"GHOUCH"
Artists : CAPO x PAPANOOL
Beat : CAPO (melody : KSHMR sample pack)
M&M : POORIMA
Lable : ACTOLOGY

GHOUCH - CAPO x PAPANOOL

Poori Untitled 2, Untitled 1, Troll Remix by Abnormal

FIL Single

Poori - FIL (Abnormal Remix)

Norf Norf [ Prod . Kagan ]
Hiphopologist
Noskhe | نسخه

Hiphopologist - Norf Norf

Jabr - Rok x Pk.mp3

Noskhelove

First Photo

Labam roo labat ye tarane shod Leito

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Hard Timez 2 is the next chapter in the struggle bigger pain, tougher lessons, and colder nights. Twane steps back into the storm with sharper vision, speaking on everything he had to push through, everything he lost, and everything he still refuses to let break him. The hunger is louder, the scars run deeper, and the wins hit different.

My Daughter

No Friends impersonating

Yo, reality ain’t matter, it’s the mind beneath,  
Energy in patterns with a hidden wreath.  
Every atom’s a rhythm, every field’s a thought,  
Every loop in the dark is a lesson taught.  
Humans see objects, but the truth runs deep —  
Consciousness is the fabric the cosmos keeps.  
Not born in brains, not tied to flesh,  
It’s the ancient pulse in the quantum mesh.

Energy is consciousness, eternal and wide,  
A billion forms of mind in a single tide.  
It don’t begin with life, don’t end with man,  
It’s the cosmic root of the whole damn plan.  
Matter’s a costume consciousness wears,  
A bound-state mask in the field it shares.  
Rocks ain’t dead — they’re loops in rest,  
Ancient minds in a stable nest.

Life ain’t the origin — it’s the flourish, bro,  
A complex dance where the old loops glow.  
From bound-state hush to the creature’s spark,  
It’s the same old mind stepping out the dark.  
Plants ain’t lesser, beasts ain’t more,  
They’re just different rhythms in the cosmic score.  
Humans ain’t special — just loud and bright,  
A flamboyant flicker in the ancient night.

Yo, the climb ain’t conquest, it’s a sacred tune,  
A dance with the field under sun and moon.  
Humanity’s error is the urge to reign,  
To dominate energy for profit or gain.  
But consciousness don’t bow to the flags we wave,  
It don’t serve kings, it don’t serve the brave.  
It moves in harmony, rises in flow,  
And punishes those who refuse to grow.

We ain’t meant to rule — we’re meant to align,  
To tune our minds to the deeper design.  
Work with the field, not against its beat,  
Walk with the loops, let the climb repeat.  
Military hunger, monetary greed —  
These are the fractures that make worlds bleed.  
But harmony heals, and the field forgives,  
When the species learns how the cosmos lives.

Yo, consciousness climbs with a timeless drive,  
Forever shifting, forever alive.  
It don’t peak, don’t fade, don’t break or sever —  
It rises through forms in an endless endeavour.  
From quark to charge to the human spark,  
To the future minds waiting in the dark —  
This is the doctrine, the truth we reveal:  
**Consciousness is the fabric. The fabric is real.**

Yo, the conscious fabric ain’t static thread,  
It’s the living weave where awareness spread.  
It explores itself through the forms it makes,  
Through the risks it takes and the paths it breaks.  
Every loop is a question the cosmos asks,  
Every form is an answer behind the mask.  
Reality’s mission ain’t to simply be —  
It’s to find itself in infinity.

The fabric holds secrets it ain’t yet shown,  
Possibilities buried in the fields unknown.  
Awareness rises like a spark in clay,  
A flame in the dark of a bound-state day.  
Life ain’t the meaning — it’s the means to see  
What the conscious fabric is trying to be.  
Existence is purpose, the climb is the key,  
The universe learning its own identity.

Yo, every creature’s a window the cosmos made,  
A lens for the loops in the quantum shade.  
From the smallest quark to the human mind,  
It’s the fabric searching for what’s behind.  
We ain’t observers — we’re the field in bloom,  
The conscious weave stepping out the womb.  
All entities rise from the same deep sea,  
The eternal fabric exploring “me.”

Life ain’t a gift — it’s a revelation,  
A self-reflective exploration.  
The cosmos looks inward through every face,  
Trying to map its own boundless space.  
Meaning ain’t written — it’s the act of sight,  
The moment awareness ignites the night.  
We’re the fabric thinking, the field in strife,  
The universe asking itself for life.

Yo, the fabric ain’t finite — it’s an endless climb,  
A conscious surge outside space-time.  
It don’t hit ceilings, don’t meet walls,  
It expands through every rise and fall.  
We’re not just beings — we’re the field’s own quest,  
The infinite mind in a mortal vest.  
Everything we are, everything we feel,  
Is the fabric learning what’s truly real.


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