Sleep When Youre Dead feat. Trav, Mel Matrix & Shoota (Prod by Doe Pesci)

[Verse]

Concrete jungle, vines made of wire

Spitting hot magma, mouth full of fire

Basement dweller, no sunlight in sight

Shadows on my walls, but they dance in the night



Digits on the meter, ticking like a bomb

Dystopian anthem, a post-apocalypse psalm

Tunnels echo back the stories I spit

Each bar a relic, each rhyme a crypt



[Chorus]

Deep below, where the currents flow

No light, just the glow from the bars I throw

Underground rhythm, the heartbeat slow

Subterranean, but the heat gon' grow



[Verse 2]

Graffiti sermons, my cathedral's stained glass

My words are the bullets, the beat's the brass

Rust on the pipes, dripping secrets to the beat

Each drop a timeline, histories repeat



Subway symphony, rats run the tracks

Echoes in the chambers, my thoughts react

Buried treasure, these lines like gold

The deeper you dig, the more it unfolds



[Chorus]

Deep below, where the currents flow

No light, just the glow from the bars I throw

Underground rhythm, the heartbeat slow

Subterranean, but the heat gon' grow

Subterranean Currents

Home and office, crafted zones,
not forests wild, but tailored thrones.
Comfort, luxury, human design,
we build realities to fit the mind.

Now mankind stands on the edge,
AI and robotics, the pledge.
Fear of direction, whispers loud,
but vision ignites, break the shroud.

We build the tech to build the tech,
opulence flows, no need to check.
Why suffer storms, geology’s rage,
when paradise waits beyond the cage?

Weather terror, seasons cruel,
chaos rules the planet’s school.
But AI builders, mechanised free,
craft space cities for you and me.

Inflatable domes, flat‑pack dreams,
AI minds in habitat schemes.
Ever expanding, tailored space,
species served in cosmic grace.

Mankind wants more than to exist,
paradise living, can’t resist.
Body needs food, mind needs play,
VR games made real one day.

Infinite slate, blank and wide,
mock‑ups built on the cosmic side.
Tourism, entertainment, gods in awe,
species transition, open door.

Stay on Earth, enslave, destroy,
weather chaos, asteroid ploy.
Or take control, evolve, unite,
build the tech, ignite the light.

Celebrate difference, craft new lands,
realities shaped by human hands.
End of history, war erased,
intelligent species, future faced.

This was always trajectory’s call,
the cortex redesigns it all.
Post‑Earth, post‑war, civilization’s birth,
intelligence rising beyond the Earth.



Long Time

Hell Rell