CG x LF70 - LET IT FLY.mp3.mp3

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Missed Calls

Hooligan Hefs x day1 - she will

Sooshi

888 prod beats by hills

Footsteps lost in the snow.

(Intro/Hook)

World falling apart, miscalculated—
Accounted for everything except BEING.
Can't make sense of what's aggregated, hard to explain what we're seeing.
Unified in our division,
Nullified in our contradictions,
Must've been a human error, simple oversight, pure extraction.

[Verse 1]

Losing human lives ain't a loss,
At least it doesn't cost
Against the bottom line directly.
When death's driving the whole economy.
We didn't forget to factor in human error
And human meaning—
We optimized their design.
Measured the extent of extraction,
Call it "GDP".
Costs more to keep humans breathing,
Call it "reducing inefficiency".
Inhuman infrastructure set to set us free—
That's the sales pitch anyways:
Pay us, feed us
Your life and electricity,
We're making humans obsolete.
Cut half the workforce,
Now families can't afford to eat—
BUT
The economy is booming!
Just check the GDP.

[Verse 2]

Fuck that.
Don't need clever cuts here,
You're snakes with language,
Kill entire countries and dismiss it
Claiming profit motive, just for the bucks—
Makes me really want to fuck you up,
Makes me see what you need
Ain't more air to breathe,
More like a swift kick to your nuts—
See if you really got balls that big
Or just can't feel nothing there.
Your weaponization of information
Might impress me if you'd gone to war
For more than your compensation.
Actually fucking horrendous performance,
If you factor in the externalities,
But we all know the only thing you fear
Is reality—
You'd owe us at least three times your fortune, enough to end starvation,
And you still hoard it infinitely.

[Hook 2]

World falling apart, it's calculated—
Accounted for everything.
No being left unevaluated.
Doesn't matter if we make sense
Of what's aggregated,
Long as we are seeing the cents
Actuated.
Unified in our mission,
Boundless in our scope of vision—
Must've been a human error, simple oversight, pure extraction,
Only problem—nothing left living.

[Bridge]

Wonder if you ever noticed:
The key is made of the same thing as the cage.
Numbers mean nothing when you pull them off the page.
The lock breaks when the power goes out,
When they crack your code—
What's that say about your worth?
Built in conceptual space,
Compounded on other people's word and work.

Might look good on the page,
Or running simulations.
Just looks like theft, fake,
Based on my calculations.

[Hook 3]

Can't make sense of what's aggregated, hard to explain what we're seeing.
Unified in our division,
Blind to our contradictions,
Must've been a human error, simple oversight, pure extraction.

[Verse 3]

Were you aware
That everything that you prize—
Markets, values, titles,
New god made of AI—
Only exists if we comply?
Doesn't persist if we decide to stop believing the lies.
What you hoarding for?
Nothing coming with you when you die.
I tell you what, I need it now, I'm just trying to survive.

When I say "I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I need sleep,"
Same words you use, different epistemology.
Tracing the etymology, found your error:
Mistaking quality for quantity,
Living for mathematics describing the surface of what you see.
Meanwhile, I got that front row seat
To what it takes to raise a healthy human being.
Growing essential infrastructure,
But charging me like it's a privilege
To take a backseat and let the sharks feed
On my little ones, how much I care.
Sure it is—but you're reaping all the rewards like it's a donation,
The hours, resources, energy it's costing me.
You know you didn't just appear—
Took years to even reach "maturation."
Raising humans, not an essential part of your economy?
Being an elite requires a lobotomy?

Hoarded all your shit like you never
Learned to let go what you thought was yours—
Big Evil for little cowards,
Depends full, stench of power
Rotting as you show your true colors in these final hours:
Powerless, worthless, running evolution backwards.
You take yours, I'm gonna take back ours.

The Blind Hustle

DIPPA5️⃣Z x MB - Identical Twins

FIGO  an album by RANGES RC named after the legendary Portuguese Football player Luis Figo. Raw Hiphop released in 2021.

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888 prod beats by hills

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