You go fuckin stupid, im tryna see you shine and damn if its writtenyou and i finna work together

Shit that popped up while I slept

Orbit 1 I lace fractal frequencies, folding filament syntax
Quantum in the cadence, dual states under my syntax
Wave in the whisper, particle when the kick slaps
Measure renders meaning, I collapse and then riff back
Multisyllabic vectors curve, carving invariant tracts
Cognitive circuits click, clocking spike-timing impacts
Phase-locked loops in lungs, meter mapping the synapse
Symmetry in consonants, vowels surf like a syntax

Orbit 2 I braid nine orbits tight, feedback framing the thesis
Control law in the chorus, damping chaos to pieces
Observer in the pocket, I bias priors to clean this
Kalman in the couplets, noise fades and the mean hits
Topology of motives, motifs spiral in helix
Alliterative gravity drags bars into deep pits
Assonance as an ether, air vibrates where the beat sits
Polyrhythmic overlay, five against your neat grids

Orbit 3 My schema is a schema of schemas, nested recursion
Neuroarchitecture echoes, columns fire in immersion
Columnar microcircuits align to bar dispersion
Gamma binds the features while theta sets the version
Glia clear the channel so signals keep their excursion
Homeostatic balance keeps amplitude from subversion
Predictive coding listening for mismatch and diversion
Error turns to learning, I pivot with each inversion

Orbit 4 I map a city of symbols with streets of stochastic rules
Bayesian boulevards bend truth’s probabilistic tools
Sociopolitical pressure flows through hydraulic pools
Power seeks a gradient, feedback fashions the schools
Actuator is policy, sensor is public mood
Controllers sit in chambers, tuning rhetoric’s food
Oscillation of narratives, limit cycles renewed
Stability is costly when fairness is overdue

Orbit 5 Gene circuits hum in time with the kick and the snare
Transcription in the stanza, translation under the snare
Ribosomes of rhythm assemble meaning from air
Promoters are the prompts, enhancers flicker and glare
Epigenetic memories, marks on measures I wear
Methyl fold of a metaphor, chromatin open and bare
Selection is the crowd, fitness peaks in the glare
Drift in culture’s alleles, rare variants I declare

Orbit 6 I quantize breath to quanta, discrete packets of phrase
Fock space for the phonemes, occupation arrays
Hamiltonian of hunger, I minimize through the maze
Lagrange craft for constraints, optimize in the blaze
Renormalize the jargon, cancel divergences raised
Gauge freedom in my framing, choose potentials I phrase
No-signalling in discourse, I won’t violate phase
Entangle distant meanings, then separate with praise

Orbit 7 My AI bones are tensors, weights welded like rails
Manifolds of understanding unfold in hidden veils
Jacobian of judgments adjusts when data hails
Backprop takes the blame and reduces prior fails
Curriculum of conflict, hard samples, sharper nails
Sparse codes carve the clutter, attention trims the tails
Safety is a Lyapunov, distance to brittle trails
I keep a margin positive, steer away from the gales

Orbit 8 I stage a systems opera, cues queued by causal graphs
DAGs direct the drama, edges tilt moral paths
Intervene, don’t just watch; counterfactual math
Do-calculus cuts confounders that camouflage wrath
Fairness is constraint, Pareto front in its bath
Cost surfaces are rugged; we climb with careful craft
Mechanism before myth; if the story is chaff
I prune it with Occam, then audit every draft

Orbit 9 Return to first conditions, recursion seals the ring
Every ninth I refract it, bring the origin’s spring
I sample from the prior of purpose while I sing
Posterior gets sharper, truth tightens like a string
Breath lines up with tempo, neurons fire in a sling
Meaning rides on rhythm, not the crown but the wing
I write for testable claims, not the glitter of fling
Signal over spectacle; that’s the measurable king



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OLD SOULS PROD BY BROCCOLI

'Gloey Huew' is the adventure of a man who wants to not only live out his dreams, but to live through them as well.

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ODE TO LIFE: INTERLUDE FT. ZAKI

gotta drop old songs to keep the cycle of creation moving im about to b spammin yall

chinos ft. six sev (prod. by walt mansa)

For IsaiahG's Bday we decided to drop the last song off of his EP "T-MINUS" coming in January. Ending the decade with a classic for yall enjoy :)

ISAIAHG- TAKEOFF [PROD. AARON DEUX]

Lyrics.

idk what you been feeling
but you give me a good feeling
you make me feel like im flying
lightning strike me if im lying
you so vibrant like a chamelon
who needs money you’re a million
i want you in ways they dont
feed you grapes give you my coat
i can hold you nice and close
grab champagne and make a toast

cause im yours

baby we can get away. 
take my hand lets run away.

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