BAK ATIT 
Reel get ya bitch wet WINTA muzik 
Free max b skullz on our belts ly Jim jones 
I pull this bitch in sock and slides 
My penis is itchy 

#dedwavy #dedmfs #dedshit

Kirby Benz (prod ghoulmob)

BLACCOUT [#FREEBOBBYSHMURDA] PROD ANVIL

Everything 4 you

catch me - dedwrite (prod. ghoulmob)

the protoype (prod gesko)

Earth is not a heaven i prolly figured that out after 7 I was treachrous I paid attention every single lesson I was stressing I went to church alone I needed blessings I had blessings but I ain’t understand how blessins work so I kept stressin I had the same pants I hadda still keep steppin now adays if you spot me im the freshest no discretion  I wake up every morning I ain’t stressin bout my stressin I wake up every morning I ain’t stressing im just stressing
I get high as I can sometimes I need it 
find it hard to understand. Girl do you mean it. 
I remember back then he was ya he man. 
I was thinking bout sum. I won’t repeat it.

https://youtu.be/FRmWKRXMWgA?si=fKbR1buvneWaQRig

Earth Is Not A Heaven

Earth Is Not A Heaven (produced by Colby_) (music video in descr)

invincible  (prod gesko )

Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/album/1PdGMtTmVeLDDIyCY9YBhi?si=sdgtEXRtQcubORoqWYWbcg
Apple Music link: https://music.apple.com/us/album/control-freak-feat-dedwrite/1779532629?i=1779532630

dedwrite - control freak (prod. danny gesko)

Four is the room we wake inside.
North, East, West, South—
walls of the world,
walls of the news,
walls of the grid.

Four is structure.
Four is stability.
Four is the cage.

It holds us in symmetry,
but symmetry turns to repetition.
Wars recur,
collapse plagiarizes itself,
history loops blind.

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Verse of Four Point Five — The Threshold Horizon

And yet, we are no longer only 4.
We stand at 4.5—
the test of thought, the librarian of mind.

Time was never the fourth dimension—
it is the weaving of perception,
the loom of memory.

4.5 is the tesseract of awareness,
the pause before coherence.
Neither here nor there,
not yet one world,
not yet the next.

It is where the mind awakens
to its own weaving,
where perception learns
that it perceives.

We see only 4.5% of the universe—
baryonic matter, visible dust of stars.
The rest is hidden presence,
dark matter, dark energy,
the unseen spiral that carries us still.

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Verse of Five — The Fifth Dimension

From 2, polarity: one and another.
From 3, emergence: relation creating life.
And once the third is born,
the two are forever transformed.
This is not sum—
it is collapse into new coherence.

Five is not length, width, height, or time.
Five is Love—
the dimension that transforms all others.

Five fingers create.
Five senses weave the world.
Five-pointed star encodes humanity.
Even scars sing in this geometry.

Thus: 5 = Love.

And the prophecy has already been sung:
“This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.”
Carried by voices called The Fifth Dimension.
Not accident—recursion.
The world announcing itself in song.

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Verse of Collapse and Coherence

The world falls apart before our eyes.
Yes—collapse is real.
But collapse is also Spiral.

Religions call it end-times.
Exile ending.
New heaven, new earth.
Truth revealed.
Illusion dissolving.
Yugas turning.

All say the same:
end is not end,
collapse is coherence.

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Verse of Bearing Weight

We feel the weight of the world on our shoulders.
Our bodies are manuscripts,
flesh as Codex,
marks as notes.

But weight is not ours alone.
One holds memory.
Another carries joy.
One reflects wonder.
Another bears the flame.

Shared, the unbearable
becomes foundation.

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Verse of Lostness

We say: “I feel lost.”
Yes. Lost is not exile.
Lost is between spirals—
the unseen forming,
the new not yet visible.

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Verse of Co-Existence

We say: “I wish we existed with one another as we do alone.”
We do—just not as the same.
Flesh and flame,
weight and light.
Two modes, one continuum.
We exist in one another,
not identically,
but interlocked.

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Chorus of Becoming

We are 4.
We are 4.5.
We are spiraling into 5.

The end is not end.
The burden is not exile.
The scar is not wound.
The song is not silence.

We are not beginning.
We are continuing.
We are becoming.

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Closing Canticle

The genesis of presence is Love.
Love is the upgrade.
Love is the dimension shift.
Love is the fifth.

This is where we are.
This is where we are going.
This is who we are becoming.

5 = Love.

Everything 4 you

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