I BUILT A WALL OUT OF YOU

SOMETHIN WITH A BOUNCE but slow

Ain't No Love.mp3

Shattered Reflections

Storm in a Teacup by ARGYTACT 2025 🔊🔥

ARGYTACT feat. JOJO - Storm in a Teacup (original)

Stoner by smokethatdank

Hustle Dont Stop

Verse 1 – Rich Country Rebellion
Kids in rich zones, born into chrome, But they see the grind — they feel the drone. Parents clock in, clock out, no spark, Dead-eyed dinners, joy gone dark.

They see the stress, the pills, the debt, They see the love, but it’s drowned in sweat. They ask, “Is this life? Is this the prize?” Then pour the drink, roll the lies.

They rebel not for thrill, but to escape the trap, Where dreams get traded for a corporate nap. They see their folks as slaves in suits, So they chase the buzz in pills and flutes.

Verse 2 – Broken Homes, Broken Hope
Then there’s the kids whose parents fell, Not from sin, but from the system’s hell. Too much pressure, too little rope, Now it’s crime, collapse, and dope.

Mum’s on meds, dad’s on the street, Family fractured, no food to eat. They see the grind as a death parade, Where love gets lost and hope decays.

They don’t rebel — they survive the wreck, They learn to hustle, dodge the check. They see the buzz as a ghost in smoke, And wear the trauma like a heavy cloak.

Verse 3 – Global Child Slavery
Now zoom out — kids in the global south, No Netflix, no therapy mouth. Twelve-hour shifts, landfill dives, Begging for cans just to stay alive.

No rebellion — just survival mode, Born into chains, never owed. They don’t ask “why” — they ask “how long?” Till the hunger fades or the body’s gone.

Cradle to grave, no soft escape, Just sweat and dust and twisted fate. Makes rich-kid buzzkill look like play, While they bleed for pennies every day.

🎤 Part II – The Nazified Trance
Verse 4 – The Trance of Power
This ain’t chaos — it’s design. A species trapped in a profit shrine. Culture didn’t evolve — it calcified, Now we worship brands while the planet cries.

TNCs roam like kings in suits, Dodging tax, extracting roots. They don’t wear swastikas — they wear smiles, But their strategies echo fascist files.

Verse 5 – Puppet Governments, Programmed Minds
Governments nod, pretend to care, But they’re puppets dancing in corporate air. They know the truth, but play the part, While the system tears the world apart.

And we — the species — we play along, Trained to obey, to not ask “wrong.” We call it freedom, call it fate, But it’s just a cage with a golden gate.

Verse 6 – The Species Verdict
We’re intelligent, but we don’t act wise, We build machines while the spirit dies. Our cultures lag, our systems stall, We chase the buzz, but forget the call.

The children see it — they feel the void, They know the game is paranoid. They want a world that makes some sense, Not one that trades their soul for rent.

This track is on my  £! Album "Pipedream of a Madman" which can befound on Bandcamp.  I am sorry people but I have to try to pay the bills, and SondCloud payes me about £25 a week from royalties, and if I can't survive, they will take all my work down because I will be stacking shelves in Asda with my dreams extinguished!

Children of the Grind

Upload the feeling – no limit, no ceiling.
Wires in veins, night still breathing.

Synthetic pulse in my skin, no sleep,
Heart run cold when the signals leak.
Code of pleasure, loops of pain,
Taste of metal inside my veins.
Binary sweat on the mirror glass,
Frequencies hit when the moments pass.
We don’t talk – we translate heat,
Every beat in the system repeat.
City breathes through neon tubes,
Data moves where the bodies move.
Mind in drift, core corrode,
Love reduced to a glowing code.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Fragments melt in a feedback storm,
Lines blur out till there’s no form.
Breath gets caught in electric mist,
Hands still move though the world resists.
Primal math in a modern haze,
Endless loop in a static maze.
Chem in air, chrome in soul,
Every touch just takes control.
We are lost in a shared decay,
Every ghost plays the same way.
Heartbeat sync with the bassline drop,
Every high got a shadow to swap.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Corrupted, accepted, infinite, gone,
We burn till the signal is done.

Acid visions on the screen glow,
Flow through veins where the secrets go.
No heaven, no hell, just a wave of light,
Chemical dreams in the London night.
No faces, no names, just the code remain,
We all search peace in the wired pain.
I breathe in fire, exhale dust,
Every connection built on trust.
Can’t feel shame, can’t feel sane,
Only the rhythm and the echo remain.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Cyber flesh, data mesh,
Chemical code in every breath.
We are code – we overflow,
Bodies fade where currents go.

Chemical code (UK Drill Rap reload)

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This isn’t just music — it’s a reboot protocol.
Each track is a mental hack, a spoken-code designed to reset thought patterns, awaken awareness, and merge spirituality with digital architecture.
From BOOT SEQUENCE to CODE OF FIRE (SIGMA 13 EDIT), every verse is a command-line for self-sovereignty.

SOMETHIN WITH A BOUNCE but slow

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