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

Tribute to Dr. Weston A. Price, DDS, a pioneer in nutritional research who traveled the world studying traditional diets and their impact on human health. His discoveries revealed how ancestral wisdom, whole foods, and natural balance led to strong teeth, sharp vision, and disease-free lives—until modern diets disrupted it all.

"The Real Remedy"is a powerful anthem about food, history, and health. From the Swiss Alps to the Maasai plains, from Eskimos to Melanesians, this track tells the real story—how refined foods stole vitality, and how the remedy has been with us all along.

Let the rhythm move you, let the message sink in. This is music that makes you think.


Lyrics

Yo, listen up, it's time for a remedy,
Ancient wisdom, cure for modern enemies,
We got the facts, and it’s clear to see,
What you eat determines your vitality.

We got the remedy, no more mystery,
Healing from the root, back to history,
They messed it up with that factory food,
We’re bringing balance, getting back to good

[Verse 1]
They say, "You are what you eat," but you gotta understand,
They took the wisdom from the elders, and they made it bland.
From the Swiss with their butter, to the Maasai and their beef,
Whole foods provide the real relief.
The Eskimos, they thrive on that animal fat,
But the moment they changed, they lost that act.
No disease, no decay, no cholesterol,
But you bring in the sugar, and it’s bound to fall.
Their eyes were sharp, like hawks in flight,
Could track through the dark, with supernatural sight.
Saw constellations far, distant and bright,
With just a glance, they knew the night.
But the food they ate began to shift,
Blurring the stars, the fog in their gift.
Once they saw far, they tracked the unseen,
Now their vision’s sunk, like teeth turned lean.
Teeth still strong, but the sight’s not the same,
From distant stars to now losing the aim.


We got the remedy, no more mystery,
Healing from the root, back to history,
They messed it up with that factory food,
We’re bringing balance, getting back to good.

[Verse 2]

It’s more than just the food, it's the life they lived,
They understood the balance, they gave and they give.
In the Andes, the Peruvians thrive high in the sky,
No tooth decay, no sickness, just reaching for the sky.
In the Melanesians, the secret’s clear,
Coconut oil, sea food, no fear.
But now they’re forced to eat that processed mess,
Heart disease, diabetes, no longer blessed.
The Gaelic Isles, their fish and oats,
Perfect health, that's what they wrote.
But once the refined foods hit the scene,
Tooth decay rose, and the sickness was mean.

[Bridge]

They say “you can’t go back,” but that’s where we went wrong,
Eating whole, mineral-rich foods, that’s where we belong.
Stop with the sugars, the processed, the fake,
Get back to the roots, for health’s sake.

[Hook]

We got the remedy, no more mystery,
Healing from the root, back to history,
They messed it up with that factory food,
We’re bringing balance, getting back to good.

[Verse 3]

Now listen up, you gotta make the switch,
Get rid of the junk, ditch that itch.
Go for the fat, go for the meat,
Healthy bones, strong teeth—now that's elite.
Coconut oil, liver, and fish,
Real food, real health, that’s the dish
You’re not just what you eat, you’re how you live,
So start with the wisdom, take it, give
No more disease, no more pain,
Get back to the roots, and break the chain.
It’s time to rise it's time to stand
Back to the natural take your health back in hand

[Outro]
The real remedy, straight from the ground,
No more sickness, no more sound.
Live strong, live right, take back your time,
Get back to whole foods, it's your prime

The Real Remedy

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

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"GENERATION SELFIE: A SARCASTIC ODE"
(Prod. by Dr Mester | Art by Dr Mester

⚠️ WARNING: This is not a song. This is a mirror held up to the digital abyss.

We live in an age where your worth is measured in pixels, your identity reduced to a pose, a filter, a swipe. Anna Uddenberg’s hollow mannequins laugh at us—we became the art.

This track is a eulogy for attention spans, a middle finger to the algorithm, and a dark comedy for anyone who’s ever faked a smile for the ’gram.

FOR FANS OF:

    Death Grips if they hated TikTok

    Bo Burnham’s "Inside" on nihilistic steroids

    Early JPEGMAFIA meets a Twitter thread gone rogue

PLAY IF:

    You’ve ever canceled plans to stay home and post about "self-care."

    Your phone screen time is your most toxic relationship.

    You know "body positivity" is just another market to exploit.

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(Tag #DystopianHustle #SatireCore #PostIrony)


LYRICS

"GENERATION SELFIE: A SARCASTIC ODE (10/10 CUT)"
(INTRO)

(Whispered, distorted)
"Smile for the algorithm..."
(VERSE 1)

Yo, welcome to the era of the self-obsessed,
Where the selfie stick’s the modern-day holy confess.
Chicks in yoga pants, call it "artistic expression,"
But it’s just another filter for sexual obsession.
Anna Uddenberg’s sculptures hit the core,
Mirrorin' the truth we scroll past, ignore.

Broken homes, no dads in sight,
Single moms grindin’—God left the fight.
Kids raised on screens, no aim, no direction,
Lost in the void, swipe left for affection.
Dismantle the family, turn from divine,
Now it’s all OnlyFans, pay-per-mind.
(CHORUS x2)

Strike a pose, arch that back, call it yoga,
But it’s bait for the likes—a sad kinda toga.
Men scrollin’, zombies with no ambition,
Feeding the cycle, synthetic nutrition.
(VERSE 2)

Without fathers, we get boys that don’t grow,
Mini-man NPCs, no seeds to sow.
They swipe, they scroll, they consume the tease,
Lost in the fog of digital disease.

And the ladies? Play the role they’ve been sold,
Thinkin’ self-worth’s a thigh gap and gold.
The dismantled nucleus—what a sad creation,
An entire generation raised on inflation.

Demoralized values, lost and misplaced,
A culture obsessed with image, image, face, and waist
Hate God, hate purpose, rebel with no cause,
But what fills the void? Fake love, fake laws.
(CHORUS x2)

Strike a pose, arch that back, call it yoga,
But it’s bait for the likes—a sad kinda toga.
Men scrollin’, zombies with no ambition,
Feeding the cycle, synthetic nutrition.
(BRIDGE)

This ain’t just the ladies—boys are demoralized too,
Chasing shallow fame in a world askew.
Gaming, scrolling, wasting their prime,
Trading real ambition for likes in real-time.
Society’s crumbling under this cheap facade,
Calling it freedom while worshipping the fraud.
(NEW VERSE 3)

@VanitySlays posts "awareness" between thirst traps,
Her activism’s just a merch-selling gap.
"Body positivity"—but only if you’re toned,
The rest get shadow-banned, left unknown.

And the simps? Oh, they fund the decay,
Tipping their rent money just for a "hey."
Influencer temples where souls go to flex, 
Sacrificin’ privacy for the ’gram hex.
(CHORUS x2 – SLOWER, DISTORTED)

Strike a pose... (pose...) arch that back... (back...)
But it’s bait for the likes—a heart attack.
Men scrollin’... (scrollin’...) zombies with no vision,
Feeding the cycle—terminal condition.
(OUTRO)

So here’s the truth, raw and untamed,
A world where family trees got defamed.
No fathers to guide, no mothers to teach,
Just a screen in their hands and a world out of reach.

We’re buildin’ a legacy on shallow foundations,
Lost souls scrollin’ through empty temptations.
Strike a pose, take a pic, call it art,
But deep inside—it’s tearing us apart.

(Beat cuts, then a single notification "ping")

GENERATION SELFIE A SARCASTIC ODE

"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 raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

GENERATION SELFIE A SARCASTIC ODE

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