus you getting all the papers, health guarantees for life, they even come trained. It's not just a dog, it's an investment in a companion."
"Man..." Amias was doing mental math, shaking his head. "Ten bands. That's like... that's a whole car. That's multiple cars where I'm from."
"But the dog gonna last longer than a car! And be more loyal!" Rage pressed on. "Plus, let's keep it a buck - you got that music money now. That Spotify bread."
"You got me there," Amias admitted with a rueful laugh. "You really got me there. Aight... man. Yeah. I can do ten. But I gotta pick which one myself. I need to see them, see which one match my energy."
"Oh one HUNDRED percent!" Rage's excitement returned full force. "I'll facetime you, show you the whole litter, see how they move."
"Say less."
"No cap! But let me add you to this Discord real quick. These dudes getting impatient."
—
STUDIO - NEW YORK
Amias wandered the halls, his footsteps muffled by industrial carpet, ears still ringing from another session. Dre had flown back to LA, Em was holed up in the main studio with his engineer, and Amias needed space to think.
Studio C was supposed to be empty - he'd checked the booking sheet. But as he approached, he heard it: piano keys dancing through a progression that made him stop mid-stride. Not hip-hop, not R&B, but something that lived in the spaces between - electronic music with a human pulse.
Through the window, he saw him. Fred again, the British producer he'd heard whispers about. The guy who'd turned voice notes into symphonies, who'd made dance music that could make you cry. He was alone at the keys, lost in creation, building something that seemed to breathe.
Amias slipped inside quietly. Fred didn't notice, too deep in the flow. His left hand held down a rhythm while his right explored melodies that shouldn't work but did. Every few bars, he'd lean forward and adjust something on his laptop, layer another element, the music evolving in real-time.
Without thinking, Amias moved to the second keyboard in the corner. He waited for a natural break in the progression, then added a counter-melody - nothing flashy, just something that fit the pocket Fred had created.
Fred's hands didn't stop, but his head turned slightly, acknowledging the addition. He shifted the progression, making space for what Amias was building. No words needed. The language was in the keys.
For ten minutes they traded ideas - Fred would establish a pattern, Amias would respond, then they'd flip it. The British producer's style was unlike anything Amias had worked with - samples of real conversations chopped into rhythm, emotions turned into electronic pulses, but all of it somehow deeply human.
Finally, Fred let the last chord ring out, turning to face Amias properly.
"You're Amias." Fred said simply. Not a question.
"You're Fred again," Amias responded. "I've checked out your work."
Fred's eyebrows raised slightly. "You know my stuff? Most people your age are into drill, trap. Not..." Fred gestured vaguely at his setup, "Dance.."
"Most people my age are pretty simple minded." Amias moved closer to the setup, examining the complex routing. "I need that energy on my album. What you do - it's not just production. It's architecture. Building worlds."
Fred laughed, but there was interest in his eyes. "I'm not really a hip-hop producer."
"I don't need another hip-hop producer. I need someone who thinks outside the box." Amias pulled out his phone, an idea forming. "What if I could get you something with Red Bull? They just gave me this global deal, touring all their venues. They want me to bring my own team, curate the sound."
"You're offering me a job?" Fred seemed amused more than anything.
"I'm offering you a chance to show the world what happens when hip-hop and electronic music actually talk to each other. Not just a feature or a remix - proper collaboration. Build something that hasn't existed before."
Fred was quiet for a moment, fingers unconsciously playing with the keys. "I've got my own projects, my own tours coming up."
"I'm not trying to own you. Just..." Amias searched for the right words. "When you're free, when it makes sense. Help me build something that changes how people think about genre. I'll make sure Red Bull takes care of you properly. They want cultural innovation - this is it."
"You're 17."
"And you're what, 28? We're both young enough to not know it's impossible."
That got a real laugh from Fred. "You know what? Yeah. Let's see where this goes."
They shook hands, and Amias felt that electric feeling of pieces falling into place. Another builder for the vision.
"One condition though," Fred added. "We work like we just did. No forcing it. If the music wants to go somewhere unexpected, we follow."
"That's the way I know how to work."
Fred smiled. "Then yeah. Let's build some new worlds."
—
HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM
The shopping bags had transformed their bedroom into something between a boutique explosion and a fashion magazine's storage closet. Saks Fifth Avenue's distinctive white bags mixed with finds from vintage stores in SoHo, Balenciaga boxes creating expensive towers next to streetwear from that Brooklyn spot Jordan had insisted was "essential." Through the walls came excited voices - Zel apparently trying on every single sneaker purchase, Jordan's laughter at something, the sounds of young people who'd just experienced their first real shopping spree with real money.
Amias sat on the bed's edge, extracting items from bags with an almost archaeological care. Each piece felt weighted with significance - Japanese denim that moved like water between his fingers, Italian leather that smelled like every aspiration he'd ever harbored, simple t-shirts even that his artistic eye found too much potential in.
Zara was already deep in her own excavation, holding a sage green dress against herself in the full-length mirror. The silk caught the bedroom light in ways that made it seem alive, shifting between emerald and seafoam with each movement.
"This is too much," she said for probably the fifth time, but her smile betrayed any real protest. The dress moved like liquid money. "You didn't have to get all this."
"You wanted new stuff," Amias said, unfolding a shirt with reverence - Kapital, Japanese brand he'd discovered during late-night fashion deep dives when sleep wouldn't come. The construction was immaculate, every stitch deliberate, the kind of quality that justified prices that would've made his younger self physically ill. "Plus, can't have my girl not wearing the same things I do."
"Your girl?" She turned from the mirror, one eyebrow raised in that way that made his chest tight, fighting a smile that wanted to break free. "Is that what I am now?"
"You are." he said, holding her gaze steadily, letting the words carry weight.
The shopping trip replayed in his mind like some fever dream sequence from a movie about new money. It had started calm enough - walking through Soho in the early afternoon, relatively unnoticed beneath hoodies and sunglasses. He'd learned to move different now, confident but not flashy, present but not prominent. They'd made it through three stores before the inevitable dam broke.
The Balenciaga store on Madison Avenue was all minimalist pretension and intimidating emptiness, the kind of place where even the air felt expensive. He'd moved through it like a kid in a candy store who'd just discovered Willie Wonka's credit card, grabbing things without really looking at prices - habit from so many years of window shopping, finally able to touch what used to be untouchable.
"Sir, would you like me to hold these at the counter?" The sales associate, trained from birth to smell new money, had been hovering since they walked in, practically salivating.
"Yeah, cool." He'd handed over an armful - couple hoodies that felt like clouds, those Triple S sneakers everyone was wearing but few could afford.
By the time they reached the checkout counter, word had somehow spread through the teenage underground network. Kids pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, phones out, someone inside had recognized him and whispered to friends, and now security was trying to manage what was rapidly becoming a situation.
"Let me call additional security," the manager had appeared, smooth as silk. "We can arrange a private exit."
"Nah, it's cool," Amias had said, still gathering items, lost in the novelty of it all.
"Your total is twenty thousand, four hundred and thirty-seven dollars," the cashier had announced with the practiced calm of someone who dealt with rapper money regularly.
Amias had been typing a response to Zane about something, only half-listening to the number. "Yeah, coo— wait, hold up. What?"
"Twenty thousand, four hundred—"
"Dollars?" His voice cracked slightly, a teenager showing through the success. "Two zero? Twenty? Not two?"
The cashier's expression was a masterwork of professional sympathy mixed with barely concealed amusement. She'd seen this movie before. New money reality check, starring today's latest young millionaire. "Yes sir. Would you like to review the items?"
"Yeah. Yeah, definitely." He'd scratched the back of his head. "Let's... let's run through that again."
She began listing items with the patience of a saint. "The destroyed denim, three thousand. The Triple S sneakers, eleven hundred. The leather jacket, eight thousand—"
"Eight thousand?" The words escaped before he could stop them. "For one jacket? That's... that's like..." His mind raced through conversions. "That's four months rent. That's a car. That's—"
"Perhaps we could remove some items?" she suggested gently.
"Yeah, take those trainers off please. The white ones." He pointed to the display model he'd grabbed without checking the tag.
"Certainly. That brings us to sixteen thousand—"
"Jesus. Uh, the other ones too. And that jacket. The eight thousand pound— dollar jacket."
Zara had been pressing her lips together so hard they'd gone white, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter as he methodically went through the pile like a man defusing a bomb.
"Twelve thousand—"
"The hoodies too. Except— wait, how much is the black one?"
"That's one of our more reasonable pieces at six hundred—"
"Six hundred dollars is reasonable?" He'd looked at Zara in disbelief. "Am I going mad?"
"Eight thousand—"
"Okay, everything except the black hoodie, them jeans, and..." He'd looked at Zara's significantly smaller pile. "Nah, keep all her stuff. Whatever she wants."
By the time they'd gotten it down to five thousand dollars - still an absolutely insane amount for clothes - he was shaking his head with a rueful smile that mixed embarrassment with amusement.
"Aight, yeah. We good. five thousand for clothes. Man said twenty thousand like it was normal."
Outside, navigating through the growing crowd of fans, he'd muttered loud enough for the nearest ones to hear: "Twenty thousand for clothes? Hell no. That's university tuition. That's a down payment. That's my mum's salary. These brands lost their minds."
The crowd had laughed, someone shouting "Keep it real Mars!"
Now, surrounded by their actually reasonable haul spread across the California king bed, it felt worth it. Not the price tags - those were still insane - but what they represented. The ability to choose, to have nice things without calculating survival math, to not have every purchase be a referendum on responsibility.
"Try this on," Zara held up a chain - simple Cuban link, nothing too flashy, but the gold was real and the weight was right. Not the kind that screamed new money, but the kind that whispered established wealth.
He let her put it on him, her fingers careful against his neck, that intimacy of shared space they'd developed. In the mirror, they looked like different people. Or maybe the same people, just relocated to a different tax bracket. Her in designer silk that moved like water, him in chains that caught the light with understated elegance.
"We really here," she said softly, her hand still on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the cotton.
"Sometimes I still can't believe it," he admitted, covering her hand with his. "Like, three months ago I was serving eighths to make rent, ducking feds, hoping my mum didn't find the knife under my bed. Now I'm turning down twenty thousand dollar shopping sprees because they're too much."
"Because you're smart," she corrected, turning to face him properly. "Anyone can spend money. Footballers go broke in five years doing that. You're building something."
"We're building something," he corrected back.
A knock interrupted - Zel's voice through the door. "Amias! Zane going live on Instagram right now. He telling the story about when you first made 'I'm Tryna!'"
Amias grabbed his phone, pulling up Instagram with practiced speed. Sure enough, there was Zane's face filling the screen, still looking slightly fragile from his recovery but animated with the energy of someone with a story to tell.
"...so boom, we in his bedroom, right? Nothing fancy, just the computer." Zane was in his element, natural storyteller energy flowing. "And Amias plays me this track."
Amias smiled, the memory crystallizing. That night felt like a different lifetime - before the System, before the fame, before bullets and violence and police interviews.
"So I'm like 'bro, what's that?' And he's like 'nothing.' Nothing!" Zane's voice rose with indignation. "Man had a whole hit talking about 'nothing.' I literally had to BEG this guy. 'Trust me bro, this is hard. We need to release this right now.'"
The Instagram comments were flying past:
NO WAY this the real origin story
zane the real MVP for real imagine almost not releasing I'm Tryna 😭😭😭
W FRIEND BRO SAVED THE CULTURE
"Man didn't even want to release it! Talking about 'nah, it's not ready. I don't know if it's good.' NOT READY?" Zane was getting more animated, hands moving. "I knew it was special."
Amias remembered that negotiation - his own insecurity, the fear of putting himself out there, Zane's relentless encouragement that bordered on bullying.
The viewer count had climbed to one hundred, Zane had joined the twitter community so fans were aware of who he was to Amias and flooded in from the story being spread across Twitter.
"Mad love to my brother though," Zane's voice softened, emotion creeping in. "From the bottom to the top. From that bedroom studio to Billboard charts. And we just getting started, trust! Amias, if you watching - I told you that shit was hard! I TOLD YOU!"
The live ended with Zane promising more stories, more behind-the-scenes content, building his own following off the reflected glow of Amias' success. Smart. Everyone eating off the movement.
"You never told me Zane had to force you," Zara said, looking up at him with curiosity.
"I was scared," Amias admitted quietly. "Putting yourself out there like that... what if people hated it? What if they laughed? I'd never done music before."
"But look now."
"Yeah," he said softly. "Look now."
—
X (TWITTER)
@AmiasMarsUpdate
📊 STREAMING UPDATE:
• Twitch: 14.3K average viewers
• Stream w/ Kai Cenat, Yourrage, Fanum, BruceDropEmOff…etc: 24K peak
• Friday the 13th: Trending #3 Gaming
• Total stream time today: 9 hours
• Status: HE DOESN'T SLEEP 😭
• Clip of him dying to Rage: 2.1M views
@zaneliveee [Martian Twitter Com]
Since everyone asking... yes I was there when Amias made I'm Tryna. Man didn't even want to release it. I had to literally BEG him to put it out. Look at him now 🥲
300 replies 7.8K likes 1.4K retweets
@manlikebenji_
People really don't believe Amias started making music in January? I'm from Bush, we all seen him go from trapping to rapping. The evolution is REAL
@westlondontingz: facts I remember when he was posted by the chicken shop
@bushdemcertify: now man got 6 songs charting simultaneously 😭 mad
@ket.source: From trap to rap, most authentic come up in years
@quavohuncho
some people know history... some people ARE history 🤷♂️ stay humble lil homie
@thadedsol: this man SICK 😭😭😭
@mtn_eddy: Quavo going through it
@tmiviper: Quavo been subliminal all day
@TeamGBSwimming
Throwback Thursday: Amias Mars - London Regional Champion 2018, 2019. Lost nationals on one of the most controversial DQs in youth swimming. One of the most naturally gifted swimmers we've seen 🏊♂️ [Attached: Competition footage]
@tfjl: I WAS THERE! That DQ was absolute bullshit, referee had an agenda
@sportsnews: From pool to studio, different kind of strokes now
@RyanPatts: My daughter trained with him. Sweetest kid, insane work ethic
@BBCNews Polish Deputy Prime Minister shares image of @AmiasMars with Polish flag in New York: "The youth connecting with Polish culture in unexpected ways 🇵🇱" [Quote tweet with original flag video]
12.3K replies 234K likes 89K retweets
@n4rtyyy
@AmiasMars your music literally saved my life. I was in the darkest place and Poland made me laugh for the first time in months. Thank you for taking the Wock to Poland 😭🙏
@NoJumper
Streamer YourRAGE really finessed Amias Mars for 10K for a dog 😂😂😂 "Royal bloodline" might be the greatest scam in streaming history
@10starGeneral: 10 BANDS FOR A PITBULL IS OUTRAGEOUS BUSINESS
@kennelclub: Y'all don't understand championship bloodline value
@brokeboisummer: My dog was free and he perfect 😭 he just walk funny
@Amiasclips: The way Amias said "TWENTY DOLLARS" sent me 💀
@OfficialCharts
🚨 HISTORY MADE 🚨 @AmiasMars becomes the FIRST artist under 18 to have 6 simultaneous UK Top 40 entries Previous record: 4 songs (held since 1982) #1 - Redemption #6 - Poland
#11 - Daily Duppy #14 - 8AM #21 - I'm Tryna #39 - That Guy
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@martiandefender_
Daily reminder that Amias is LITERALLY 17 and some of y'all tweets are WEIRD. The parasocial behavior is concerning! Boundaries exist!
@dreus: but on his birthday next year when that clock strike midnight...
@martiandefender_: FEDERAL PRISON. IMMEDIATELY. FBI ALREADY NOTIFIED.
@ukdrillupdates
For the culture: @AmiasMars really used to trap in Bush. We got MULTIPLE confirmations from certified sources. Man went from selling 3.5s by Westfield to selling out shows. The glow up is VERIFIED 💯
@bions: Used to see him by the market moving careful
@westlondonog: Never flashy with it either, always humble
@loca!s: Now he got 6 songs charting simultaneously. God's plan
@grmdaily
Behind The Scenes Fact: When Amias recorded his Daily Duppy, he did it in ONE TAKE. No punches, no retakes. Just straight through. Director said it was the cleanest session he'd ever run 🔥
@PopBase
.@AmiasMars becomes the first artist to chart 6 songs simultaneously while being questioned about murder the same week.
@TheFader
Industry insider: "Every label is panicking. Amias proved you don't need them. He's charting without contracts, building a business, securing nine-figure deals. He's their nightmare scenario personified."
@sonysources: Can confirm internal meltdown at majors @atlanticrecords: We're happy for his success! 😊
@culturereport: That Atlantic tweet cap 😭
@AmiasUpdates
Rage really chased Amias around the map for 5 minutes screaming "CUMMIES" and we all just accepted it as normal content... streaming is undefeated 😭 [Clip: 600k views]
@spotify
.@AmiasMars: 33.7M monthly listeners. Growth rate: +347% Most streamed artist under 21. The Mars Era 👑