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Ghost City

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BLACK TIE

Captain Save a Hoe

Deaths Embrace

[Intro]
They won't listen to me
Telling me I'm the problem
For pointing out the problem clearly
Tell me my solution is naive
Sounding like a feel-good fantasy

But I'm not dreaming
I've listened, learned, calculated
Evaluated, painstakingly navigated
The claims, the games, the origin of the currency
Walked the real terrain
The map you've been sold, asked me to hold
Is nothing like reality

It doesn't bring me any consolation
To see the con and conflation
And know—
When you're fucking fragile
When that illusion of comfort finally falls
And you see the machine that you've been feeding
The blood and spirits of those you've been eating
To sustain the illusion of success
Through unnecessary, stolen excess

And you scream about the horror
You might even lose your fucking mind
It doesn't comfort me or make me feel better
To realize all I'll have left to say is:

I told you so

[Verse 1]
They got ambulatory schizophrenics at the top
Bought big pharma, the clinics
The academic institutions
Bought the critics, the statistics
Rigged the heuristics, every single one

Impossible to diagnose the sickness
When the diagnosis would
Make you complicit in their illness
Easier to say
"It's just business
This is just how it's done"

[Verse 2]
Functional insanity
Means they can't see the truth from the fantasy

Don't make me explain it
Just ask them to shut the fuck up
Don't contain it, don't reframe it
Don't rename it, don't debate it
Don't triple-A-rate and label it

Just watch the numbers multiply
Watch the psychosis take its hold
And hide behind a suit and tie

No correlation, just a polished presentation
Numbers divorced from reality
When it's time to collect
Watch them keep their theft
And pass the bill to me, you, our families

[Verse 3]
It's not that difficult
Just intentionally complex
Keeps you in the dark
Keeps you writing checks 
Inflation? That’s you subsidizing
their reckless bets.

They found the lamp, 
they built the genie
Conjuring value out of nothing 
Mastered deceit called it belief 
Granting wishes to themselves
Magic numbers on a screen

While you trade your life, 
your time, your energy
For a right to be
They violently enforce their fantasy 

They don't build a damn thing
Don't heal, don't feed, don't house, don't teach
Just skim the difference between what's real
And what they convinced you to believe

Turn your labor into their leisure
Your necessity into their excess
Then charge you interest on the theft
Call it growth, call it progress,
Disrupt and leave a mess.

When the spell breaks and the mirage clears
You thought you were building a home, a career? 
Just bars to your own cage, 
Trapped in their unreality, 
“I told you so” might be all that you hear.

I Told You So

Punk Bitch

Hysterical

https://open.spotify.com/track/4kZfH9D1RtlHXXFL5GFci6?si=2487d73e467045e2

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CEMETERY SHIFT

THE THIRTEEN STEPS. THE ROUGH HEMP. THE FINAL DROP. "THE HANGMAN" is a heavy, atmospheric track that places the listener on the trapdoor of a 19th-century gallows. The beat is a slow, rhythmic stomp, punctuated by the chilling sounds of creaking wood and the snap of the lever. The lyrics follow the sensory details of an execution—from the texture of the noose to the final, terrifying moment of gravity taking over. The crowd is silent. The rope is ready. Watch your step.

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THE HANGMAN

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Name's Cristollo, real to the bone, I rap for the lost, for those on their own.
No fake dreams, no glitter, no lies, Just truth on the beat, pain in disguise.
I spit what I live, no need to pretend, From struggle to money - I don't follow trends.
If you've been betrayed and still stand tall, This music's for you — I speak for us all.

Ghost City

Cristollo

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