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Maestro - Yeraltı Askeri (feat. Linspecteur)

First single from my upcoming album D-xterous 1. Album Will drop by 12/31/25!

Title: Delete Sequence
Beat: Red Rum 

I’m a delinquent watch my delete sequence
Step back, o’ take a pipe to the carapace
you’ll need a brace and a tourniquet 
Quote me I’ll take it out on your tax bracket
No posse, a fee from just me alone
A semi to your colon, pow, no more cologne
Don’t blameshift, this on you, best bemoan
The question is, who’s in control
Alt-Right Media, news, booze & v-tube
Conclusion, send them into space, through the window
I’m Listening to leftist alt rock, getting crocked till my function stops
Okay, it’s totally Key Glock, imma log off 

Demon stater demonstrator
like chainsaw man a devil and a hater
Like Blade a vamp, a rebel and a staker
Like, Nezuko Kamado, demon slayer 
Not a racist freedom fighter
Or a transphobic pro choicer
Just Satan, a usurper of authoritarians
History is told by victors, who are the real sinners, Proletarian?
One condones slavery, slays people in hordes
The other a mystery, condemned by a lord
That’s why I’m hellsworn, with cataclysmic scorn
We’re the hordes, they’re the lords

Rapping over red rum, gotta say murder too
Those are the horrorcore rapper rules
Like Peysoh, with less attitude
I’m more like a vocab dude
D-elivers Live Rails, Partizan, nazi traps, liar, evils reviled 
Horticulture, horror culture, five cent revival
Razor leaf, to vine whip like pokemon stadium
SoulSilver surfer, solar beam, cosmic redemption
HeartGold gladiator, Anubis, maximum processions 
Burn Giordano Carpinus to ash catch uh recession 
dilapidated homes, Ivy dethroned, turned to stone
Yank out the roots, then throw the earth a bone
Spent 4 trill, to up your energy bill,
fuck the earth, and push oil lobbies uphill

D like delta air, still can’t fly out of here
Deltoids like atlas, with an abacus, in the atmosphere
delta x ray, I see pay day decline, delta y 
The line, slopes down over time 
We’re limestone, with rhinestones
Just rocks under tombstones

Delete Sequence

7. Big Twins - Bosses (Feat. Slumz, Man-u-iLL, & Street Genius)

They chased the dollar, the stock, the land,
But now the carrot slips their hand.
It floats above, in vacuum grace,
Where wealth expands in orbital space.

No taxes, no borders, no weather to fight,
Just infinite sun and programmable night.
They build in silence, they build in steel,
And the carrot becomes the cosmic deal.

Water stored becomes currency rare,
And every drop is billionaire flair.
Solar arrays feed endless demand,
And orbital farms feed every land.

No pesticides, no storms, no rot,
Just automated growth in a sterile plot.
And the food? Pure, clean, divine,
Grown in habitats that realign.

Smelting’s easy—just aim the light,
No heat escapes in vacuum night.
Supercomputers hum in chill,
And data flows without the bill.

Research thrives, disease contained,
Air recycled, pathogens strained.
And every habitat becomes a vault,
Of health, of wealth, of no default.

AI builds what humans dream,
Robots work in silent gleam.
No danger, no grind, no strain,
Just orbital progress in a frictionless lane.

And the habitats? Modular, sleek,
Redesigned weekly, sold by the week.
Real estate floats, and markets bloom,
In engineered life beyond the gloom.

OEE’s rise—sovereign and free,
No government leash, no policy tree.
They design the laws, the culture, the vibe,
And advertise lifestyles no Earth can bribe.

They build for profit, but end up divine,
Shaping the future by orbital design.
And the shareholders? They transcend the race,
Owning the blueprint of outer space.

They seed ecologies, not just tech,
And realize Earth was just the deck.
The real game starts when species expands,
And builds with stars in sovereign hands.

They engineer paradise, not just survive,
And wield the powers that gods describe.
They plan the arc of human kind,
And shape the soul of species mind.

This ain’t fiction—it’s the fuse,
The doctrine drop the rich can’t refuse.
It’s not sacrifice—it’s seduction pure,
And the carrot makes the future sure.

They won’t resist—they’ll rush the gate,
To build the habitats that dominate.
And mankind? It lives in dream refined,
Where imagination becomes designed.

The carrot glows, the signal’s sent,
And every dollar finds ascent.
The doctrine lands, the trance is gone,
And the species builds from dusk to dawn.

This is the moment, the myth, the plan,
Where orbital wealth becomes the span.
And the powerful? They build the dome,
Where mankind lives—and calls it home.

Defkhan - Bozzshit

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