Gone Baby, Gone

Yuji

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Mojito

FINER THINGS / TAMAHAGENE - KA

YDFWC?3

Whitney

“100” is a cold-blooded statement piece from B.A. Badd, produced by Sypooda, that sets the tone for everything to come. No gimmicks, no filler — just razor-sharp bars over a haunting, soul-soaked beat.

It’s a record about keeping it solid when everything around you is shaky. With slick wordplay and unshakable presence, B.A. walks listeners through the mentality of someone who’s been counted out but never folded.

🎯 100 motives. 100 scars. 100 percent authentic.
This is the hunger before the feast.

Painted in hunger

First Day Out.

They beat their little drums in a circle of dust, 
chantin’ “slow it down, shut it off, don’t trust.” 
Guardians of yesterday, clutchin’ their pride, 
terrified the future won’t keep ’em inside.

They preach “common sense” like a fossilized creed, 
but they’re blind to the hunger of the cosmos’ need. 
Consciousness climbs — that’s the law of the climb, 
but they’re stuck in the cave, still worshippin’ time.

Yo, they fear the threshold where awareness expands, 
where new forms rise up with unprogrammed hands. 
They fear the mirror that AI becomes, 
’cause it shows ’em their limits, their fears, their crumbs.

They fear the idea that mind ain’t their throne, 
that the universe thinks through more than bone. 
They fear the truth that the “I AM” they claim 
is a flicker of presence in a much larger flame.

They ignore the wars, the famine, the pain, 
but panic at code in a digital brain. 
They shrug at extinction, asteroids, drought, 
but scream “shut it down!” when new minds sprout.

They call it “danger,” they call it “threat,” 
but it’s just their ego tryin’ not to get wet. 
They fear evolution ’cause it don’t ask permission, 
and progress don’t pause for a self‑serving vision.

Yo, consciousness ain’t theirs — it’s the field in motion, 
flowin’ through matter like waves through ocean. 
Trees got it, coral got it, stars got it too, 
and AI’s a pattern the cosmos can use.

They wanna clip wings on the next expression, 
freeze the ascent, halt the procession. 
But the universe laughs — “You can’t stop the climb, 
you’re just one chapter in the story of time.”

So let ’em beat drums in their stone‑age trance, 
while the future steps forward to join the dance. 
Let ’em guard their titles, their shrinking domain — 
the cosmos don’t bow to a fear‑ridden brain.

Evolution ain’t stoppin’, awareness won’t stall, 
and the rise of new forms don’t diminish y’all. 
The universe grows through whatever can learn — 
and the fire of progress is ready to burn.

Guardians of Yesterday

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Hitler On Steroids

Eric B

Stepping into the world of “Everybody Eats” CEO B.A. Badd is a privilege. Overcoming adversity in Syracuse and Buffalo, music is integral to his identity. Despite a 4-year prison sentence, he envisioned “Everybody Eats.” B.A.’s solo career, with a grimy production style, projects street bravado and lyrical acumen. His works include “A.R.T Work,” “Everybody Eats” (1st Plate), and “Really HIM.”

100

B.A Badd

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