Cedry2k Poezie Balistica playlist

Cedry2k - Nevertebrate

Atatcuri de panica Al5lea Element-Aforic,Bitza,Dragonu Ak47

Cedry2k -Tot ce am (cu Cabron si Puya)

Cedry2k -Ore de varf

Cedry2k -Berceni progresu

Cedry2k -Cancer (cu Axes si Aforic)

Cedry2k -Bum bum

Cedry2k -Idealuri (cu Bitza si Raku)

Carbon ft Bitza-Arhitectul

Nimeni Altu' - Bucuresto (cu sek93)

Humans are intelligent, 
so why ain’t we living that way, 
educated masses, brightest minds, 
but the system treats us like prey. 

They call us “consumers,” “voters,” 
categories carved in stone, 
criminal condescension, 
stripping the cortex down to bone.

[Verse 2] 
Consumers? 
That’s a lie, nodes in a grid chasing pay, 
buying goods for fulfillment, 
but the soul don’t work that way. 
The rich cut wages, stack their gold, 
sip champagne in the sun, 
while the rest conform to survive, 
reality directed by none.

[Verse 3] 
Voters? Another scam, 
swallowing party spin, 
false promises recycled, 
hollow speeches to win. 
Politicians entranced in their dream, 
blind to the cosmic climb, 
while the people hope for change, 
wasting precious time.

[Verse 4] 
Where are the thinkers, 
the serious minds, 
the ones who should stand tall, 
streetwise, educated, 
hypnotized instead by the grind of it all. 

Families chasing security 
in economies insane, 
lecturing reels for clout, 
recycling ideas for gain.

[Verse 5] 
Genius enlisted for war, 
creativity chained to survive, 
weapons sharpened, 
oppression cycles, 
keeping hope barely alive. 

The minds that should solve extinction 
are trapped in economic prayer, 
religio of numbers, 
fear of labels, 
persecution everywhere.

[Verse 6] 
But history is ending, 
the scroll is burning bright, 
we demand intelligent leadership, 
not flags and endless fight. 

Mankind is a jewel in the cosmos, 
self‑aware, beyond ecology’s cage, 
ready to leave, ready to build, 
ready to write a new page.

[Verse 7] 
With AI and robotics, 
anything is possible now, 
automation, cosmic ascent, 
the doctrine shows us how. 

But leaders lie, hand us guns, 
hoard wealth in vaults of stone, 
pretending they’ll ride out the crash, 
blind to the seeds they’ve sown.

[Verse 8] 
So mark this scroll, the flame, 
the final word we bring, 
it’s time to smell the coffee motherfuckers— 
the Shapeshifter’s promise sings.

Cedry2k -Idealuri (cu Bitza si Raku)

Florin-Bogdan

Related tracks