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Remix of Nardo Wick’s - WHO WANT SMOKE

Mixed by Kkobra

WHO WANT SMOKE (REMIX)

Produced by @Franswit
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MON3Y SUBJ3CT lyrics

[Chorus]:
In the streets tryna be somebody
Living in a city where they drop alot of bodies
Tryna push a real hustle,old niggas getting cocky
I need new kicks,new flip,new weed,
I'm on a budget,
My mind on a money subject
She mad 'cause I'm out of reach,
He mad 'cause I'm out here for the cream
Shit is outspoken but KNd is barely open,
That's why write my feelings on the paper
'Cause for me my book is open

[Verse 1]:
Life is a treasure,
Niggas tryna steal it, attempting murder
Talent is a leisure,
Maybe one day I will use it for the better
And wish for life to stop getting more sadder,
Meditating, reminiscing on the things that I had
I lost too much nigga but I didn't lose myself,
I still got some to live for,some to die for
But ain't Jesus,
Crucifying me thinking I will please ya,
Fuck love,my heart on a freezer
Disconnected from my medulla,
I need a breather
Money sower, money reaper,ain't no bitch keeper
I got the keys fuck the gatekeeper
Everyday I'm getting sicker,
I need a healer

[Chorus]:
In the streets tryna be somebody
Living in a city where they drop alot of bodies
Tryna push a real hustle, old niggas getting cocky
I need new kicks,new flip,new weed,
I'm on a budget,
My mind on a money subject
She mad 'cause I'm out of reach,
He mad 'cause I'm out here for the cream
Shit is outspoken but KNd is barely open,
That's why write my feelings on the paper
'Cause for me my book is open

[Verse 2]:
Yeah,
Back to the subject
Please don't change the subject,
Keep it hundred,
Nigga don't cross me stay tangent
Many pills hard to swallow,
Like living in the shallow
With no shit, tryna be a captain,Jack Sparrow
I keep looking at the time,
Even when I'm against the time
'Cause I like to be early
For work to move out of the pits like Bradley,
Had to sell some shit like it's candy,
OG put me on,
He the plug,he wants a switch to put the shit on
I was a switch,
Now I watch niggas switch,
But I believe in my bros and shit that I put in,
So who you fooling?,
When you say I ain't made for this,
I was built for this
Money accelerating in my head

Single

MON3Y SUBJ3CT

MON3Y SUBJ3CT (Prod. Franswit)

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A speech in silence (acapella)

FAUCET

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Thank you SOUL much to the Creator for gifting me with this energy healing music. I AM eternally grateful to be alive for this moment in my life.

Thank you @1yunghelf for the sensational beat that sparked this song / 6 hour self healing session in the mirror

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I love you

Dropkick

Mixed Feelings

a diss track to my ex-fiance of 7 years.

                                      (lyrics)

"Hey little cat, never did write you back, your letter still sits on my shelf, all black paper steady cursive tracer in White lines but not the kind that you and me used to do from time to time.  every now and then those times sit in the storage of my mind, orange skies, your hand gripping mine before I left for Florence when our lives were intertwined got most days stuck in replays and my brain starts to unwind the fabric of serenity, my OCD sending me to disparity when I see I don't have you there this time, but then half of evey other line? Oh how I thank God everyday knowing that I got away, granted the clarity to see past the insincerity and redefine every single time, I know you loved me, but was it the whole time? Or was I just second place sometimes on and off between 5 other guys? I really can't say, if you did, I'd just write it off as lies

7 years is a long time to be in denial cold sweat drenched in fear coming off the heals of Daniel dying, every single second after that just trying to die another day, back in my prime would've been child's play but I lost my brother so my mind went with him, into another abyss of all the moments I missed with you and him, a whole slew of things grew so fucking distant it's no wonder you were gonna exit, fuck it man Stevie Wonder couldn't have missed it. I pissed it all away, my choice! but don't you ever say to me the man meant fucking nothing to me next to my bois. more like more like a wooden horse in 1187 Troy, just your boy toys, getting passed around like the office slut cubicle to cubicle, cue ball in the corner pocket in the polycule, it's pitiful how long I played the part, just to take part in every moment I could, watching The click slowly tick to a bomb every smoke sesh with the boys getting pissy, Blake in the night saying "deuces, bitch; miss me", the really hard part for me, the stuff that gets tricky, is that it was all for you to end up with just Ricky? Fuck me.

The guy who never wanted you? For anything other than just your ass and tits boo? Well Fuck you and fuck him too. Treats you like his pet, just a guest in his house no space to hang a blouse talking so much shit about you to that loud mouth T and honestly half of it is true, and the other half makes me want to pull through pop him in the mouth, who knows maybe Blake too.

Been about 2 years now, somehow still have nightmares  you stabbing me in bed bleeding out and dying there, ended over a kiss but never forget, that it was i who dismissed you fucking the guy with the receding hairline as a myth, for him to diss me with a typed up asinine letter detailing all the different times he spread her 
I ain't getting better, the more I loosen on the tether the more i really start to remember all the words in your little blue journal, do i forgive? Or make this hate eternal? What's the fucking difference, anymore must have missed it,

So many things I still want to say but fuck it, who knows I'll probably be okay, guess I did write you back in a way, maybe I'll see again someday maybe then I might be able to pretend to be okay with you once or twice like the haydays before I had a car to take off so damn far, before we left each other so goddamn scarred. 

I'm scared to face the rest of my life, all my time, my hate, my strife my best friend, you and me till the end, you were going to be my wife, but now all my dreams of you involve getting knifed, so I don't know if I could get involved with your life twice, after everything I know better than to ever do anything other than promise you a letter that you know I will never deliver, but I'll never forget the days of you and me at Little River"

Little River Drive

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

Golden Ratios

Hip Hop Artist | Producer | Performer
My mixtape “MARATHON MAN” out now!!!

Dropkick

MC Cole