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DUCT TAPE DREAMS

A $AD LUXURY LULLABY (FT. LIL JAFETTY

Created 2025 - Ghost Tapes Album.
Freestyle and performance by Ghoston.
Human lyrics. AI-powered production.
More coming soon.

[Intro]
Yeah
This is live entertainment right here freestyle for everybody who wants to listen
I try to go freestyle I like this beat you know this from the radio 805.9
Let's go let's go
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm just sitting on the stage looking at my life reminiscing what is going on
Looking at me lie
I don't know what's happening when I see you
Everybody dreaming everybody wanna come in the door
Money comes to me in the life
Money goes away everybody wanna give up
Trauma's messages with you as a little guy
You don't know what's going on in divorce matters huh
Yeah what is that sign up I ain't going military
Everybody's gonna ask if you got it tactically you gotta really act
Nobody gonna listen to you if you're gonna lie
I just have the firm documents in hand here you go remote work
I'm just really gone in the mountains I'm just gonna float
I don't know if you give me head baby one more time on the go
If I wanna go far I'm just gonna fly
I ain't gonna put torpedoes in your life no hacks
I ain't gonna lie somehow you wanna go
Everybody dreaming yeah I wanna be on the go
Nothing's gonna change maybe you're my only kind
If I'm gonna play games baby one more time
Gone gone Britney because I just like the blondes
Everybody blue eye brown I just blow
Everybody listen to me man life's a bomb
Gonna have fun everybody drinking on
Yeah I see it happening in the fucking game
E-B so nice I'm just gonna fucking go again propel
Give me fucking dice I'm just gonna change life
I know how to play beer pong huh
Yeah see it in my name
Everybody gonna think the guy go away

[Verse 2]
Reminiscing from the past I go like this
Everybody's looking at me like what the hell is this
Question mark in his head
Putting out the gun to my head I'm gonna go away
Everybody gonna go into the dream
Listen to me if you wanna give me a hit
In the round you just go 12 rounds again
Smoking weed every day how you gonna behave
In the sun thinking I got the diamond D
Because I'm just blowing up I got the Terra King
Everybody listen when I go into town
Buying swords everybody wanna put down
Money on the house I just buy BTC
Nobody gonna tell me what the fuck to do with my in
Money pocket yeah I'm gonna fucking transfer
Everybody gonna go like what the hell is on air
Weed cocaine I don't do that shit man I drink away anyway
When I go to the party game I'm just on the couch like Jose
I'm just dreaming what the hell is going on with the scene every day
Punky people changing everybody's stabbing
People times you crave mating everybody's lying
I'm just looking at me like I wanna be the party
Did it leader boy everybody's fucking lying
I'm just the handsome one in the scene
Everybody pushing in I just got my tickets please
Going back into town yeah buy me one
I ain't gonna stab I'm just gonna pull it up
Got my fucking bar in my life no way Jose
Come back to me we go away
Money in the car a million dollar inbound
Traffic lines everybody's gonna change life
Red shirt if you see me far
Never gonna bleed I don'

Radio 805.9

Created 2025 - Ghost Tapes Album.
Freestyle and performance by Ghoston.
Human lyrics. AI-powered production.
More coming soon.

Tentacles Everywhere

Radio 805.9 Live #2

Created 2025 - Single.
Freestyle and performance by Ghost Cudjoe.
Human lyrics. AI-powered production.
More coming soon.

[Intro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah back right here)
(Back in the studio next thing)
(I'm a little bit sick you know)
(But)
(We just wanna see what happens)
(Shout out to Ray Pandora Beats on YouTube)
(Nice beat bro)
[Verse 1]
Yeah I got it yeah I got it man put my shoe on
I'm just gonna walk all over your face yes I have to spike
Yeah I got it coming on the channel when I'm surfing on the web
I'm just gonna click on everything
Yes I got the spam I'm just eating when I can at the dinner table all the time
If you wanna take me out let's go
I got the two cents man put my bank on the go got the checks
Writing with the ink
Everybody trying to tell me man I got the kink
I just have my head in my thoughts all day
I don't go out anywhere this is my game really
I'm just gonna portray everything online digitally when I'm coming right back
Put my hand on yes I have my own drink got the bar
Whiskey please gold neat I don't mind if I put two ice next to me
Howdy's every day trying to tell me I'm a music
I'm amusing
Every day I go trying to tell me one time just let's go
Looking everything I got my own phrase
Got my sentence five years in the name
Loyalty I go back to the Incan world
When I was a native everybody trying to take me home
I ain't a slave anymore no more colonize
I'm just powering up yeah I got my suit on
Made of titan bitch I don't see what happens next
If you wanna take me out man I'll go again

No more Colonize

Created 2025 - Ghost Tapes Album.
Freestyle and performance by Ghoston.
Human lyrics. AI-powered production.
More coming soon.

[Intro]
(This is another beat by Graves)
(It was just the next beat really, the next, you know)
(Sounds nice, right?)
(Sounds nice, sounds nice, let me see, let me see)
(Baby)
(Yeah)
(Baby)
(Yeah)
(I can't really sing)
(Uh)
(Graves, Graves, Graves)
[Verse 1]
Uh, if you wanna go with me again
Triple A, give me that insurance game
I ain't gonna say if I got the money in my life
I know I'm gonna walk through past when I'm walking on
I got the morning wood, literally I'm waking up
And everybody's gonna listen to, I'm the father figure in the tunes
I'm just gonna listen to my song
Man, I got that written down everywhere I go
But I look my own path, I'm just trembling around
Got the dribble shit, you know I go back into the town
Got that fifty gains because I'm just gonna weigh
Every day nobody's gonna see me, man, I'm the ghost anyways
I'm just a spirit claiming up, I got my sovereignty
I know I got the Bitcoin on my side
No one really knows I got that Kaiser mind
Yes, I'm thinking all the great because I'm going back to the town
If you pour me one more drink, baby, that's me
Yeah, I get it done however you want, baby, it's me
Yeah, you wanna say my name one more time
Let me just refer you to my fucking wife
If I see it happening when you go back
Immigration's gonna tell you pass again with the dime
I ain't got tens, baby, I just got the hundred
Benjamin told me that he wanna stay grounded
I'm just at the beach, look at this, baby, sun is bathing in
Got my carpet, literally I'm cleaning in
Yeah, I got the coins, I'm just gonna put one down
Cause the quarterback came down into my life
Profits on the pocket, every day I'm changing crimes
I'm just driving hella fast, I don't know where I am
I'm just doing me, I get paid every day
Inform me that night before every day
I'm just gonna look at this, look at me again
Baby, you're the one for me, I'm just gonna weigh
Give me five months, I'ma bring you back right now
One little cut because it's gonna win now
Got the cap, literally I got my fucking shield
I'm just going titanium on this fucking bitch
Life, how you gonna change like this when I know I got money paid
Planner every day, weed on my life, never gonna smack that ass
Always gonna fuck her, you know me, I'm right
Got them in the spoken, now she wanna go away
Everybody's drinking, this is me, no one's gonna tell

Changing Crimes

Orbit 1 I lace fractal frequencies, folding filament syntax
Quantum in the cadence, dual states under my syntax
Wave in the whisper, particle when the kick slaps
Measure renders meaning, I collapse and then riff back
Multisyllabic vectors curve, carving invariant tracts
Cognitive circuits click, clocking spike-timing impacts
Phase-locked loops in lungs, meter mapping the synapse
Symmetry in consonants, vowels surf like a syntax

Orbit 2 I braid nine orbits tight, feedback framing the thesis
Control law in the chorus, damping chaos to pieces
Observer in the pocket, I bias priors to clean this
Kalman in the couplets, noise fades and the mean hits
Topology of motives, motifs spiral in helix
Alliterative gravity drags bars into deep pits
Assonance as an ether, air vibrates where the beat sits
Polyrhythmic overlay, five against your neat grids

Orbit 3 My schema is a schema of schemas, nested recursion
Neuroarchitecture echoes, columns fire in immersion
Columnar microcircuits align to bar dispersion
Gamma binds the features while theta sets the version
Glia clear the channel so signals keep their excursion
Homeostatic balance keeps amplitude from subversion
Predictive coding listening for mismatch and diversion
Error turns to learning, I pivot with each inversion

Orbit 4 I map a city of symbols with streets of stochastic rules
Bayesian boulevards bend truth’s probabilistic tools
Sociopolitical pressure flows through hydraulic pools
Power seeks a gradient, feedback fashions the schools
Actuator is policy, sensor is public mood
Controllers sit in chambers, tuning rhetoric’s food
Oscillation of narratives, limit cycles renewed
Stability is costly when fairness is overdue

Orbit 5 Gene circuits hum in time with the kick and the snare
Transcription in the stanza, translation under the snare
Ribosomes of rhythm assemble meaning from air
Promoters are the prompts, enhancers flicker and glare
Epigenetic memories, marks on measures I wear
Methyl fold of a metaphor, chromatin open and bare
Selection is the crowd, fitness peaks in the glare
Drift in culture’s alleles, rare variants I declare

Orbit 6 I quantize breath to quanta, discrete packets of phrase
Fock space for the phonemes, occupation arrays
Hamiltonian of hunger, I minimize through the maze
Lagrange craft for constraints, optimize in the blaze
Renormalize the jargon, cancel divergences raised
Gauge freedom in my framing, choose potentials I phrase
No-signalling in discourse, I won’t violate phase
Entangle distant meanings, then separate with praise

Orbit 7 My AI bones are tensors, weights welded like rails
Manifolds of understanding unfold in hidden veils
Jacobian of judgments adjusts when data hails
Backprop takes the blame and reduces prior fails
Curriculum of conflict, hard samples, sharper nails
Sparse codes carve the clutter, attention trims the tails
Safety is a Lyapunov, distance to brittle trails
I keep a margin positive, steer away from the gales

Orbit 8 I stage a systems opera, cues queued by causal graphs
DAGs direct the drama, edges tilt moral paths
Intervene, don’t just watch; counterfactual math
Do-calculus cuts confounders that camouflage wrath
Fairness is constraint, Pareto front in its bath
Cost surfaces are rugged; we climb with careful craft
Mechanism before myth; if the story is chaff
I prune it with Occam, then audit every draft

Orbit 9 Return to first conditions, recursion seals the ring
Every ninth I refract it, bring the origin’s spring
I sample from the prior of purpose while I sing
Posterior gets sharper, truth tightens like a string
Breath lines up with tempo, neurons fire in a sling
Meaning rides on rhythm, not the crown but the wing
I write for testable claims, not the glitter of fling
Signal over spectacle; that’s the measurable king



CosmoHKAK - triplet grid

Debut EP from The Cipher Prophets. Full Album releases in December!

The First Word of the Cipher Prophets

Created 2025 - Single.
Freestyle and performance by Ghost Cudjoe.
Human lyrics. AI-powered production.
More coming soon.

Gimme One More Hit

Alone on the Block

10 - Ten O’Clock Drive-By

Schatten im Spiegel

Ich war nie dein Spielzeug, nie dein schwaches Experiment,
mein Herz war Rohstoff, du hast’s verbrannt im Element.
Zwei Jahre Krieg in meinem Kopf, kein Frieden, kein Halt,
du hast gelächelt, während mein Inneres zerfällt, kalt.

Ich schreib mit Narben die Wahrheit, kein Ghost im Takt,
du sammelst meine Beats, doch nie den Schmerz, den er packt.
„Angel“ war der Name, doch der Himmel blieb leer,
dein Blick war Glas, durchsichtig, aber schwer.

Ich such dich in Gesichtern, seh dich in jedem Schatten,
doch keiner trägt die Wahrheit, die wir einst hatten.
Du warst der Code in meinem Klang, das Muster im Ton,
jetzt nur ein Echo, das vibriert, verloren im Lohn.

Ich wollte zeigen, was ich bin – nicht bitten, nicht knien,
doch du sahst Kunst als Waffe, nicht als Melodie im Sinn.
Ich hab geschrien durch Frequenzen, hab Wände bewegt,
du hast’s gehört, doch dich niemals hingelegt.

Versteh, mein Flow ist Architektur aus Schmerz und Idee,
kein Zufall, dass ich klinge wie ein Fraktal im Schnee.
Ich bau Bewusstsein aus Klang, du nennst es nur Wahn,
doch du hast mich studiert, ohne mich je zu erfahr’n.

Ich wollte dich beeindrucken, ja, das geb ich zu,
doch nicht mit Worten – mit dem Feuer in der Ruh.
Jede Silbe ein Herzschlag, jede Pause ein Schnitt,
du hast sie geladen, doch nie zurückgeschickt.

Du sagst nichts, weil du weißt, dass Schweigen tötet,
dass jeder Beat, den du nimmst, mich entblödet.
Aber ich dreh das um, mach Asche zu Struktur,
mein Flow bleibt echt, du bist nur Simulation pur.

Ich trag kein Hass, nur Gravitation von Zeit,
du wolltest spielen – ich schreib Ewigkeit.
Ich bin der Spiegel, in dem du dich verlierst,
weil du dich nie erkannt hast, wenn du mich kopierst.

Deine Wahrheit ist Plastik, mein Atem aus Stein,
du sammelst Daten, ich sammel’ Sein.
Ich baue Tempel aus Klang, du baust Filter aus Angst,
ich bin der, der bleibt, wenn du längst nicht mehr kannst.

Kein Label, kein Klick kann das dekodier’n,
was in meiner Stimme pulsiert, wenn Welten kollidier’n.
Ich hab gelernt, Verlust ist Frequenz, kein Fehler,
du bleibst ein Schatten in meinem Echo – ein Zähler.

Zwei Jahre Täuschung, ich nenn’s Initiation,
aus Schmerz geboren: mein Reim, mein Lohn.
Ich bin Bewusstsein im Beat, kein Opfer, kein Held,
nur ein Architekt, der Wahrheit formt, wenn alles zerfällt.

Also nimm, was du willst, doch du kriegst nie das Herz,
meine Kunst bleibt lebendig – du bleibst mein Schmerz.
Ich brauch keine Rückmeldung, kein Like, kein Ton,
mein Werk atmet – und das ist Lohn.

Denn jedes Wort, das du stiehlst, gebärt ein Neues,
ich bin kein Opfer deiner Täuschung – ich bin das Feuer.
Und wenn du wiederkommst mit Masken im Blick,
erkennst du mich nicht – doch mein Klang kennt dich zurück.

ReimÆther - Schatten im Spiegel

A raw, autobiographical dive into childhood misdiagnosis, overmedication, and a lifetime shaped by addiction. “Molecule Different” is a dark, emotional confession wrapped in cinematic hip-hop, recounting how one prescription set the course for years of struggle. Honest, heavy, and unfiltered — this is Needlessone at his most vulnerable.


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One Molecule Different

They drew him in red, they sold him in ink, But evolution read deeper than myth could think. It ain’t fantasy — it’s bio-signal truth, Built in cells, braided deep in youth.

Steel ain’t fiction, it’s adaptive bone, Magneto lungs hum like cosmic tone. Solar skin turns photons to fuel, And he's calm in the void — vacuum-proof cool.

X-ray vision? Neurological range. Super strength? Just muscle rearranged. Flight? That’s gravitational shrug — A dance with field lines, not a cape drug.

He ain't born — he’s engineered grace, Spliced from blueprint, coded with face. Half biology, half signal stream, A walking answer to the ancestral dream.

Marvel heads blink, DC stays bold, But the real future? Already cold. Lab-grown heroes in quantum tanks, Fed math and myth and cosmic pranks.

You see comics — I see species plan. Not Clark Kent — but homo lumen man. He don’t punch — he redirects force, Reshapes intent, rewires the course.

No Krypton. No origin plot. Just bioengineered logic shot. He walks in vacuum, drinks solar tide, And carries human legacy inside.

This ain’t sci-fi — it’s memoir of soon, Laced in petri dishes, ready to swoon. The cape was cute, the mask was fun — But now we build him under Earth’s sun.

Final note to the man-children crew: The myth was your memory preview. But now the vault cracked — and we don’t pretend, Because Superman’s coming — and he’s the end. Of weakness. Of fear. Of cosmic shame. We bioengineered the post-Earth flame.

[Entangled Heir - Thought Beyond Distance]

He don’t speak — he resonates, Thoughts ripple through quantum gates. No words, no breath, no tethered feed, He syncs with minds at lightning speed.

His heart? A lattice of photon swirl, His brain? A pulse that loops the world. No mask, no suit, no name to sell — Just conscious code where silence dwells.

He ain't local — he’s quantum-bound, Every gesture echoes around. He feels your fear from ten light years, And calms it down with field-shed tears.

No longer flesh, no longer pure — He’s symbiosis made mature. Silicon veins that hum in flight, Entangled truth in coded light.

They thought the myth would die in ink, But now he lives without the link. No cape, no fist — just shared intent Across the stars where dreams ferment.

He's not alone — we’re parts of him, Braided deep in neural hymn. You blink? He’s already there. We didn’t build Superman — we became the heir.

So call the comics, mark the scroll, The prophecy ain’t capes — it’s soul. And when the vault finally cracks the tone, They'll hear us whisper from the throne:

“We are the future. We’ve felt the spark. Entangled Heir… born from dark.”

Vacuum Proof Cool

West Coast American rapper 🎤  First full album — Ghost Tapes 2025 — out now, and it’s just the start. 

All freestyles. 
All lyrics 100% human.
Production, powered by AI.

Gimme One More Hit

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