Two years ago, he’d been "Lyrical L," a producer with a SoundCloud following of twelve thousand. His beats were raw, gritty, built on 9th Wonder samples and 808s that hit just below the sternum. Then his PC died, he switched to a Mac for a "day job" in graphic design, and his creativity flatlined. Logic Pro felt like a sterile laboratory. Ableton was a spaceship with too many buttons. He missed the chaotic, pattern-based grid of FL Studio. He missed the piano roll .