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..."
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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

"FYI SoundCloud: This is rockabilly, not modern rock. Tell your algorithm to check its hearing."
🎙️ Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
    ✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
    ⚠️ Not for commercial use.


 "Clear Skies (Rockabilly Reckoning)"
Genre: Rock & Roll / Retro Rockabilly
Mood: Swagger-heavy, ironic, groove-packed

WHAT THIS IS:
✅ A hypocrite’s autopsy in blue suede shoes
✅ Riff-loaded call-out with side-smirk soul
✅ For rebels who jive while critics scribble
✅ No plastic pop – just real licks & lightning wit

WHAT THIS ISN'T:
❌ Another ego-fueled nostalgia act
❌ Trend-chasing in a vintage jacket
❌ Tech worship – it’s tools with soul, not soulless tools
❌ For those who fear progress louder than they dance

Live from the echo chamber...
It’s another sermon from the sidelines
(Uh-huh-huh... Check your reflection, baby...)
[Verse 1]

I caught a whisper in the hallway
Talkin’ slick while you hit replay-yay

(Rewind that!)

Said I cheat with a digital tool
But your search bar says otherwise, fool

You throw shade like it's gospel truth
But you peek in the lab when you need a boost.

(Sneak thief...)

Say it loud, say it proud
But your silence got that nervous sound.

(Cricket noises...)

[Pre-Chorus]

Mockin' the ship you're hidin’ under
Spittin’ sparks while you steal the thunder.

(Lightning strike!)

You can't dance to the truth you duck
So you two-step out and wish me luck!

(Buh-bye now...)

[Chorus]

Clear skies for the reckoning
No clouds left to hide your spin.

(Spin cycle...)

You laughed while the beat was breakin’
Now you singin’ from the place you caged in

Clear skies, and the sun’s still shinin’
Truth got rhythm, and the groove ain’t lyin’

(Word to Elvis...)

[Verse 2]

You got drafts you won't admit
And ghostwrites you can't commit.

(Sign here...)

Playin’ cool but you're takin' notes
From the tool you claim you never quote

Mirror cracked? That’s no surprise
(Seven years bad luck...)
You’ve been duckin’ your own eyes
Tryna roast me with secondhand flame
But the kitchen know who cooked this game.

(Recipe: stolen...)

[Bridge]

You ran the lyrics through a bot
Just to see if you were caught
(Busted flat in Memphis...)
Congrats, the code don’t lie
Now ask yourself who’s terrified?

(Record scratch...)

[Outro]

Maybe you don’t hate the mirror...
You just don’t like what you see-ee/

(Ooooh-wee...)

Clear Skies (Rockabilly Reckoning)

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

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

A vibrant fusion where Afro swing meets deep Dancehall soul. Commanding, soulful female vocals soar over a smoky baritone harmony, weaving a tale of two strong forces aligning as one.

This is for the real ones. The builders, not the posers. The queens who know their worth without a crown and the kings who recognize that fire. It's an anthem of modern partnership, built on mutual respect and unstoppable rhythm.

The Vibe: Confident. Soulful. Unbreakable partnership. Riding with your day-one. Building legacy under open skies.

Who She Be (Lyrics)

[Hook 1 – Intro | Echo]
Who she be? Look pan di mind,
Di fire, di focus, di tings weh bind.

[Verse 1]
She a force, she a queen, no crown fi show,
No need fi prove, her fire a glow.
She nah pose fi selfie, nah full-body frame,
No duck face, no likes — she movin’ inna game.
She ride di tide, but she shape di sea,
Know when fi stand, know when fi lean pan me.

[Verse 2]
Mi di cool inna yuh bop, di jive inna yuh groove,
Di kitten wid claws when di scene start move.
Yuh want flash? Mi di slow-burn spark,
Grace pon lock wid a bite inna di bark.
Mi cherry cola kiss wid di knowin’ glance,
Soft pon di step, but mi lead di dance.

[Hook 2 – Echo]
She nah need di fame, she nah play di game,
A queen wid no crown, still di same.

[Verse 3]
Mi di slick inna yuh slide, di mood inna yuh blues,
Di truth inna di room when dem sell fake news.
Mi nah shrink fi soothe yuh pride,
But mi walk wid yuh — side by side.
Mi bring calm when yuh world ignite,
Mi warm yuh hand inna di coldest night.

[Bridge 1 – Playful Call & Response]
Yuh dig mi steady? It’s di real McCoy,
No cornball act — mi destroy wid joy.
“…Destroy wid joy!”

[Verse 4]
Mi di ox inna di yoke, she di fire inna di flare,
Mi hold it down, she light up di air.
Mi di pull inna di grind, she di spark inna di glide,
Mi move di load, she move wid pride.
She nah mi echo — she mi flame,
Mi see har whole — light an’ dark — an’ speak har name.

[Hook 3 – Together]
Di kind weh nah just ride — she build.
When di pressure rise, mi stay still.
If di world doubt, we nah break pace,
We walk fi we path, but match inna grace.

[Verse 5]
Mi di storm, di hush, an’ di fire,
A queen fi mi own right, nah tire.
Mi build di frame, mi nah chase di stage,
Legacy deep inna every page.
Mi see tru di fake — mi nah pretend,
Solid an’ true — mi nah break, mi bend.

[Verse 6]
She step strong, nah fold,
A force a har own — heart pure an’ bold.
She nah need di noise, or lights fi shine,
She know har worth — carve inna time.
If she stand by me, it nah defense —
It rhythm an’ bond. It consequence.

[Bridge 2 – Harmony Build]
She know when fi rise an’ when fi rest.
Silence speak louder dan di rest.
Nah shadow, nah shield — she di flame.
Mi nah her owner — just proud a har name.

[Final Hook / Outro – Full Harmony]
Who she be — a mirror to me.
Nah just partner — mi destiny.
Strength to strength, mind to mind,
Two forces meet, two souls aligned.
Nah just him peace — mi part a di fight.
An’ mi see har whole — inna light an’ night.
When real meet real, no disguise —
We rise as one... under open skies.


Who She Be Patois

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

La versione italiana ad alta energia di "Who She Be". / The high-octane Italian version of "Who She Be".

Get ready for the sun-drenched, street-party version of "Chi È Lei"! We've rebuilt the track from the ground up with a punchy four-on-the-floor disco beat, a slapping bassline, and funky accordion riffs that drive the groove.

This is Italian funk-rap at its most energetic. Playful, traded rap-sing vocals bounce over a backdrop of Clavinet stabs, tamburello flair, and crowd chants. It’s cocky, it's fun, and it's built purely for the dancefloor. Forget the drama—this is pure, unadulterated festival energy.

L'atmosfera: Festa di strada, estate italiana, energia da palco, ritmo contagioso, orgoglio, ballare fino al tramonto.

Chi È Lei

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

“Where G-funk swagger collides with 1950s swing jazz—two photons flirt through rap, upright bass walks, and cosmic groove. Not just music, a bioluminescent transmission-cellular vibration.”


What it is:

A biophotonic love-rap opera, where neuroscience meets funk-hip-hop swagger.

Vintage swing jazz walking upright basslines colliding with modern rap cadences.

Equal parts sexy, nerdy, and metaphysical.

A track that will have dancers two-stepping while philosophers stroke their chins.

What it is NOT:

A basic trap loop you’ve heard a thousand times.

Background noise for gym bros.

Your grandma’s swing record (unless she was secretly on mushrooms).

A TED Talk about mitochondria, though it flirts dangerously close.

[INTRO – Photon A (Female, flirty) – 4 Bars]
Hey bright boy, where you headed now?
Photon B (Male):
Just got bounced off collagen — still holdin’ my vow.
Photon A:
I just zipped through pineal, caught a glimpse of the crown—
Golden like mitochondria when the voltage’s sound.

\[VERSE 1 – Photon B – 8 Bars]
I be the flash that ride nerve tracks slick,
Syncin’ heartbeats to rhythm, photonic and quick.
You talk radiant—yeah, girl, I see the spark,
But I carry cellular plans like I’m Light in the Dark.

Just buzzed thru fascia, did a lymphatic slide,
Tuned every T-cell like a DJ with pride.
And while you vibin' through glands like a backstage pass,
I update every strand—DNA gets my class.

\[CHORUS – Both – 8 Bars]
Aye, aye—who shine brighter?
Two photons, but one igniter.
Ping-pongin' through this temple wide,
Left-right lobe with a quantum glide.

From brainstem buzz to skin so sweet,
We bounce through fields where soul and flesh meet.
No lone light wins, it’s co-creation,
Biophoton flirtation, cellular vibration.

\[VERSE 2 – Photon A – 8 Bars]
Boy, I’m the flame in your synapse leap,
I whisper codes while your melatonin sleep.
I jazz the gut with a dopamin’ kiss,
And when stress rise up—I harmonize the abyss.

You emit raw, but I sculpt in tone,
Reflect intentions in the peptide zone.
I’m chi, I’m shakti, I’m the yin in your spark—
Glowin’ even when the aura goes dark.

\[BRIDGE – Both – 4 Bars Call & Response]
Photon B:
But tell me this, can you phase like I do?
Photon A:
Please, I polarize *twice* before you even shine through.
Photon B:
Respect—truth is, you light my flow.
Photon A:
And I curve with grace, through every bio-glow.

\[VERSE 3 – Photon B – 8 Bars]
From third eye pulses to the big toe bend,
I carry thoughts you ain't ready to send.
Bounce me wrong? I decohere wild,
But align me right—I beam like a child.

In trauma’s crypt I lose my hum,
But give me Bach and greens? I start to strum.
Jah food makes me whole, refined kills my tone,
I’m light turned loose—or I’m dimmed to bone.

\[CHORUS 2 – Both – 8 Bars]
So here we glow, twin pulses bright,
Spittin’ waveforms deep into the night.
Not lover nor fighter, but coded design,
Each flash divine, in coherent line.

You reflect, I transmit, both got grace,
Same speed, same force, different face.
No throne, no fight, no solo fame—
We orbit truth in Jah light’s name.

\[OUTRO – Both – 4 Bars, Spoken + Whispered Layer]
Photon A:
So next time they chase light in a wire,
Photon B:
Remind 'em we *talk* through bones, not just fire.
Both:
This ain’t just glow—it’s the whole transmission:
Two photons, one mission—divine precision.

Flirtatious Biophotons

NOT HERE TO TRADE HOLLOW FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW NOR NEED LIKES OR ANY PROPOSAL, TY!

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