Name: SOY EL PSICOPÁTICO CON 13 PERSONALIDADES by EL3MENDO
Duration: 2 min 57 s
Description: El track más psicológico: voces internas, identidades chocando, creatividad partida en trece filos diferentes.

“Feedback"is a haunting exploration of identity and autonomy in the surveillance age. The track opens with the fundamental human need for reflection and response - "feedback" - but reveals how digital systems have hijacked this natural process, leaving us isolated in "rooms that's always all black."

The spiritual core emerges in intimate nighttime prayer, where the artist finds authentic connection with God away from "forces trying to mold me into machine." This sets up the central conflict: genuine human feedback versus algorithmic manipulation.

The surveillance verses are chilling in their specificity - tracking eye movements across screens, analyzing pupil dilation, mapping thoughts for the "perfect time to strike." The paranoia feels justified rather than unhinged because the technology is real and invasive.

The psychedelic hooks create space for deeper questioning: "Are you what you can't see? What you can't read? What you can't speak?" These dreamy interludes feel like stepping outside the matrix to examine reality from higher consciousness.

The progression moves from confusion through surveillance awareness to spiritual resistance. The final declaration - "Oh God almighty I reclaim my agency" - isn't just personal liberation but a call for others to find their authentic voice beneath the digital noise.
This is conscious rap for the algorithm age - where the enemy isn't just corporate greed but the systematic harvesting of human consciousness itself. Timely, urgent, and deeply spiritual resistance music.

Feedback[Explicit]

Harvest the Future

[Verse 1]  
I woke up to the fridge humming your favorite song  
Your toothbrush still wet, but the water’s long gone  
Coffee went cold, I drank it black like my lungs  
Tasted like the “forevers” that slipped off your tongue  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every mirror’s a crime scene, lipstick on the frame  
Every shadow’s a witness whispering your name  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m slow-dancing with death in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Verse 2]  
Your voicemail still says “leave it at the beep”  
I call every hour just to hear you breathe  
The cat stopped eating, she waits by the door  
Paws on the glass like she’s begging for more  

[Verse 3]  
I wore your hoodie till the scent turned to dust  
Now it hangs in the closet like a criminal’s trust  
Neighbors stopped knocking, they know what they’d find  
A man made of echoes and cheap boxed wine  

[Pre-Chorus 2]  
I wrote “come home” on the fog of the glass  
Watched it vanish like every second chance  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m crowd-surfing through hell in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Bridge 1]  
If heaven’s got Wi-Fi, send me a sign  
A thumbs-up emoji, anything fine  
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more tonight  
But the screen stays black and the stars lost their light  

[Bridge 2]  
I dug through the laundry, found your airplane ticket stub  
Destination: anywhere but here, anywhere but us  
The departure board blinks like a heart giving up  
Gate 23, final call, but I’m still in love  

[Breakdown]  
Tick… tick… tick…  
(That’s the clock counting heartbeats I’ll never get back)  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep… (voice breaks)  
I’m dancing with death… (string bends sharp)  
Catchy little hook… (feedback howls)  
La-la-la-lie… (whisper)  
La-la-la-lie… (barely air)  

[Outro]  
 “Hey, it’s me… pick up… I miss you already.”  
[Beep… line dead.]

La-la-la-lie

Oh My Lord

Tehran Dreams

We burned bright, then turned beautiful. Neon Dust is what’s left when love outlasts the night.

Neon Dust

For all the folks who wish you good luck, gee thanks.. 

Good Luck

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EL3MENDO — HIJO DEL FUEGO
Afro-Cuban Hardcore Hip-Hop ⚡ Spanglish Boom-Bap 🔥 Trap-Mambo.
Born in the chaos between faith and hustle. Raised between batá drums and block sirens.
I mix Yoruba mysticism, New York boom-bap, and Miami street soul into sonic rituals.
Every verse is a rezo, every bar a brujo’s command.
⚡ From the block to the altar — welcome to the Fire Gospel.

#HijoDelFuego #AfroCubanRap #StreetRitual

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