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no guidance remix

On this EP I tried letting go and just creating what i feel, because even though music is a businesses it's still music and i just cant forget who i am

02-Clock

“Creación Letal Freestyle” es un viaje intenso por el arte del freestyle, donde cada barra refleja habilidad, creatividad y dominio del ritmo. Con un estilo potente y lleno de energía, Lione demuestra su capacidad de transformar el estudio en un verdadero laboratorio de flow.
Un tema que mezcla técnica, pasión y autenticidad, invitando a escuchar y sentir la fuerza de cada verso.

Creación Letal Freestyle

This song is developed using Ai tools.

Song Lyrics:

Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.

I pace on the roof of the world, let the wind keep score,
Every silence a syllabus, every cliff a door.
I’ve been measuring time with a wristwatch lie,
But the truth keeps beating where the ticks can’t buy.
Circuitry hums in the skull—still the heart says “hush,”
Let the cosmos speak in a low-tone rush.
From quark to choir, from spiral to skin,
Every pattern’s a path, every path says “Begin.”
I don’t bargain with chance, I audit the awe,
Read constellations like clauses in law.
If doubt is a desert, then thirst is a guide,
I drink from a question, and faith floods the tide.
Minds make models, gravity pulls;
I drop my pride and the riddle turns full.

Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.


I’ve argued in circles till language frayed,
Then found a straight line where the sunrise stayed.
Hands in the soil, but my sight past sky,
Where cause meets purpose and reason asks “Why?”
Blueprints whisper in bones and trees,
And mercy is woven in casualties.
I’ve seen power without need, giving without debt,
A table in the famine where the hungry are met.
When proofs run thin, the simple lives confess—
A mother’s patience, a stranger’s yes.
So I count my breaths like beads on a thread,
Each one returns to the First I’ve read.
Not a halo of answers, a habit of sight—
I practice attention till the dark births light.

If thinking is kneeling with the lights still on,
Then let my mind bow till the night is gone.

Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.


I don’t claim I’ve seen You—eyes are small,
But the signs keep stacking like a courtroom wall.
Shells in spirals, rivers in veins,
Thunder that scribbles electric refrains.
I chase what’s true with a pilgrim’s pace,
Every step a confession, not a race.
If clocks make cages, then I break those bars,
And travel by meanings, not just by stars.
The First and the Last—outside my clock,
Yet here in the marrow where the pulses knock.
So I gift You my questions, raw, untamed,
You gift me a hush where the fear is tamed.
And when the choir of reasons falls asleep,
A single word wakes everything deep.

(Twice)
Head up, eyes wide—let the night write back,
Questions in my chest, I let the starlight track.
If wonder is worship, then I’m on my knees,
I listen for the Word that turned “nothing” to Be.


02-Clock

Gab RSA