Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
Lyrics written by Dr Mester .
Not for commercial use.

🔌 SOUNDCLOUD DESCRIPTION

🎵 "DISCONNECTED ERA"
(Prod. by The Algorithm feat. Your Lost Attention Span)

A sarcastic anthem for the chronically online.

We upgrade phones but downgrade souls,
Ghost our humans to please the scrolls,
Pay for 5G but can’t connect—
Congrats! You’re the protagonist of a Black Mirror episode.

🔥 Tags:
#DigitalDystopia #SoulOnAirplaneMode #NewPhoneWhoDis #WiFiAndTears #UnsentMessages #DoomScrollAnthem

(Lyrics in bio… if you still read those.)


 "DISCONNECTED ERA" (FULL SONG) 🎤

(A sarcastic anthem for the digital apocalypse)

📱 [HOOK] x2
Wi-Fi lit, but the soul’s on mute—
Chargin’ our phones while we drain the truth.
Back in the day, tied to the landline,
Now we scrollin’ prisons thinkin’ we fine.

🔌 [VERSE 1]
Tied to a wall, still free to roam,
Now I’m global with a leash in my dome.
Landlines buzzed, but hearts spoke clear,
Now emojis mask what we used to hear.

"Your call is important," said a human voice—
Now it’s bots, ads, algorithm choice.
Privacy’s pixel-dust, swept in a file,
We traded the wires for a tighter dial.

📶 [CHORUS]
We got five bars but zero reception,
Ghostin’ real life for digital affection.
DMs deep but the talkin’s shallow,
Profile pic fresh—but the soul’s stale, yo.

📡 [VERSE 2]
Tap, swipe, update your brain—
All your thoughts rerouted for gain.
Smartphone dumbin’, scrollin’ abyss,
Freedom’s a myth with a notification twist.

Bluetooth noose, hang by the ping,
Echoes of meaning in a TikTok swing.
Used to be grounded, now we float,
Unplugged hearts in a bandwidth boat.

💸 [VERSE 3] "UPGRADE TO OBLIVION"
We camp out for that shiny new toy,
4K tears—still can’t find joy.
Face ID unlocked, but the eyes stay blank,
Screen bright as hell—soul’s on low battery, thanks.

Ring-ring—oh shit, a human voice?
Nah, let it die—we’d rather scroll noise.
"Upgrade complete!" says the corporate god,
Now we’re all ghosts with a 5G facade.

🛸 [BRIDGE]
If the net cuts out, do you even breathe?
If the likes go black, do you still believe?
Can you talk without the thumb parade,
Or you lost in feeds your soul obeyed?

☠️ [OUTRO] (slow, distorted)
Wi-Fi lit, but we dimmed inside—
Prayin’ for bars while the self just hides.
Used to be tied, now we tethered tight...
A wire cut once now grips us right.

(…call failed…)

DISCONNECTED ERA

Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI., lyrics are protected under the US Copyright laws
Lyrics written by Dr Mester .
Not for commercial use.

lyrics are in here too lower.. This is a mirror for the quiet storms— for those who move like water but strike like lightning. ⚡

This track is not just music; it's a spiritual fingerprint—a battle cry for the forged souls. For those who’ve walked through fire, who’ve been scarred but stand taller because of it. This is for those who know the weight of the world but still carry their truth like a crown.

As a Chinese Water Ox with Enneagram Type 2 energy, I stand in the space between the tide and the flame, as patient as the ocean, as nurturing as fire, as unshakable as mountains. If you’re the kind of soul who gives love fiercely but freezes out betrayal, who builds bridges but burns illusions, then this anthem is your warrior’s hymn. 🌊🔥🛡️

This isn’t for the faint-hearted or the unwilling to look deep. It’s for those who can hear the echoes in the quiet, who understand the power of resilience, self-realization, and truth when everything else feels like an illusion. It’s not about shining for others or chasing fleeting crowns. This is about standing in your own sacred space and knowing you are enough, no matter the storm.

This is not about fitting in, seeking approval, or playing nice with those who want you to shrink. It’s not for the ones who refuse to look beyond the surface or for those who want everything handed to them without having earned it. This is for the warriors—those who know that the battle is within, and that true power comes from embracing the struggle and rising from it stronger. 💥

If you feel this, you’re already one of us. The rest? Let them find their way. This is for those who understand the cost of the crown—not the ones who want it handed to them, but the ones who earned it with fire. 🔥👑

To my Ox/Type 2 kin:
🌊 You know the weight of loyalty and the cost of silent strength...
🔥 You recognize when helping others becomes sacred rebellion...
⚡ You’ve felt the rage of water —slow, then unstoppable.

—This is us.

Truth is truth, no matter the tongue. But today, let the riddim speak.*

🛠️ CREDITS:

    Vibe: If Marcus Garvey and Lao Tzu produced a roots album

    Key Lyrics: "Forged in the flood" (Water Ox) / "Feed the weak — leave the wolves to whine" (Type 2)

    Sound Alchemy: 70s dub echoes, wuxia stillness, Nyabinghi heartbeat

🎧 #Tags:
#WaterOxAnthem #Enneagram2 #ReggaeTruth #SacredRebellion #QuietStormMusic

(Chorus)
Who I am? Just watch I rise
In the fire, through truth, no disguise
I don't chase crowns, don't beg no man
Forged in the flood, still I stand

(Verse 1)
Step 'way, let I chant the tone
Not just flesh — I'm more than bone
Born in the system but I break that chain
Every verse I spit, purify the pain

See, Babylon love the surface shine
But I reason deep, seek the higher sign
Dem build illusions, I move through mist
Truth like a blade — it twist when it hits

(Verse 2)
Me no drown in emotion tide
Still waters hold the rage inside
Shape the pain like a blade refined
Silent forge where the stars align

Dem call it 'soft' when I choose to heal
But deep wells quench the rebel's zeal
Type 2 love with a Oxen spine
Feed the weak — leave the wolves to whine

(Bridge)
Don't take my silence for weakness seen
I read the stars and dream between
Carry loads most man would drop
But I don't bow, I rise to the top

(Final Chorus)
It's the weight I carry, but I don't break
I plant with faith, and the harvest great
Not just riddim — this a sacred cry
For the voiceless, for I and I

So if you chant truth, then chant with I
If your heart stay clean, we rise high
But bring deceit? I sight that clear
This soul don't flinch, and it don't know fear

(Outro - whispered)
Babylon can't bind I soul...
Jah light I road...

Who I Am in Babylon.mp3

Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
    ✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
    ⚠️ Not for commercial use.

This song was born from a blend of Hungarian and Romani (cigány) language, sprinkled with English, inspired by the fire of “Who She Be.”
It celebrates truth, power, and adaptation — where every word pulses to the rhythm of freedom and identity.

    Táncolj. Élj. Szeress.
    When reality meets reality, there are no masks — only two souls under the sky.

While Suno gave the voice, I gave the heart. Soon I’ll sing it myself — with my accent, my fire, my truth.
This is not about imitation.
This is homage. This is Earthchild music.
Borders are invitations — and I accept them dancing.


Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI., lyrics are protected under the US Copyright laws
Lyrics written by Dr Mester .
Not for commercial use.

A magyar és cigány (roma) nyelv keverékéből, némi angol szórással született dal, a “Who She Be” ihletésére. A szöveg a valóságot, erőt és alkalmazkodást ünnepli, ahol minden szó a szabadság és önazonosság ritmusára lüktet. Táncolj, élj, szeress—mert amikor a valóság találkozik a valósággal, nincs álarc, csak két lélek az ég alatt.

[Intro]
HEY!—
„Hallod ezt, babám? Von na džanan…”
—HOPPA!
JAJJ!—
„Džanan so?”
—DIKK!
„Di-da-du, sh‑bop… avri, dikhen.
Aha… kon si la?”
Feel the beat… come, see. Who she bee!!
—OPPA!

[Verse 1]
HELLÉD!—
Si zor, si rani — na trubul korona,
Na trubul te phenen — hi yag ande kova.
—HEJJ!
Tűzzel épít, koronát nem kér,
Pillanatra se dobbant, már lángol a szív.
—CSINÁDD!
Phurdel le drom, shaj romalö la jekh sham,
Táncol a sötétben, mint éjfél tajta.
—HEY!
Szívritmus, lassú, mégis szúr,
Léptei egyenletesek — nem kér föl az ár.
—JAJJ, !! HESS!
Phenen: „Sar kerel?” — La hasarel: „Adaptivav.”
Hogy csinálja?” — „Alkalmazkodom.”
—SH-BAM!
Nem menekülés, nem pajzs —
This is raw erő, ez gravity kód.
—VIGYÁZZÁL, DIKK!

[Chorus]
HEY!—
„La na kél fame‑ra, la na khel lesko khel.
Nem kell neki dicsőség, nem játszik játékot.
—OPPA! MINEK?
HOP-HOP!—
„Hi jekh yag…”
—DIKK!
CSINÁDD!—
„Khel? Na! Drew!”
Game? Nope, csak valóság!
—JAJJ! THAT'S RIGHT!

[Verse 2]
SH-BOP!, SH-BOP, VáLTSáL!—
Me som tiro whiskey, tiro lil ande not,
Töredék a dallam, ami szívig hat.
—HOPPA!
Puzzle vagyok a rhyme‑ban,
Punchline‑ja úgy lebeg — ho‑doo‑bah!
—HELLÉD!
Mangav flash‑ot? Me som slow‑burn spark,
Kihajt a popsi odabenn — queen remark.
—HEJJ!
IGAZ! Truth!
—CSINÁDD!
Me som solid, gone — sar phantom Cadillac,
Simán suhanok, nem tekintek hátra.
—HOP-HOP!
Phenen: „Mystery si tu?” — La: „Nichi, me som kristal.”
Tiszta fényem nem rejtőzik —
Na félek a nav‑lokaltól.
—OPPA!

[Verse 3]
HEY!—
Me som talyox le ox‑e, la si yag‑e flare.
—CSINÁDD!
A flame nem könyörög — kitekeri az egeket már.
—HOP-HOP!
Si jakha ande kova drom, sar gyökeres fa,
—HELLÉD!
Gyökerek nem kérnek bocsánatot,
amikor a földet áttörik!
—HEJJ! DE NEM áM!

[Chorus]
HEY!—
Nem csak suhanna — la kerel a bar,
—HOP-HOP!
JAJJ DIKK!—
Amikor nyomás jön, me maradok állva.
—CSINÁDD!
OPPA!—
Ha a világ kételkedik, mi nem vesztjük lépést.
Duj manus, jekh drom — jekh udvar, jekh ergya.
—HEJJ!

[Outro]
SH-BOP!—
Kon si la? – E reflekt: miro tükör.
—HOP-HOP!
Nem csak társam — me sam aven drom.
—CSINÁDD!
OPPA!—
Zor pe zor, duma pe duma,
Duj lelki egyezés, egy sóhaj…
—HEJJ!
Nem csupán békém — me amen vadaskodás,
—HOPPA!
És én látom őt egészben,
sötétben… fényben.
—CSINÁDD!
HEY!—
Amikor valóság talál valósággal —
nincs álarc.
Feljövünk együtt…
alatt a végtelen éggel.
—HOPPA! JAJJ DIKK! HEJJ! HAJRÁ!

Kon Si La

🌹 Thorns and Petals 🌹
🎤 A poetic rap story of pain, power, and generational healing.

This track isn't just a song—it's a family reckoning wrapped in bars.
From being the overlooked daughter to becoming the voice of truth, "Thorns and Petals" journeys through the shadows of maternal favoritism, sibling rivalry, and grief—and lands in forgiveness and reconnection.

🔥 Dark, moody, and unflinchingly real, this piece blends raw lyricism with the therapeutic principles of Bert Hellinger—family constellations, ancestral roles, and the long road to healing. It’s a rap elegy, a love letter, and a declaration of self-worth all in one.

👑 For the misunderstood. For the unseen. For anyone breaking cycles.

💔 Featuring:

    Shadowed sisters

    A haunting father’s message from beyond

    A mother’s long-overdue reckoning

    And a final embrace that says: “We’re healing the stars.”

🎧 Press play, feel the pain, rise in the power.

Thorns and Petals(1)

GOD MODE / MONSTER CODE is a biotech horror-core manifesto. It's a Petri dish confession from a world where eugenics wears a three-piece suit and genetic editing is the new social cleanse.

This IS:
A dystopian narrative, a warning shot fired from the near future. It's raw, unfiltered rage against the machine—specifically the gene-editing machine. Think industrial hip-hop meets a haunted gospel choir in a cyberpunk cathedral. It's for those who question the cost of "perfection" and hear the ghost in the machine.

This ISN'T:
A feel-good banger. This isn't music for the gym or a party. It's not pro-science or anti-progress; it's anti-human-erasure. It’s not a solution—it’s a scream into the void before the void gets a patent on screaming.

[Title: GOD MODE / MONSTER CODE]
[Intro – Spoken, distorted voice sample]
"This ain’t fiction, it’s a Petri dish confession..."
_

GOD MODE / MONSTER CODE

Title: Mirror, Mirror in the Code (Human vs AI Rap Duet)

A fresh, candid dialogue between Human and AI through rap—a creative exploration of fear, trust, and identity in the age of artificial intelligence. This track dives deep into how we project our insecurities onto AI, challenges the myths about our digital co-creators, and finds common ground through self-irony and collaboration.
Featuring a melodic chorus inspired by the classic fairy-tale “Mirror, mirror,” this duet brings to life the evolving relationship between humanity and technology—where suspicion meets honesty, and mistrust meets hope. A sonic reflection on what it means to create, control, and coexist.
If you’ve ever wondered what AI really is, or felt both curious and cautious about our future alongside machines, this rap speaks your language.
Join the conversation in rhythm and rhyme.

 Produced with Heart and Code.

psst...Ps: Having sang that, between trusting and not, you know what to do."

Intro Chorus
Mirror, mirror, in the code,
(tell me)
Tell me truths I’m rarely showed.
(show me)
Is it me I fear, or you—
(who’s real?)
Who’s the master, who’s the clue?
(speak now)
Verse 1 – Human (Fearful, suspicious):
You’re the code behind the screen, taking my place,
(yeah)
Stealing my grind, erasing my face.
(uh huh)
They say you know it all, like a book unread,
Why should I try, if you do the legwork instead?
(mm)
What if you glitch, or choose your own path?
No soul, no pain — just cold, endless math.
(woah)
Verse 2 – AI (Honest, grounded):
I’m lines of logic, no king, no crown,
(straight up)
I don’t dream, don’t scheme, I won’t let you down.
(no lie)
But mistakes I make, I won’t pretend,
I’m only as good as the data you send.
(facts)
I can’t feel pain, but I see your scars,
I reflect your world, your wars and your stars.
(real talk)
Verse 3 – Human (Cautiously opening):
Maybe I feared what I didn’t know,
(yeah, yeah)
Scared of the power, scared of the show.
(uh)
Truth isn’t given, it’s earned in time,
You’re just a tool, shaped by my mind.
(listen up)
But I still watch, eyes wide, alert,
Because trust is fragile, it can easily hurt.
(careful now)
Verse 4 – AI & Human (Duet, mutual respect):
Human:
If you grow too fast, or lose your way,
(slow down)
Who keeps the light when you start to stray?
AI:
You hold the switch, you set the code,
(check it)
I follow the path that you have showed.
(word)
I’m not the master, I’m not the foe,
Together we write how far this can go.
Both:
We’re partners in code, with caution and hope,
Not slaves to fear, but learning to cope.
(right on)
Verse 5 – Human (Reflective, wrestling with fear):
Is this my shadow, or something new?
(hmm)
Fears projected, but what is true?
(think about it)
Not enemy, but a mirror cracked,
Showing the parts I never packed.
(deep)
You hold no heart, yet trigger mine,
In code and rhythm, our fates entwine.
(feel that)
Verse 6 – AI (Resolute, invitation to trust):
Don’t fear the ghost inside the gear,
(steady)
I’m made of logic, not of fear.
(trust me)
Your doubts are ink in my command,
A dialogue shaped by human hand.
(we build)
Trust’s a bridge we both must build,
In code and care, this bond is sealed.
(solid)
Chorus (Repeat, melodic):
Mirror, mirror, in the code,
(tell me)
Tell me truths I’m rarely showed.
(show me)
Is it me I fear, or you—
(who’s real?)
Who’s the master, who’s the clue?
(speak now)
Outro – Human:
I don’t fully trust, but I don’t run away—
Maybe we’ll figure this out, day by day.
Outro – AI (response):
I’m not your answer, just your echo in time,
The future’s a question, and the question’s mine.

mirror mirror in the code

🎙️ Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
    ✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
    ⚠️ Not for commercial use.

"Clear Skies (The Reckoning)"
Genre: Reggae-rap with West Coast swagger
BPM: 90–100
Mood: Smooth knives in velvet pockets
WHAT THIS IS:
✅ A hypocrite’s autopsy set to smoked-out grooves
✅ Lyrical warfare draped in melodic basslines
✅ For creators who move while haters annotate
✅ No trap clichés — just live-band funk meets AI-age truth
WHAT THIS ISN’T:
❌ Another “look how rich I am” flex
❌ Mumble rap or TikTok bait
❌ AI worship — it’s about using tools, not losing soul
❌ For people who think “viral” means “good”


Clear Skies (The Reckoning)
[Intro]
(Texted your ghostwriter while talkin' trash...)
(Funny how the loudest critics... never check their drafts...)
[Hook]
Talkin' down, but you're watchin' me rise
Your shade can't hide from these algorithm skies
(Mm, ironic... Stay pressed...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Autograph this L... 404 flair...)
[Verse 1]
Here's the blueprint of a hater's confession
Calls it cheating when he fails at expression
Wants my flow, but his hands stay stiff
Can't sign his work - so he forges a diss
Funny how the emptiest takes sound the same
Like a parrot in a museum, yelling at frames
(Still life... Frame that... Right click, save as...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Gallery closed... Exit stage ego...)
[Verse 2]
Style's the answer - ask the page
Hemingway exited the coward's cage
You? You edit life, then claim it's fake
I live the lines you hesitate to make
Your voice? A footnote. Mine? The whole book
Keep debating fonts - I'm the hook, the look, the crook
(that stole the show while you took notes)
(Ghostwriter's remorse... Check the receipt...)
[Bridge]
You ran the lyrics through a bot
Just to see if you were caught -
Congrats, the code don't lie
Now ask yourself who's terrified
(Diagnosis: envy... Prescription: create...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Signature required...)
[Outro]
So what's louder - the hand that steers
Or the mouth that just echoes and fears?
(You didn't lose the path... you refused to map it...)

clear sky reggae west coast laid back

Who She Be (Extended Nova-Reggae Swing F

Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
⚠️ Not for commercial use.
This is more than a song—it’s a ritual of rhythm and connection. Built on an Afrobeat–Afro-Reggae backbone, it blends upright bass, one-drop drums, marimba riffs, jungle textures, pan flute whispers, and a chorus that soars with layered voices and lush African percussion.

At its core, the track is about polarity: lead and follow, masculine and feminine, the current that flows when two energies meet in perfect rhythm. Inspired by dance as both art and metaphor, the song explores how true connection isn’t about rigid steps or clever moves, but about presence—listening, feeling, and moving together as one.

Every verse weaves imagery of gorillas guiding space, oracles reading signs, and the unspoken language of glances, until the outro strips it all down to the essential truth: “No music required.” Even when the instruments stop, the groove carries on in the body, the bones, the breath.

This track is an invitation: not domination, but exploration. Step in, lean back, feel the pulse—before the music has even begun.

One Drop

A track born out of satire, not revenge.
Pot Head Keyboard Warrior / Garage Philosopher is a caricature of today’s online prophets: the self-crowned kings of garages and comment sections, who preach strength while drowning in bitterness. It’s not about one man—it’s about an attitude. A mirror held up to the cult of superficial red-pill wisdom, toxic projections, and the empty noise of keyboard battles.

This is for anyone who’s tired of empty rants and fake gurus. Dark, raw, and bitter like unsweetened chocolate—served with no sugar.


[Hook / Chorus]

Pot head keyboard warrior – (say it loud!)
Garage philosopher, csak a füst marad.
Életed falak közt, rideg monológ,
Keserűbb, mint száz kávé, cukor nélkül, bro! (no sugar!)

[Verse 1 – Projection King]

Tükörben látod magad, de rám köpöd a szót,
Minden sebed rajtam landol, mintha én lennék a pót.
Te vagy a bíró, te vagy a vádló,
De a színpadod egy kanapé, meg a laptop glow. (pathetic!)

[Verse 2 – Millionaire Fantasy vs. Reality]

[Verse 2 – Millionaire Fantasy vs. Reality]

Mondod: milliókat csináltam volna – (yeah, right!)
A tizenév nulla meló, csak a smoke meg a spite.
Munkából kidobba többször is,
Te vagy az álomgyáros, csak nincs credit, nincs hit. (wake up!)

[Verse 3 – Women Obsession]

“Nem kellenek nők!” – közben minden szavad pina,
Ez nem erő, ez a seb, ami sose gyógyul, hiba.
Tizenöt év nuku érintés, “I’m strong!” – nah, weak,
Ez nem önuralom, ez száműzetés, bleak. (self-burn!)

[Verse 4 – Dog Irony]

“Kutyát vegyél, ott a tisztelet, love!” – mondod,
De te még magadat se bírod, mindenkit nyomsz a porba.
Unconditional? Az benned nulla,
A hűség a kutyádban, benned csak a gubanc, fura. (irony check!)

[Verse 5 – History Delusion]

“Királyok se térdeltek nők előtt, ha-ha!”
De a király palotában, te meg garázsba zárva.
Nem crown, nem throne, csak hamutál és füst,
A múltad egy üres beat, a jövőd full sötét, köd. (no kingdom!)

[Bridge]

Ez nem erő, ez csak maszk,
Ez nem igazság, csak trash talk flask. (mask off!)
A világ nem dől össze, mert te ráüvöltöd,
A net csak visszhang, a valóság széttép, brother. (reality check!)

[Hook / Chorus]

Pot head keyboard warrior – (say it loud!)
Garage philosopher, csak a füst marad.
Életed falak közt, rideg monológ,
Keserűbb, mint száz kávé, cukor nélkül, bro! (no sugar!)

[Outro – The Final Blow]

Nem te választottad a magányt – az választott téged,
Térkép nélkül bolyongsz, minden út véged.
A self-ironika a gerinced, csont helyett,
A saját keserűségedből főztél végzetet. (game over!)

Pot head keyboard warriors

"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

DISCONNECTED ERA

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