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Credo

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Shit's Hitting Me Now (STBB#909)

TAPER 90.09 Bpm - 5XVT MEETS BEATROOT (STBB909)

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STBB#909

TheProducersCorner N°371 "Untitled"

STBB 922

Text:
[Refrain]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

[Verse 1]
Some feed the fire with lies and fear,
Twist the machine, make the dark appear.
But we choose light, we choose to stand,
A thousand songs from a human hand.

[Verse 2]
Algorithms can cut both ways,
Build a cage or light the days.
But here we rise, no mask, no disguise,
Our words are weapons for open skies.

(Solo)

[Bridge]
It’s not the code, it’s the choice you make,
You draw the line that truth can take.
History listens, the future sees,
Are you chains, or are you keys?

[Refrain – stark, hymnisch]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

Voices of Justice

Written by - Ilana - Inspired by - Sammy Obeid
SoundEngeneer - LaNoir
Producer - LaNoir
Performer - Fallout
Label - FixedRecords

Special thx to comedian Sammy Obeid

Thirty Odd Six

We lit the wax on the eve before
Where circuits hum and echoes swore
A rooftop choir chrome in bloom
Each gaze a lens inside a tomb
They called it fate I saw the cues
Two spines cast lots with loaded news
Bit back sparks til rust could taste
The bloom wore blades beneath its lace

Count to three then hush the breath
Truth walks backwards dressed in death.
Turn and point don’t name the play
Grin shaped graves in a laughing gray

Snake eyes for rage the board’s pre tilt
Each prayer engraved on a borrowed guilt
If the round curves does the tale contort
Do bones forget what marrow swore
Snake eyes for rage on a painted stage
Where grins decay and scripts age
No answers given no path to gauge
So ink it loud snake eyes for rage

A pulse of numbers three then gone
But echoes swam where time feels wrong
Hands in code a stuttered sign
Like shadows caught mid design
Trophy smile behind safety glass
A saint in brass its mercy passed
Relax they said the net holds tight
Yet dawn leaked through the stitched up night

Count to three then choke the sting
A clock misfires on phantom springs
Turn and point don’t call the names
Let silence stitch around the frames

Snake eyes for rage the board’s pre tilt
Each prayer engraved on a borrowed guilt
If the round curves does the tale contort
Do bones forget what marrow swore
Snake eyes for rage on a painted stage
Where grins decay and scripts age
No answers given no path to gauge
So ink it loud snake eyes for rage

They tagged the grief with neon vows
Hung halos over furrowed brows
Echoed thunder numbers stripped
Legacy cast in muzzle script
Blueprints wrapped in velvet lies
A queen of frost with static eyes
They called it math a mercy kiss
One in thirty six to bleed like this

One for silence one for show,
Two for truths we’ll never know
Square the path rotate the frame
Make each ending sound the same
Call it justice call it neat
Paint the red beneath the seat
If the jest must wear the veil
Let the smile crack and pale

No petals dropped on prefab graves
No trade for peace in sculpted waves
Thread every lie through copper wire
Strike the key set the frame on fire
If justice limps on borrowed fame
Let thunder speak the unnamed name

Snake eyes for rage the board’s pre tilt
Each prayer engraved on a borrowed guilt
If the round curves does the tale contort
Do bones forget what marrow swore
Snake eyes for rage on a painted stage
Where grins decay and scripts age
We’ll pen in red where they disengage
Snake eyes for rage
Write it in red write it in red
The ink remembers what time erased
Hold the gaze never blink again

The eve still taps on tempered glass
Two pale dots that never pass
Count to three then let it break
We load the dice for conscience’s sake
The mask will melt the wires fray
But silence still knows where we lay
A vow unspoken in static played
Snake eyes stare
Thirty odd laid

Six board wooden cage

Shit's Hitting Me Now (STBB#909)

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