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Kaam 25

Kaam 25 (Sacred Games)

Easy and, uh, uh, uh, uh Techno Grind 

Goa trance, psychedelic trance, electronic dance music Baggy 

Imagine: AI whispers remix insomnia into forever dawn.  

I get up 

Goa trance
Stylistic origins	
	
Punk Benz Rave on-neo-psychedelia



✨🧘⚡️🧘‍♂️

Mind the gap 
Flip flop flow 

We are already home
No worries, talk later 

#Ara and Lee 2025 @grok imagine #SuperGrok

A meditating man in the center, with shoulders thrown back and head looking forward - eyes closed and serene. In the background, brilliant clouds of white ebb into the room, curling and twisting as it rises like the ocean mist. The light is pure, so bright it flares against the dark interior of an ancient tent. 

At every cardinal direction, six-winged cherubim hover just above eye level, wings brushing the flame without scorching. Their faces are turned inward, gazing at the burning figure with tenderness and awe. Thirty paces back, half hidden by the haze of incense and dust, the Ark of the Covenant waits, gold faces catching the firelight, the lid cracked open just enough to let one shaft of light shoot forward and illuminate the small crowd of watchers.

FTP 6-2

They built the bridges, paved the roads, Raised the children, carried the loads. But now they’re parked in rusted beds, While the system counts its corporate threads.

Retirement’s a word that should mean peace, But it’s become a slow release. We lock them down, we dim their light, And call it care while we steal their right.

But space? Space is the answer we missed, A place where gravity doesn’t twist. Where old bones float, and pain lets go, And dignity returns in zero-G flow.

No stairs, no strain, no aching knees, Just orbital grace and cosmic ease. We build for them, not just the young, And the doctrine speaks in every tongue.

Float them home, don’t let them fade, They earned the stars with every trade. Retirement ain’t death—it’s design, And the future must honor the aging spine.

We treat the old like they’re past tense, But they hold the wisdom, the consequence. They know the cycles, the hidden cost, They remember what the world has lost.

So we build in orbit, not just for thrill, But to give the elders back their will. Not luxury—but rightful place, A sanctuary carved in space.

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue, A species promise long past due. We build for grace, not just for speed, And meet the elders’ deepest need.

They float, they rest, they teach, they shine, And the doctrine realigns the line. We don’t discard—we elevate, And retirement becomes a cosmic state.

Float them home, don’t let them fade, They earned the stars with every trade. Retirement ain’t death—it’s design, And the future must honor the aging spine.

Float Them Home

Hauli Hauli - Sidhu Moose Wala, Big Byrd, Sunny Malton

Ek Din Pyaar

Ek Din Pyaar (Tadipaar)

Punya Paap

3:59 AM

Written and Performed by Lil Kabeer and Karun

https://www.instagram.com/lilkabeer86
https://www.instagram.com/beingkarun


Produced by GNRS

https://www.instagram.com/gnrsmusic


Mixed by Udbhav

https://www.instagram.com/shaastriji/


Mastered by Kuns

https://www.instagram.com/kunsasfuck/

Anant (feat. Lil Kabeer)

3:59 AM

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