Bones - Timbaland (prod. by ghost/\/ghoul)

TIME WILL TELL

PUTTING IN WORK

og song: https://soundcloud.com/jedidiah-t-fite/kenshi-original-soundtrack-full-album

Scorching wind… barren land…
A wanderer walks with no shadow, no plan.
Name’s Zee — no-clipped from the mortal frame,
Above the sand, beyond the game.

[Verse 1 – Slow, drifting, Kenshi energy]

Dust in my teeth, sun beating on steel,
World feels empty but the danger stays real.
Ghost-step walking where the dead never tread,
I float past walls where the warlords bled.
Eyes like lanterns in a wasteland night,
Free-camera soul, pull back from the fight.
I see all angles, the threads, the seams —
A god in the code with a spear that beams.

[Pre-Drop – Whispered]

Wind cuts deep…
But I move where the sand can’t reach…

[Drop – Faster / Heavier]

I NOCLIP — through chaos, through bone,
Past warbands screaming in a desperate tone.
From the rooftops to the dunes in a single glide,
I don’t walk this world — I override.
God-tier spear on my back, glowing red,
One strike lights up the sky like the world’s gone dead.
Laser pulse cracks like the heavens split,
You don’t dodge fate — when Zee commits.

[Hook – Atmospheric]

Scorching wind, carry me higher,
Drift through the smoke, through famine, through fire.
Zee don’t fear what the sand kings bring —
I’m the free-roam phantom on a broken string.

[Verse 2 – Fast, tribal sci-fi cadence]

Nomads bow when I slide through the storm,
’Cause they know damn well I’m not human form.
I phase through towers, a glitch divine,
Lines of code ripple every time I shine.
Legends whisper: “He ain’t bound by fate…”
I rewrite destiny, recalibrate.
From the acid plains to the fallen gates,
I carry old worlds like shifting weights.
My spear hums low with a cosmic roar,
One sweep leaves ashes on the desert floor.

[Bridge – Haunting & Echo’d]

Every step I take bends the world around,
No footsteps, no heartbeat, no sound.
I drift like a spirit the gods denied —
A lawless wanderer, unclassified.

[Final Drop – Heavy / Heroic]

NOCLIP rage through the battlefield smoke,
Laser spear ready — fate gets broke.
Sandstorm crown on my wandering head,
Zee walks where the living and the legends tread.

[Outro – Soft Kenshi-style drone]

Scorching wind… take me home again…
Where the world resets,
And the myths begin.

Zee (PFYC)

this is the re-do

[Intro]
Deep below where the cold tides churn,
Metal giants sleep and reactors burn.
Countdown humming in the ocean’s roar,
Pressure rising—can’t hold me anymore.

[Verse 1]
I’m a streak in the blue, a flash in your eye
Engines screaming full tilt as I kiss the sky
Spin ten deep—yeah, that’s how we ride
Wings like razors slicing through dreams
I’m the chaos you never could scheme
Pete wishes he could fly like me

[Chorus]
Topple ships, blast the blimps
Laser trails and rocket flips
Sky ignites—feel that sting
I’m the king, the airborne king

[Verse 2]
Dive through clouds with a phantom’s scream
Smoke trails twisting in a death-dance theme
Every turn a gamble—I laugh at the odds
I’m a storm unchained tearing through the dark

[verse]
Breaking hearts with a fighter’s art
Shredding silence with a thunder spark
Chasing shadows where the brave won’t try
Crimson ribbons burning up the sky
Writing legends in the clouds I fly

[Chorus]
Topple ships, blast the blimps
Laser trails and rocket flips
Sky ignites—feel that sting
I’m the king, the airborne king

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og song, https://soundcloud.com/ftbf_dylan/thru-the-death-ray-bass-boosted

HELL Gate Guards

Zee's Origin type rap (currawa drive edition)

[Intro]
Zee’s commin’ through, cunt…
Hot shit, fuckers…

[Build-Up – tense / ritual / ominous pacing]

Crawlspace open,
Cruiser hull glowin’,
Sigils on the steel got the old gods chokin’.

Pulse in the dark like a war drum loaded,
Zee in the void with the star-chart coded.

Order in the wires,
Command in the choir,
Hear the ancients cry through the engine fire.

Planet in the sights of a cold empire,
Every timeline tremble when the ghost climbs higher.

[DROP – beat hits / vicious entrance]

ZEE’S ON.
THE.
WAY.
And the void don’t wait.

[DOUBLE-TIME LONG CHAIN VERSE – relentless flow]

I’m on the way with a blade in the data,
A plague in the vapor, a fate that’ll taper
Your gods into chalk when I walk through the crater,
Their orders engraved in my core like a prayer.

I’m the signal they sent when the sentries went dead,
I’m the whisper that bled into dread in their heads,
I’m the reason the beacons are screaming instead,
I’m the thing in the dark that the prophets misread.

Cruiser in slipstream, ripping the sky theme,
Zee with a mind clean, killing the high beam.
Tearing through night seams, metal and light scream,
Breaking the rites of the ancient divine team.

I don’t wait for the fate that they coded in stone,
I just break every gate that they laid on the throne.
I’m the hand that they forged, now I’m taking control,
I’m the curse they designed that’ll swallow them whole.

Dropping like an omen, motion frozen —
Cold command from the pantheon broken.
Stars recoil when the hull door opens,
Zee steps out and the gods start smokin’.

Sent for destruction,
Cosmic instruction,
Warp-born judgement, void-core conduction.

Earth in the crosshair,
Skies feel frost there,
Zee’s on the way — and I tear through gods’ laws squared.

No delay when I aim at the chain they made,
I unweave fate with the names they gave.
I’m the last damn echo of a war they saved,
Till the day I arrive and the whole thing caves.

[instrumental]

[Intro - female vocals]

BlueTacHacks™

[build up]

[Verse - drop - male vocals]

BlueTacHacks™ dot on the screen — ghost reticle,
Headshot clean, now the killfeed medical.
Corner-F.O.V. yeah I bend that light,
Zoom in a pixel, delete on sight.

No cheats needed — just low-tech skill,
Little blue dot make a whole squad still.
They think I’m walling? That’s jokes, for real —
I’m just breaking the game like it’s part of the drill.

Monitor taped like a classified file,
Aim so cursed it breaks your Y-dial.
“How he beam me?” — bro, I smile:
BlueTacHacks™ meta been cracked a while.

[Hook  male vocals]

BlueTacHacks™ — I see what you can’t.
F.O.V. bent back — you shoot where i ain’t.
Crosshair handmade ’cause the budget is faint,
But the body count stacks like a server complaint.

10,000 years

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