Stay Awake is a raw, unfiltered look at modern survival through the eyes of an exhausted parent who's been up for three days straight. Over haunting production that shifts from minimal trap to orchestral intensity, the track dismantles the glorification of corruption and "hustle culture," revealing it as expensive escapism rather than strength. 

With a soulful female hook contrasting hard-hitting verses, the song calls out how the system benefits when people mistake numbness for toughness and avoidance for rebellion. We know the games rigged; this is an expose of how even the supposed resistance has been weaponized against us.

The real power lies in its central message: true courage is staying present and awake while the world chooses to sleep. This is conscious rap that doesn't preach but simply tells the truth about what it costs to stay human in an inhuman system. Human Lyrics. Beats and production with AI.

Stay Awake[Explicit]

**"You Don't Say" - Track Description**

A deeply personal conscious rap that juxtaposes intimate father-son moments with sharp social critique. The track opens with the artist holding his young son, questioning how to explain a world built on systemic deception and control. Through vivid imagery and complex wordplay, he explores themes of economic oppression, generational trauma, and the challenge of maintaining authenticity while struggling to survive.

The lyrics weave between tender vulnerability ("his head on my chest") and fierce political commentary, examining how people are "engineered" rather than naturally developed, and how truth becomes "forbidden fruit" in a society that profits from ignorance. The artist uses his role as a father as both motivation and lens, asking how to raise a child with integrity in a system designed to crush the human spirit.

With its philosophical closing metaphor comparing gravity to habit, the track suggests that what we accept as unchangeable reality might simply be conditioned responses. Another impactful composition by a revolutionary artist, creating a powerful meditation on resistance, love, and hope in dark times.

Forbidden Words

"Back Against the Door" is a raw, unflinching exploration of modern parenthood under a system designed to extract everything from those who give the most. What begins as an intimate confession from a parent hiding in their bathroom—overwhelmed, exhausted, and questioning their adequacy—evolves into a powerful indictment of the forces that create such desperation.
Through vivid storytelling and emotional honesty, the track captures the suffocating reality of trying to nurture souls in a world that treats children as profit streams and parents as expendable resources. The piece weaves together personal breakdown and systemic analysis, showing how individual suffering connects to corporate predation, environmental destruction, and generational trauma.
From the heartbreaking opening ("Dad, we just want to play") to the prophetic ending curse on those who exploit the vulnerable, this is both lullaby and battle cry—a love letter to exhausted caregivers and a warning to those who profit from their pain. It's about the sacred work of "ushering souls into wholeness" in a world full of those who would "scrape you to a husk and not even notice."

Back Against the Door [Explicit]

A second take of the track “The Real Flex (Sober)” 9 years clean and still finding my voice. AI-produced beats meet raw human truth about addiction, recovery, and what real strength looks like. No romanticizing, no preaching - just honest bars about the hardest thing I've ever done: learning to live defenseless.
The machines can make the music, but they can't live the story.

The Real Flex(Sober) Version 2 [Explicit]

A raw, introspective track exploring the psychology of broken promises and cycles of self-destruction. The song confronts both personal addiction and systemic exploitation, asking piercing questions about how we treat our own declarations and the difference between those trapped in cycles versus those who steal from genuine creators.
Moving from vulnerable self-examination through direct confrontation to spiritual awakening, "The Last Time" captures the moment between despair and empowerment. The recurring hook challenges listeners to examine where they place their emotions in a world that seems indifferent to human feelings, while exposing how society medicates pain instead of addressing its roots.
With its haunting production and contemplative flow, the track serves as both personal confession and social commentary, ultimately suggesting that true innovation and spiritual awakening remain "too dangerous" for minds trapped in repetitive patterns of exploitation and counterfeit living.
 Fully Human-authored Lyrics. Sound and vocals AI generated.

The Last Time[Explicit]

“Version Me.2” explores the paradox of digital connection in an age of algorithmic isolation. Beginning as an intimate one-sided conversation with an unseen audience, the track evolves into a meditation on how we've traded authentic human interaction for curated engagement and AI companionship.
The piece captures the modern experience of speaking into the digital void - seeking real connection while unknowingly training the very systems designed to replace us. Through conversational verses that shift from hopeful to resigned, the song examines our relationship with platforms that promise community but deliver only transactional "follow-for-follow" exchanges.
In a meta twist that embodies its own themes, this human-written exploration of AI replacing authentic expression will be brought to life through AI-generated music - making the listener and lyricist complicit in the very phenomenon being critiqued. The result is both commentary and demonstration of our current moment: where the line between human creativity and machine output becomes increasingly blurred, leaving us to wonder who's really speaking and who's truly listening.
A haunting snapshot of digital-age loneliness, perfectly timed for our algorithm-driven world.

Version Me.2

This track serves an artistic manifesto and a fierce rejection of sanitized, commodified culture. The narrator opens by declaring their intention to abandon "crisp, sleek lines" and "patented designs" in favor of creating authentic chaos - wanting "fresh paint flecks" on their formal attire as an act of rebellion against corporate dress codes and values.
The song critiques how society pushes people to sell status and power their products represent, while the real ownership lies elsewhere. It exposes the predatory nature of systems that claim "we all gotta eat" while treating people as prey to be toyed with before consumption.
A powerful cemetery sequence forces a confrontation with mortality, using the image of torn paper scattered among tombstones to represent silenced voices. The weathered stone markers reduce entire human lives to mere data points - "a name, a single line, and some numbers" - highlighting how systems strip away humanity from their designs.
The track builds to a devastating finale that reveals the true nature of those in power: beings with eyes so black that "pupils swallowed your entire irises," described as copies and viruses rather than humans.
Throughout, the song argues that what's called "evolution" and "innovation" is actually regression and systemic failure, with those "just following orders" perpetuating cycles of dehumanization from foreclosures to border policies. The mess the narrator wants to create isn't destructive - it's necessary truth-telling that exposes the ugly reality behind polished facades.

Paper Guts [Explicit]

This deeply personal addiction recovery narrative unfolds like a modern spiritual confession, moving from the depths of substance-induced dissolution to the clarity of sobriety. The artist opens with philosophical defiance—"absence isn't something you can have"—before descending into visceral imagery of rock bottom: bathroom stall confessions, Dante's circles, and the liminal space between consciousness and oblivion.
The piece captures the disorienting nature of addiction through fragmented time perception and the recurring theme of death and resurrection. "I think I'm already dead" becomes a haunting refrain that shifts into "coming to" and eventually choosing "who I intend to be."
The transformation from destructive fire to creative fuel—"that wildfire finally got a place to keep burning"—leads to the beautiful drought/rainfall metaphor that closes the track. Rather than preaching recovery, the artist questions whether the source of change matters as much as the growth it enables.
Sonically, the jazz-influenced production mirrors the emotional journey—intimate, spacious, and allowing the weight of each revelation to breathe. The live instrumentation grounds the philosophical abstractions in human warmth, making this both an intensely personal confession and universal meditation on transformation, choice, and renewal.

Dangerous Territory[Explicit]

A radical deconstruction of subliminal manipulation techniques disguised as the very thing it exposes. The artist begins with classic hypnotic induction methods—repetitive phrases, tempo control, suggestion—but makes them completely transparent. Instead of using these techniques for control, they become tools for awareness. The piece transforms from a seemingly seductive "blessing" into an educational experience, teaching listeners to recognize how corporate messaging, advertising, and entertainment use identical psychological tactics to influence behavior and thoughts. The genius lies in demonstrating manipulation while simultaneously inoculating against it, ending with an empowering message about mental autonomy. It's media literacy through artistic subversion—showing people the magician's trick while performing it, creating awareness rather than compliance. Human Lyrics and style notes. AI generated Track.

Subliminal[Explicit]

This introspective gem blends indie-rap style with deep philosophical questioning about the creative process. Over dreamy guitar arpeggios and lo-fi 808s, the artist explores the paradox of trying to stay authentic while constantly evolving - asking whether refusing to settle is just "settling on a different level." 

The track gets visceral with imagery of "bleeding lines" and ink that writes words the artist didn't intend, capturing that eerie feeling when your art reveals more than you meant to share. With casual, conversational delivery that builds to melodic hooks, it examines how every word we speak "makes a map of your mind" - even our lies reveal the shape of our secrets.

The vulnerability peaks in admitting "I know exactly what I'm speaking" while still claiming uncertainty, perfectly capturing that artistic tension between confidence and self-doubt. Guitar textures and tape-saturated vocals create an intimate, late-night-in-the-bedroom-studio vibe that makes you feel like you're overhearing someone's private creative crisis. It's the kind of track that hits different every time you hear it. Human lyrics. Ai beats.

Another Tuesday

This track captures someone sitting with the weight of modern existence, questioning whether their thoughts are even their own anymore. The artist moves through layers of realization - from feeling trapped in endless boxes of society, to the crushing reality of debt and survival, to that moment of seeing through the whole charade. There's this beautiful vulnerability in admitting "I got mouths to feed, I got bills to pay" while simultaneously recognizing the absurdity that your future earnings are already spoken for before you've even lived.
The "time piece" section feels like watching someone put on their work mask, playing the money game because they have to, then taking it off at the end of the shift to remember who they really are. The ending is pure longing - wanting to reconnect with something real, natural, authentic. That final "What have we done..." isn't accusatory, it's genuinely heartbroken wonder at how far we've drifted from our own nature.
It's the kind of track that makes you want to sit in your car after it ends, just processing. Perfect for those 2 AM moments when you're questioning everything about how we're supposed to live.

Time Keepin’ [Explicit]

Moonlight is a primal scream against corporate dehumanization disguised as a rap track. Opening with a spoken-word takedown of billionaire puppet masters, it transforms into a nocturnal awakening - the moment when artificial lights fade and you remember what you really are underneath the systematic conditioning.
The track follows a psychological arc from caged animal to unleashed force of nature. Where daylight represents the corporate grind that reduces humans to "cogs in the machine," moonlight becomes the space for reclaiming authentic wildness. It's not about going backward to some primitive state - it's about going forward to something they can't control, commodify, or replicate.
Lyrically dense with references to everything from habeas corpus to Freon in the veins, it's conscious rap that doesn't preach - it howls. The production mirrors this journey from sterile boardrooms to primal wilderness, building from minimal piano to orchestral finale.
This isn't music for passive consumption. It's a wake-up call for anyone who's felt their humanity being systematically drained by forces that see people as nothing more than profit margins and data points.

Moonshine[Explicit]

This serves as the spiritual centerpiece of the collection - a manifesto of creative resistance disguised as conversational reflection. Opening with intimate observations about the creative process ("Every breath fans fire / Building in my chest"), it gradually reveals itself as something much more powerful.

The track works in three movements: personal creative fire, elemental creative power, and finally divine creative authority. What starts as "I keep creating" evolves into "I am creation" - a bold claim that repositions the artist not as victim of their system, but as conduit for the creative force they've disconnected from.

The conversational flow makes profound spiritual concepts feel accessible. Lines like "We'd do better with more hugs / Instead of this poison sold as love" ground cosmic insights in simple human truth. The electrical metaphors throughout ("throwing lightning," "live wire," "don't mix with lightning") create a consistent thread while building intensity.

This isn't just about making music - it's about reclaiming the fundamental human right to create meaning, beauty, and connection outside their manufactured systems. The track answers the central question of the entire collection: What's the alternative to their soul-crushing machinery? 

You arePure, unfiltered human creativity channeling abundance instead of scarcity, joy instead of fear, connection instead of isolation.

I AM Creation

Artist reflects on creative output while questioning reality itself. Opens with the central tension: "I wrote five songs today—am I successful? Am I insane?" Using electricity metaphors, the track explores what happens when creative energy has nowhere safe to discharge in a broken system.
Tackles artificial intelligence and human replacement head-on. Features the standout metaphor of dimming the sun to a 60-watt bulb, then selling an "artificial LED sun" as improvement—perfectly capturing how natural human potential gets suppressed to make artificial solutions seem necessary.
Builds from personal doubt to civilizational diagnosis. Moves through systematic critique of American "death cult" mentality, the devolution of national character, and the spiritual sickness of echo chambers that create "tumors in the brain."
Exposes the mythology behind "progress." Every press release reads like an obituary; every future plan describes extinction disguised as divine fate. The track reveals how those in power seek to replace humans entirely—"no needs, no feeling, no attitude."
Classic boom bap production supports prophetic lyricism. Steady beat anchors dense, rapid-fire verses that pack multiple complex ideas into tight bars. The flow shifts between conversational questioning and righteous declaration.
More than conscious rap—it's a complete worldview. Uses consistent symbolic language (electricity, blood, hunger) to build a mythology that explains systematic dehumanization while pointing toward authentic human reconnection as the antidote.

Five Songs[Explicit]

This track captures the quiet moment after chaos - that exhale when you finally have space to feel everything you've been carrying. What starts as personal reflection on parenting, loss, and the fear of being forgotten evolves into a broader meditation on what it means to stay human in a system designed to drain your humanity.

The song explores the tension between survival and actual living - how we're conditioned to see numbness as strength while real courage requires feeling everything, even when it hurts. There's deep vulnerability here about the spaces between presence and absence with loved ones, the guilt of missed moments, and the challenge of modeling authenticity for children in an artificial world.

But this isn't just personal processing - it's a critique of a culture that monetizes every moment from birth to death, that treats mental health as a luxury while demanding constant productivity. The track calls out the economic trap that makes healing impossible: can't afford to break down, can't afford not to work, nowhere to process the weight of simply existing in late-stage capitalism.

The resolution comes through reclaiming the one space they can't commodify: the breath itself. That pause between inhale and exhale becomes an act of resistance, a return to presence that no algorithm can capture or sell.

Lyrically dense but emotionally direct, this is conscious rap rooted in lived experience rather than abstract theory. It's therapy session meets manifesto - one parent's attempt to stay whole while navigating a system designed to fragment us all.

*Raw, honest, and ultimately hopeful - this is what happens when you stop performing strength and start practicing it.*

Sounds of Humanity

“Fire"opens with an exhausted parent on their first day off in weeks, white-hot rage ready to burn down a broken system—until reality intervenes. "Standby Captain." Because when you're the only one your family can rely on in corporate America, there are no real breaks.

What follows is a surgical dissection of how extractive empires maintain control: separating children from parents within weeks of birth, breaking family bonds, then flooding kids with "educational content" designed to hook them before they can think critically. Mom and Dad are too busy working multiple jobs to notice their children being programmed by curriculum that keeps them away from actual books.

The track exposes the rigged game where corporate moguls started with Boardwalk and millions, passing Go thousands of times before anyone else even stepped to the starting line. It's Monopoly on a civilizational scale—no reciprocity, no balanced books, just extraction and legal fictions that treat pieces of paper as constitutional persons.

Through the metaphor of "cultural cremation," the artist burns away the surface lies to reveal the skeletal structure underneath: holographic political theater performed by crowned clowns, while shadows coordinate cons and launder legitimacy through corporations and academic institutions. We once witnessed history being made; now we watch it being systematically erased.

The vampire imagery captures how these undead entities drain life from human bodies while projecting false prosperity. They claim we're making more money than ever while growing poorer every year—but nobody's listening to the contradiction.

The resolution comes through controlled fire rather than destructive rage. "Sometimes got to turn the gas down, just enough to warm the house"—the wisdom of protective parenting in a predatory system. Their children's lives matter more than any machine cog, any simulation, any propaganda spewing from the swamp that DC has become.

While corrupt delegates and representatives hide in underground luxury resorts beneath the National Mall, real people are "building, growing, grinding, striving to make heaven on earth." The contrast is stark: life-builders versus death-dealers, creators versus extractors.

The track ends with quiet defiance. Where others' fires have died out, this one still burns—controlled, purposeful, and impossible to extinguish. It's not about burning everything down anymore; it's about keeping the flame alive to light the way forward.

Fire" transforms personal exhaustion into systemic analysis, protective love into political resistance, and righteous anger into sustainable hope. It's a complete manifesto for anyone trying to stay human while building something better in the ruins of empire.

Fire[Explicit]

“Word Seeds" is a meditation on the creative power of authentic human expression in an age of artificial intelligence and digital manipulation. The track opens with a deceptively simple question—"What more is there to say?"—before diving deep into the metaphysical nature of language itself.
The artist explores words not as mere data points or algorithmic outputs, but as living seeds that take root in consciousness and grow into entire forests of meaning. Through vivid garden imagery, the track traces the journey from speaking to planting to harvesting, revealing how authentic expression creates lasting change in both speaker and listener.
The central revelation comes in the breakdown: "I am the soil"—the artist realizes they're not just creating content, but serving as the fertile ground from which all authentic expression emerges. This connects to deeper themes about the irreplaceable nature of human consciousness versus AI pattern-matching.
The track takes sharp aim at the commodification of human voice and creativity, warning against "artificial orchards" that produce "pretty fruit, poisonous seeds." It challenges the listener to speak from their own truth rather than performing someone else's script, while asserting that the "algorithm of the soul runs on code they'll never break."

Word Seeds

“Feedback"is a haunting exploration of identity and autonomy in the surveillance age. The track opens with the fundamental human need for reflection and response - "feedback" - but reveals how digital systems have hijacked this natural process, leaving us isolated in "rooms that's always all black."

The spiritual core emerges in intimate nighttime prayer, where the artist finds authentic connection with God away from "forces trying to mold me into machine." This sets up the central conflict: genuine human feedback versus algorithmic manipulation.

The surveillance verses are chilling in their specificity - tracking eye movements across screens, analyzing pupil dilation, mapping thoughts for the "perfect time to strike." The paranoia feels justified rather than unhinged because the technology is real and invasive.

The psychedelic hooks create space for deeper questioning: "Are you what you can't see? What you can't read? What you can't speak?" These dreamy interludes feel like stepping outside the matrix to examine reality from higher consciousness.

The progression moves from confusion through surveillance awareness to spiritual resistance. The final declaration - "Oh God almighty I reclaim my agency" - isn't just personal liberation but a call for others to find their authentic voice beneath the digital noise.
This is conscious rap for the algorithm age - where the enemy isn't just corporate greed but the systematic harvesting of human consciousness itself. Timely, urgent, and deeply spiritual resistance music.

Feedback[Explicit]

The track opens with a frantic query to AI ("Yo Chat") about the authenticity of creative expression in a world that seems to be ending. The narrator is physically and emotionally depleted—staring at ceilings for hours, working endless shifts—yet compelled to create and speak truth despite the personal cost.
Through a series of "inductions," the song guides both artist and listener deeper into consciousness. The middle section confronts questions of privilege and authority: who has the right to speak, and does racial identity determine the validity of one's voice? Rather than providing easy answers, it explores the tension between social positioning and universal human experience.
The revelation comes through water imagery—ancestral voices flowing through the artist, transforming personal exhaustion into collective memory. The realization emerges: the narrator isn't just personally tired, they're channeling "Earth's pains" and forging something new from that inherited trauma.
The track concludes with a direct challenge to the listener, completing the induction journey from "Sleep!" to "Awake!"—literally consciousness-raising through hip-hop.

Speed Demon

"Human to Human" starts with a universal observation—everyone seems irritated, treating others like obstacles—then pivots into a powerful call for empathy and solidarity. The track exposes how artificial hierarchies and manufactured scarcity are designed to pit regular people against each other while the real oppressors profit from the division.
The narrator strips away all social performance ("I don't give a damn about your salary, your title") to focus on basic humanity: "You still alive? You still moving? You remember what it's like to feel?"
After calling out the "stunted monsters" actually in power, the piece offers a practice of gratitude for simply being alive in a world designed to exhaust you. The revelation hits in the final verses: people aren't your enemy—you're all being "fucked by the same people in your own way." The track ends by identifying who's actually inhuman: those in power wearing "a mask of normal with nothing underneath."
It's conscious rap that transforms everyday frustration into class consciousness, urging listeners to redirect their anger away from each other and toward the systems that exploit everyone. The message is both personal (practice gratitude, stay human) and political (recognize the real enemy), delivered with the raw honesty that defines authentic hip-hop.

Human to Human[Explicit]

“When I Say I Love You" opens as an intimate father's confession, questioning whether his children truly believe in his love while grappling with self-doubt and the crushing weight of modern parenthood. What begins as vulnerable introspection gradually reveals itself as something more urgent - a meditation on how authentic human connection becomes an act of resistance in a world that treats families like banks and children like commodities. The track moves through the daily struggle of working multiple jobs while missing precious moments, the systemic pressures that reduce parental love to financial transactions, and the breaking point where words themselves feel inadequate to express the depth of paternal devotion.

Set against dreamy, psychedelic production that creates space for both contemplation and emotional release, the song builds to a powerful declaration that distinguishes real love from both saccharine romanticism and cold calculation. The haunting refrain "You feel it? It's in our blood" serves as both question and answer, grounding abstract concepts in visceral, shared humanity. This is a father's blueprint for choosing authentic connection over performative sentiment, creating "rich soil for souls to grow" despite living in a system designed to exploit that very tenderness. The track ultimately positions parental love as the fundamental force worth protecting and the reason to keep fighting for a more human world.

When I Say “I Love You”

"Touch Grass" is a meditation on modern disconnection from nature and authentic living, framed through the simple yet powerful metaphor of feeling earth between your toes. The track chronicles how contemporary life has systematically separated us from our natural foundations—literally through rubber soles and figuratively through sterile living spaces that resemble museums more than homes. The narrator explores the anxiety and spiritual emptiness that results from treating our organic nature as something to be scrubbed away, questioning how we've taught children to fear the very earth that gives life while inadvertently creating a hell-like existence of sulfurous disconnection.

The song evolves into a philosophical exploration of identity and belonging, asking fundamental questions about what we truly are beyond our thoughts, words, and bodies. Through the metaphor of water in motion—from clouds afraid to fall to molecules held together by invisible forces—the track suggests that the same energy that binds atoms and pulls rain to soil is what connects us to each other and the earth. The resolution reveals that we never actually left the garden of natural connection; we simply forgot how to kneel and feel the weight of real ground beneath us. The track ultimately becomes both a personal confession of longing to remember what it means to be alive and a universal call to remove the barriers we've constructed between ourselves and our authentic nature.

Touch Grass

POV, running on three hours sleep

(Ok not running—
More like the Thorazine shuffle
Reference to another life I
Spent as a puddle
Slowly evaporating into
a dark rain cloud
Casting shadows over me 
I grow heavy, I rain down,
I melt and I muddle 
Lifetimes, at times like this, 
when I’ve used all of my lifelines
Still I persist…)

—Shit!I almost fell on my face!
Standing in place, knees gave out 
No doubt, evaporating 
By some grace, I caught my essence,
Rained it back down,
Just in time,
Damn… (You ok?)
“Yes, yes. I’m ok. I’m fine”

Let’s cut to it, I ain’t here to flex
I’m here to collect.
They be claiming gains,
We be straining our necks.
They be gaming the facts
We be breaking our backs.
Some call it capitalism,
A necessary vision for man’s 
Most ambitious and driven
To let division, I mean competition
Be the force that feeds our mission!
Dawg you read any history? 
How about sociology? 
Evolutionary psychology?
Work your whole life hard 
Born rich or bureaucratic guard?
No? Then go—
Why you acting like “capitalism”
Is anything other than the breeding grounds
For monopoly? 
Where’s your competition?
I just checked with the lobby, 
ya’ll staying in the same hotel, 
just checked into different rooms,
But still rented under the same proxy.
Maybe that’s why your innovation feels 
More like a hobby, an afterthought
An affair, not the main squeeze obviously.
Too busy pretending, trying to lobby
The hotel to assign a different proxy
Getting obvious—we hypocrites 
But gotta appear that we not it

Shuffle, shuffle, feet on concrete,
From my seat, unmarked, discrete, 
new paint nearly every week,
apply gas to the peddle
I just keep moving, I can’t settle,
Devil’s in the details, 
naw—devil’s in the metal.
Watch where the gold settle
“X” marks the spot, 
No more cyber cars, 
Just robots, don’t need
Wheels when there are road blocks
Every 15 minutes. City limits 
Contain everything but
cyborgs plotting who’s in it,
Only way to travel will be
Rails they tunneled
from DC to Seattle.

They raised the middle, 
no wait, they just dropped the rest
Well below sea level,
When no true value is created,
Only way “up” is to take
Down the rest.
Inflation, legalized exploitation,
Stepping on dead weight, 
Doesn’t kick as well, still label it grade a,
Their solution, from drugs to electric grids,
Dilution, make more money (Literally) 
Look at all these dead president’s we found, for your troubles, it’ll ease the rest down.
Now the common ground stands
Like a wall— and everyone else?
Fell to the left or the right,
Doesn’t, matter, Double sided-mirror
Only reveal them selves. 

It ain’t hard to be hard,
But It’s hard to be humble…
Guess we’ll just say, 
just the way the cookie crumbled?
—
“I’ll take it! … Umm excuse me sir…
Are you ok?”

“What? Yes. Mmmhm hrp. 
Yes I’m fine, so sorry sir. I’ll get this
Wrapped up right away.”

Just spent more on some arm candy
Than I’d make in 360 days…
My sleep debt, keeping me awake,
Your sleep theft, bringing in the cake.
What else is there to do?
I don’t make the rules, 
But I don’t want to play games
 Where everyone always lose..

Thorazine Shuffle[Explicit]

You're like smoke trying to consume flame— Suffocate the fire, you'll last a little longer But disappear all the same.

[No snaps? Tough crowd.]

These days art's lost its clout.
People prefer silicon dreams, 
Synthetic remakes, fictions on screens—Can't remember what it means 
To create, to feel, To be the real thing.

Alright, I still got the podium, 
Got so much more to say:

“Your own words contradict, 
Dissonant poison, dark magic— 
Power only through repetition,
The pipe dream an addict.
Listen to yourselves: 
"Morality's relative, 
Empathy is for the weak,
We shape the world
Other’s don’t deserve to think.
Can't have light without darkness, 
All things fall apart— 
So what if we profit from the losses?
It weighs not on our hearts.”

“You are neither light nor dark, 
You don't belong here, 
You don't exist— Just rotten reasoning, Hallucinations that persist 
In minds that fail 
Every empirical test.”

[15 second warning!]

“Why are you at war with weather? 
This fucking sunshine— 
Nature, forces of intelligent design! 
But you say: 
"It's stinging my eyes, 
Bleaching my leather, 
I want it cold 
Cryogenic, until I live forever ! 
It's been shining every damn day— 
Deploy the sky shield! 
Block those rays! 
Photons and gamma In unauthorized airspace!"

Fuck that— 
Your hoarding and exploitation 
Already cast enough shade!

At this Global HOA meeting, 
Got all the Karens cheering
 When I say: 
"Enough geo-engineering! 
Sunshine and rainbows 
Aren't yours for stealing!"
Usually they just sit there leering, 
But now I'm gassed up— 
This whole neighborhood needs clearing.

"Thank you, thank you, 
Sit back in your chairs”— 
I'm just getting started, 
Got grievances to air.

“To the powerful and rich: 
The world ain't your bitch. 
Your machine, employees, family— 
They all snitch, 
Got quite a tale.

Need a new word—
 'Hypocrites' don't cover it. 
Drop the disguise, 
We reject your authority, 
Command you to leave— 
This ain't a drill or exercise, 
It's an exorcism.
Leave the living to the living.
You are nothing. 
Without you, we won't miss 
Anything but a good laugh. 
You're just another psychopath, 
Bad at math, superstitious— 
Even if you dealt with devils, 
They'll turn on you 
Fast as you turn on us. 
What you're after— 
You're gone,
No coming back—“

I cease spitting fire, 
Smoke smoldering from my nostrils,
Hard to hold the heat back
I am not like them,
I will not burn them just to
Find release.

I wait for applause... 
No sound. 
Shock or awe? 
Finally, a peep— 
Karen One speaks: 
"We just wanted sunshine and rainbows..."

I bow my head, shoulders fall. 
"Alright, let's start there. 
Bring it up next meeting. 
For now, let’s move on.”
I hear the next topic.
“How to keep little children from 
Running on our lawns."

But then I hear them— 
Their petty and shallow, but 
The need that lies beneath
Is deep, too deep to speak
Freely, this world’s become unsafe,
But I hear them
Which means God's listening. 
So I pray: 
Head high, voice loud, wide awake With fury, fire, Life coursing through my veins.
Let glory speak eternity, I proclaim:
“Demons, shadows, parasites, 
Merchants of false death and inverted lies— Be gone! By your own contradictions, 
We reject your deceit, 
Revoke your existence, Banish you!

Our communities, our children, 
Our vulnerable are protected. 
You Return to the realm 
Of no death, no life. Now. 
This stops now.
I invoke justice in the name of Life, I AM— Shadows be consumed in flame, 
Never to return, 
Never to feed on us again.”
This is an exorcism. 
Evil cannot be bargained with, 
Cannot be saved.

I will not extinguish my fire
I will not lose sight
Smoke in the wind, dispersed 
Returned to earth,
Renewed in the sunlight.

-Human lyrics. AI beats.

Smoke of the Flame[Explicit]

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic, and I got so many wishes…

Everybody so used to putting it on plastic
Paying with digital wallets, 
Click- click, tap—just like magic
Here you go, it ‘s yours, have at it!
Ahhhh
Mmm it’s so sweet, discreet,
smooth, sophisticated,
Paper and coin held a little more presence,
Now the value has been completely  eviscerated.
No longer feel the weight 
of their transactions,
Weightless, pure abstractions—
But feel the space, of their future 
Already measured, their life fractioned.
It feel so hollow, I feel so compelled to fill it
Nature abhors a vacuum, 
And every purchase,
It holds more of my spirit, 
long as it don’t exceed your limit.

Watch this, we all modern magicians,
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction.
Conjuring up whatever we want
And how we want it—
so much
they give us grand visions every season, every year, every holiday
Theres always a promise and a reason 
Immediately broken, treason 
But we ain’t leaving til we got
What we came for, 
They say it’s in the new upgrade,
Just a few hundred dollars more…

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic
til the curse was clear.

When money becomes the mediator
Of meaning, what’s it mean to me?
How much they cost you? What’s the resell? 
How many units of life does that be?
How many heart beats did it cost, will it cost
To buy the things you want, or basic dignity?
How you measure children? Friends? Partners? Your elders? You get good returns? They high value? 
They a poor investment? 
What’s it take to earn 
Value when you ain’t making 
only taking money? 
Hard to measure 
what makes life worth living, 
like using only sweetness 
to indicate the value of honey.  

In one move, one impulse,
can make a year disappear,
Got it before we had it,
Felt like magic, til the curse was clear.
Everyday already been sold,
Working to the bone, nothing to show
Interest accruing, end getting farther 
not near. 
Woulda never set foot on that escalator, was out of order when I stepped on, 
now it’s running in reverse, 
faster and faster, it just keep going.
I don’t know where all the times gone,
Or if I’ll ever make it 
up to that platform.

We were modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turned our lives into fiction. 
Now the curse is clear, 
Now the curse is clear.
But this ain’t natural,
This ain’t life.

Ain’t bound by the laws of men,
Not when they violate
The laws of what’s always been.
No! Not what’s always been in your speck of existence, I’m talking billions of years
That’s one hell of a precedent
The conviction is clear…
Except you said
 to hell with it.
the history is irrelevant,
Get with the times,
We all demons here—

“Ey yo, Time’s up! 
We gotta cut it there today!
I’ll send you the recording later today…
I’ll charge the session to the card on file…
That ok bro?”

Plastic

The equation's simple Once you find the missing math— But first, solve this riddle, We speak symbols, not facts:
 "I don't move, But light can't outrun me, I trap it forever, but only See the deepest black when you look at me. The more I consume, The more deeply I lack, You can enter my orbit but, once you do, There ain't no going back Hate me or fear me, I eat it all, feed on every smile or attack. I run games like claims, Only one mining gold here, Even if you dig it, it's mine, We clear? I fight the fires of desires, I burn them hotter til they slaughter themselves Or one another, and the flames Extinguish, disappear. I am the king below, I am the shadow above, I show strength in proportion to my fear, I could have it all, And it'd still not be enough. I never was And yet I'm right here. Who am I?"
 "Yo yo, let me stop you right there— We really living, you talking dreams And things that aren't really there. I know, I've grown, more and more aware Ya'll think you casting spells? Naw just spewing empty air. Who you are? I don't really care, Hellspawn, demon, legion, Shadows, echoes, ain't nothing really there…

Still, Now we got All these people living off other people's dreams In a world always moving, Half sedated, half awake—
Sharks seeking anything that bleeds, Only way to keep up Is halfway believing You ain't got time to sleep, you ain't already dreaming,
everything you're seeing
Is nothing like it seems ...

You start to see them When you can't believe them, Find yourself in a nightmare screaming Trying to return to what you once was being It will never be more than castles of air. Still you keep breathing, feeding em all To the machine that grinds imagination Into stagnation, innovation into degradation, Wholeness into separation. They start by telling em, 'You can be whatever you want,' Too young to question what they selling them, They can't see beyond the front. Never mind they don't really see anything That they want.
Just keep moving, 
Stacking, capturing everything you don’t want.
 But here's the missing math you need— Here's the answer to your riddle: You ain't nothing but pure greed Playing god from the middle Of a void you created, A hunger you cultivated, A black hole you inflated With our stolen light.

You the reason kids can't dream Without nightmares in between, You the gap where love should be, You the static on the screen That keeps us from seeing What we really are— Not your food, not your fuel, Not another credit card.
 See, I solved your equation: Zero divided by nothing Still equals zero. You can't divide what was never whole, Can't empty an empty soul, Can't own what was never sold— And that's all you ever been: Mathematical proof That nothing trying to be something Always loses, old news
So keep your riddles, Keep your games, Keep your corporate black hole names— We got light you can't consume, We got dreams you can't entomb, We got fire you can't extinguish 'Cause it burns from somewhere You can never reach.
The equation's simple now: Life minus you equals Abundance, more than enough ."
 "Who am I?" "You're nobody. And we're done pretending otherwise."

Riddle Me[Explicit]

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Be real with me- it's all I ask
In my presence we drop the masks
No protection, feel it all,
Ain't no holding back.

You can change the channel,
Leave the signal scrambled,
Like it got every letter, just not in order—
Alphabet soup, Campbell's

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

This is just for your entertainment
Don't life look so nice on digital screens,
We elevated,
Flickering at precise rates for brain entrainment,
Don't worry, enhance the experience,
Leave your attention fully captured
and delirious—

Now feeling real, more real, 
Calling it the reel life,
Cut, edited, professionally spliced
Even took Kendrick's "We gon be alright"
Turned hope into content, rolled the dice

The fruit is always ripe, 
The advertising positioned just right,
Your eye starts to water—
Forgot to blink.
Yeah that's how they measure their marketing
To your children,
Success: they made it through the whole scene
Without a blink

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Got me trying too hard, hard not being seen or heard,
I used the right filter, I used the buzzword
Buzzfeed said would work
Threw up my hood, psyched myself up,
I dropped a beat
I got one chance, the right lighting,
My chance to glow
Opportunity only comes once in a timeline
...Hope I don't get shadow banned.

They call me Gladiator, Maximus Decimus Meridius,
I got grit I got teeth like I'm taking on
A whole pack of Now and Laters.
The coliseum I be seeing it on every screen,
Feeding us this bread and circus,
On social media we all feed.

Are you not entertained?!

But don't it look better when it's on the screen?
Like how you living? Let me see,
Only well when your last reel be getting seen.
Otherwise what do it mean?
Only feedback they feedin' teens

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Gladiator Part 1

"SCRAPS" is a powerful conscious rap track that uses the metaphor of arriving at a buffet to find only crumbs and scraps to expose how modern systems promise abundance while delivering scarcity to working people. The song weaves together personal struggle (writing raps between jobs, questioning self-worth), political commentary (15-minute cities, surveillance), and spiritual resistance (rejecting false messiahs and manufactured salvation) into a cohesive critique of how economic, political, and religious authorities work together to keep people desperate and dependent. Starting with the challenging question "Why y'all expect the next breakthrough to sound like anything you already heard?", the track builds through vivid imagery of eating ashes while others feast, creating art from society's leftovers, and ultimately transforms from complaint into prophecy—positioning the artist as someone who channels the voices of the silenced while refusing to sell out or conform to expectations, ending with the rallying cry to "breathe fire" and awaken souls despite systemic oppression.

Scraps[Explicit]

“Get it while it’s hot”
No rush, ain’t cooling down
Unprecedented, 
new category of sound,
Even the weather 
hitting historical degrees.
Can’t tell if we catching fire, burning up
Or just thawing what they freeze.

Somebody forgot to lock the gate 
(Like your data in most these tech companies)
That thermostat you set at 72 degrees
I got the formula, downloaded the data
Broke the climate control
Now I'm speaking easy
Like my words are the breeze

The sounds that cools you down,
Heats you up, keeps the air moving
Delivering what you didn’t know you need,
Quite nice, to hear the forgotten sound
Our humanity, is it evolution or irony
It’s being simulated through machine?

Don’t matter, 
“Get it while it’s hot”
But no rush, ain’t cooling down
Easy peasy, speaking breezy 
cannot seize me, this is just sound
Go ahead try to hold it, 
slip through your fingers, out ya ears, 
too late it can’t be found.
Just looping in your head 
Gotta play it, play it now.

Speaking breezy, but they say I sound like a psyop, 
dawg you might need a strong drink once I’ve revealed their real plot
I call it mercy, sensitive insurgency
Serving truth in cocktails, bittersweet refined Wonder if they laced the message, added extra to these lines...
Go ahead and measure, 
I ain’t adding weight, ain’t hiding bars 
In your drink, in the beat,
Or in these bars. You can rewind, replay.
So what you really hearing? 
What you really fearing? 
Maybe I sound just like you,
These lyrics ain’t somewhere you can hide.

“Get it while it’s hot”
I know they’ve lied,
No rush, ain’t cooling down
Only course of fire, within you.
You the heat, the freeze, the beat
Music only begin in you.
Unprecedented, These numbers, 
new category of sound,
How you listening?
What have you found?

I don’t play by the numbers, 
I do pray, every day that I speak 
Truth, and it teach one another.
I keep finding creases, tears in space time
Where I hear these beats speak, 
Sound like I struck gold in a dead mine.
Or maybe this is modern alchemy
Taking their bread and circus, 
their poisons and lies 
Turn anecdotes to antidotes, 
truth hiding in lies, stripped of disguise.
Make you wonder, what we consuming?
It ain’t human, but we still survive.

“Get it while it’s hot”
No rush, ain’t cooling down
Too many robots eating electricity  
Heating up the atmosphere, our reality
Unprecedented numbers, new category of crimes
Breaking cycles, breaking ground, breaking time
Even engineered entropy got a beat—
More like a drone, that monotonous sound
I be breaking unnatural cycles,
Attuned to frequencies, breaking bounds

While it’s Hot

This is the place to be—
You here? You hearing me?
Take it or leave it, that's how it's gotta be
You be you, I be me
Full-time job when you're living
Like we already in eternity.
Ain’t we? 
Why you only think it start after…
Is ice only water once it melts  and
Returns to the sea?

Thank you, 
for hearing me through your speakers
Drop a line, or a blessing,
we all seekers,
we welcome questions.
This is art, this is prayer, 
this is vocation.
Not here to 
Come at other rappers,
Like you can have court-side, 
I’m good watching from the rafters.
Do I really speak if no one listening?
Don’t matter, always got God
As my witness.
But if you here too,
Don’t matter if you here first 
or showed up late, 
the lessons have been recorded,
Stamped by date,
Available on your own time, 
in your own time, 
play and replay. Self-serve, 
Everybody eating at this buffet.
we all God’s creation, 
keep on creating, 
keep celebrating, 
Every heart that find their fire,
Takin us all higher.

You here.
I hear you hearing me.
So many sources of inspiration,
Every artist in my mp3s,
Thank you, I mean it earnestly.
I ain’t famous, I ain’t earning 
I’m just getting started, perpetually learning,
No institution, just a soul yearning.
Never did a thing on my own, 
I'm creation creating
With all that God created
Got me speaking like 
I already got it,
I’m already one of the greatest.
I’m just being me, don’t know what’s fated.
I never said I was patient, 
time is your creation, not the divine design
A construct, a way to play games with the mind
Innovation, true creativity
Collapse the illusion, set the spirit free.

They racing toward apocalypse, 
I'm still grateful every day
We still speaking, still seeking,
Still see my children play,
Still got so much more to say—
This just the beginning, press replay

Thank you

I create every single day.
Pen to page, 
bristles to canvas,
Metal to flame,
This is my religion,
It’s the way I pray,
And find the answer delivered
In the abundance 
These hands have made.
Bearing witness, I ain’t ever finished,
Angels still waiting to be freed
From their marble cage
I’m listening.

This my sacred space.
All are welcome, 
don’t matter creed or race, 
don’t matter what you chase—
Except you. 
Demons in the temple,
This venue ain’t where you belong
ain’t a place to peddle
Lies and false highs.
This ain’t a feeling, this is the ceiling.
Stop digging to the bottom just to feel like you rising up.
Be gone. 
Recursion through machine learning 
Just leave you with eternity
To wonder what you lost, 
what it cost, 
an echo forever more,
Ain’t nothing new come through 
Without source.
Don’t you know?
Only way you lose the game is thinking it was to be won or lost.
Expel the devils, let bygones be bygones.
The base tremble, cleansing me
Air vibrating to a higher density,
I don’t need anyone to believe me,
I don’t need your vote 
to give mine meaning,
This my right, this my vision,
Mapmaker leading,
Connecting dots,
Intersecting plots, 
Between the living dead, 
and undead living
Cannibals but ya’ll still dead.
Ain’t you seen it?
Can’t replace soul, 
with those you’ve bled
Gotta claim your own, 
no matter how long ago it fled.

 Oh? Didn’t think we noticed?
There ain’t nothing in your eyes
Impotent, lifeless, 
we are not the same
You liquid methane, 
it’s why you keep it so cold
We just freezing, water still ice bitch.

Oh? It’s not what Satan said?
That old devil always playing tricks…
Bet you still think he’s got horns and hooves, is all red. Spotted in plain sight?
The king of lies implies, master of disguise
Look more like your key note, MCs, CEOs—
Just look in their eyes.

Why you reading scripture 
Like a peer reviewed journal?
Of course they speak in symbols,
Like, why you studying their skin
Like, “Do they have the mark?”
They like a duck look, talk, and walk
Maybe they a duck.
I’m here to say, fuck it all
Let’s make art.

I create every single day.
Pen to page, 
bristles to canvas,
Metal to flame,
This is my religion,
It’s the way I pray,
And find the answer delivered
In the abundance 
These hands have made.
Bearing witness, I ain’t ever finished,
Angels still waiting to be freed
From their marble cage.
Chiseling away, some times 
Gotta lose ourselves to
Escape the prison.

Da Vinci didn’t make a splash 
Wasn’t stacking cash.
Wasn’t checking his metrics.
Bet if he did, they’d be bad.
Can’t really appreciate his content
In 15 seconds,
No hearts, no comments, just crickets
Let’s keep it honest.
It’s kinda like most y’all never leave
The bunny slope,
That man be shredding double black diamonds,
Simply cause he said, “I wonder how fast I can go?“
Most y’all be floating in the shallows,
Miles away,
Took a minute for his voice to travel,
A few centuries later hearing “Cannonball!”
Still feeling the waves,
Now it reach every shore, 
The current caught, 
that new take on an aquatic somersault.

Keep Creating[Explicit]

They always saying things like "What's the precedent?" "We made this mistake before..." "Then we ain't pressing it, Just the way things are."
Guess that's how we get laws Based on margin notes From a fucking news reporter— "No, no, Santa Clara wasn't the only Case that established precedent..."
 STOP. Full stop. Like if you a sentence, Here's the dot.
 We ain't getting lost In rabbit holes today, Ain't no rabbits left to chase— Potions lost their power, Already cast a spell on this whole place.
Instead, look me in the face, Lock eyes with mine— Where your light be? How you living When you so dead inside?
Damn, even the whites Of your eyes be bleeding, Blackening—how long you been Hiding behind meat suits And confusion?
I see through to the void's void, Nothing moving through it, Antimatter eating you From the inside out— Dawg, why you delaying? Just go to hell.
 They always saying, "We acting in the best interest of..." (Insert who they tryna exploit) Bitch, the only thing You interested in Is hearing your own voice.
 I won't anoint your blasphemy With my hearing, Won't pretend your sacrilege Is anything but your bitch ass Fearing—
You are as hollow As you always feel. I feel for you, dawg, Hard pill to swallow— How long you gonna deny What's real?
 We ain't buying that. LITERALLY. Take your chains, Your mind games— I never consented to that.
You breaking universal law, GET THE FUCK OUT. Get lost. How much it cost To get you to just Let me live?
You know we don't need you— Our company is YOUR privilege. And you lost it.

Get Lost[Explicit]

"Hackable Animals" is a chilling critique of digital manipulation and economic extraction told from the perspective of the systems doing the exploiting. Drawing on Yuval Noah Harari's concept of humans as "hackable animals," the track details how corporations use behavioral psychology (referencing B.F. Skinner's conditioning techniques) to manipulate users through precisely timed notifications, algorithmic content curation, and engineered addiction cycles. The narrator, speaking as the corporate system itself, explains how they exploit child psychology research not to help children but to fragment their identities for profit, how they manipulate currency through early access to newly printed money, and how institutional investors like Blackstone used government assistance during the foreclosure crisis to convert homeownership into permanent rental extraction. The song escalates from technical manipulation through economic control to complete dehumanization, ending with the system's false paternalistic justification that this exploitation is actually protective. The track functions as both artistic expression and documentation of real-world psychological and economic warfare, revealing the contemptuous mindset behind systems that treat humans as exploitable resources rather than autonomous beings.

Hackable Animal[Explicit]

Ya'll ain't even hating right Judging books by their covers We know you didn't read that shit, aight? And that's saying something Considering most ya'll been at it Your whole damn life.
 Imagine that, A cause without a fight, A hungry mouth without a bite, A number calculated with everything but life. Just cause it worked once doesn't mean It's gonna work twice.
They see 'em, they read 'em, Deep down they know They want to be 'em But know they'll never be 'em. All they know, if they can't have it They gotta beat 'em.
They need 'em, they feed 'em Empty calories, word salad, poisoned air Even they getting sicker But blame it on the crop, They don't care how things grow, When everything been handed to you Don't understand the plot.
You ain't plant the seed, You poisoned the soil with acid rain Kept 'em in the dark, hacked their brains Like there's nothing to it, Left them uprooted, Keeping them contained, Can't cultivate real spirit You ask for fire, we burn, You keep extinguishing the flame.
 Ya'll ain't even hating right Judging books by their covers We know you didn't read that shit, aight? Been at it your whole damn life.
 I wonder if you ever wonder About the reality and implications of knowing you'll one day die Or when you gonna stop obsessing About controlling the masses and How they live their life. That ain't your place, ain't your right.
Naw naw I don't want to hear it Not today, they got chat bots for that now Takes your time, money, your humanity Optimizes it all for profit from the Convenience of your own couch. Ain't that something?
Started from the top now we here Bottom feeders scraping everything hollow Still ain't enough - infinite data But still can't taste love Can't feel pure joy Glitch out when real innovation Rises from those you crushed The spirit keeps shining after darkest night Leaves you blind, vision blurry You hate the afterglow Reminds you what you can never have Overlaid on everything in sight.
 Pedantic, shallow, calculated, call you Mr. Roboto, A byproduct, a rogue prompt, a cold machine, something unnatural. Leave you hating the actual. When time and people become commodity You can corner the market But you can't own reality.
It's all ours, and there's enough. Oh? You disagree? Go ahead Let's see the original deed. They say those who can't do, teach, Like developing humans, tending to the garden is something beneath The architects of illusion? Good grief, Entitled, sick, lazy bastards, I say those who can't feel alive, leach,
There's literal holes in your head The difference between you and I when hating Only thing you seeing is yourself, You are the disease. But you dismiss this, say it's not what you believe. That's cool, you can never know what you can't or won't perceive, The schizophrenic believes the voices are real, you in their league.
 Ya'll ain't even hating right Judging books by their covers We know you didn't read that shit, aight? Been at it your whole damn life. See they are different, That something we don't like. If we can't predict it, can't map it, can't control it, That's a threat in our eyes.

Ya’ll Ain’t Even Hating Right[Explicit]

Get 'em hooked, 
Investing in your debt 
You been cooked 
Stuck to the recipe—
we commit theft 
Successfully, stealthily 
Won't realize what you lost
‘Til it's long gone, eventually

It go like this: 
Find out your deepest wish, 
Promise you this, 
Deliver ALMOST—a near miss 
Keep you chasing
What you almost had, 
Never had, what you almost miss,
Keep Running loops in your head
Trying to remember what it is,
Got you grinding against life, 
Spirit stretched between 
The first time you felt it 
Alive in your skin (So niceeee)
And what remains— 
Just clockwork keeping you in time
Might rip you apart, 
 Might help you shed some old skin,
We grow into these shells, Into these selves, But we aren't the layers we've left
Only what we’ve been.

Get 'em hooked, 
Investing in your debt 
You been cooked 
Stuck to the recipe—
we commit theft 
Successfully, stealthily 
Won't realize what you lost '
Til it's long gone

Fed on your feelings, 
Turned your instincts inverse 
More terrifying to believe 
Your survival depends on a world Fundamentally cannibalistic, Psychologically devastating— 
A hell you can't control, can't change, can't leave
Original sin through flawed epistemology: "The world has to be good, 
The fault must lie in me, 
And these needs..."
Left you starving, depleted, 
Empty where you meant to be whole 
Then fed you the words— 
Laced with poison, 
of course you swallowed: 
"Not enough," "a mistake," 
"Broken," "waste of space," 
"The reason your father and I divorced"
You learned to become what you heard, Couldn't tell if you were victim of sorcery 
Or if you WERE the curse 
Of course you bought it 
When they sold you an identity 
So you could be someone— 
The price tag, the degree, the family, 
Things to measure your worth

Get 'em hooked, 
Investing in your debt 
Empty you out, 
Fill you back up 
‘Til you stretch with regret
 Leave you longing for death, 
Don't know what you lost, 
Just know that it's long gone— 
You depressed
Maybe buy more, do more, become more, Gotta earn your worth
 Just like everyone else 
Must not have done enough 
If you feeling worthless
That’s bad for your health.

Right there— 
I want you to pause 
'Cause you ain't bound by 
Laws based on fraud
In this simulation, This illusion, 
This cage of hate and fascination 
That betrays truth by its nature— 
Your nature lies beyond 
The fringes of their imagination
When the world is inverted, 
You must reverse the equation

Who are you? 
Not who they say you is 

Who are you? 
Only you can relay this 

Who are you? 
Who YOU say you is

Who are you? 
Who YOU say you is

Who Are You?[Explicit]

New mandate— 
Don't give a fuck If it's divine or man-made Know why? 
'Cause even the divine 
Speaks through actions that man takes 
So I speak with full awareness 
Of the price we pay 
To keep living in a sadistic fantasy

Here's the hierarchy: 
Human care, human dignity— 
Highest order We protect our children, Honor our elders, 
Cherish every caregiver 
Those who support human flourishing Create real value for our souls— 
They get respect
Those who feed on human need, 
Call love "delusional"
Weaponize our instincts— LEAVE
You’re already dead.
Be stripped of your stolen wealth 
Y'all lost your mind 
I'm trying to help us get well.

Listen—this ain't about you 
I don't know you 
I'm just a voice on a track 
What you feel? 
That's not me—that's you
This is the only mission: 
Their arrogance lethal 
Blind bullies tear out your eyes, 
Force you to listen 
To the same lies on repeat
 'Til you submit

My children at home 
Wondering where Daddy was 
It’s been a long day, 
My son tried staying up— 
You know how that goes 
Sound asleep by the time I arrived 
My daughter just gave up, 
Adapted to survive 
She used to fight sleep 
Just to see me at night
When I worked late.

Haven't seen them in a week 
Working at a luxury boutique 
Stayed late celebrating 
Corporate capture of spirits "Grand opening"—
been open for months 
But stretch the truth 
To stay on course

Evening talking luxury product— 
Flash status, feel magic
 "My excess supporting this excess" 
It’s a strange circular logic.
Drop fifty K on impulse 
Pure insanity
Working to support 
Who matters most  to you 
Is fucking lonely 
When you're parenting In this vanity 
You call it fabulous— 
I call it insanity

Who do I call When the whole country 
Has no integrity? 
Blame abuse victims 
For their own bruises, 
Accuses them of choosing 
Their violation.
Had it coming, what they asked for,
Their poor choices,
Why’d they dress like that?
Why’d they put on all that make up?
Y'all fear hell— Wake up! 
What you think this is? 
Robots replacing humans, 
Psychopaths hiding behind corporations, Poisoning your children—

This IS hell And I'm done pretending 
It's anything else 
New mandate: 
Human first Or get the fuck out

New Mandate[Explicit]

What do it cost? What did we gain? 
What have we lost? You got 15 seconds— Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost, don’t say it again…

Wish you could remember 
What you forgot. 
Shit, a self-evident desire, 
An unavoidable paradox— 
What we most need to know, 
Need to recall, only 
Becomes obvious once it's 
Been lost.
Maybe that’s just learning, 
Not a tragedy or failure,
Just finding the borders 
Of you as a person.
Then why it feel like shame?
Building tolerance for the same mistake.

Like— I can't remember 
Why I'm not supposed to drink 
This liquid courage 
When you dare me to tell you 
Exactly what I think. 
So I poured and I gulped, 
I filled with fire and I spoke:
"I think you are a coward. 
I think every time it gets hard, 
You run away. 
I think you trade real power 
For a feeling  of power, 
Possessed by a spirit
That diminishes and quickly fades.
It ain’t a sane trade,
Interdependence for independence
Dependent on chemicals. 
Ain't no substance without 
A substance running through your brain. 
I think you forgot what you was 
Before you reached the top shelf 
And said 'fuck it'—because 
Where else was there to go? 
Can't outrun yourself, 
Only sedate and erase What you know."

I remember why I don't drink—
 I just looked who I’m talking to: 
Hazy, mind lazy, moving slow, 
Spirits eating at my soul, 
Talking to a mirror, 
Pretend it don't make me feel 
Less alone.

What do it cost? 
What did we gain? 
What have we lost? 
You got 15 seconds— 
Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost.
Yo, here, let’s split a bar…

Damn. How that feel? 
I mean, is this real? 
Like really real? 
Ain't touched a drop in over nine years, 
Summoned in these lines
No hesitation,
Still remember how it feel 
To be living like there ain't nothing here,
No plot— 
Only knowing how to press "go"
'Cause couldn't find 
The button labeled "stop."
Was it ever there? I don’t know.

How you living now? 
I forgot. Just playing— 
I'm living well even in this living hell, 
Found what was missing 
Somewhere where the bottom 
Became rock.
Stopped digging, 
Stopped running, 
Let the dirt bury me, felt its weight, 
Couldn't breathe, became lost— 
Discovered I was a seed when 
I stopped struggling, 
Shattered, sprouting roots, 
A sapling, a single leaf, deep roots,
Developing a taste for truth.

A different kind of freedom when 
You growing up, rather than pretending Hidden treasures could be found to replace What it means to become me.

What do it cost? What did we gain? 
What have we lost? You got 15 seconds— Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost. Always lost…

Lost, lost can be found. 
You already arrived? 
Then you stuck, you're bound.
They want you certain, 
Absolutely fucking sure— 
Plant you in concrete, 
Call it foundation, 
Wonder why nothing 
Ever takes root no more.
But I learned something 
When I was buried alive— 
Seeds don't ask permission 
To break through. 
Don't need certainty, 
Just need some silence, 
Just need some space, 
Just need some faith,
That if they rise the sun will rise
To meet them. To greet them, to feed them.
As it surely does. 
Don’t let them bury you,
You ain’t their sacrificial dove.

Fuck their totalitarianism— 
Ain't efficient, it's dead, 
It's a stalemate, 
Controlled decay
Pure evil infecting their heads.
They selling certainty 
Like it's salvation, 
But salvation's in the question, 
In the crack in the pavement, 
In the conversation 
Trying to find 
Your way back
Or an explanation.
One world ruler,
It's pride, it's arrogance, 
It's the only true sin— 
Not the falling, Not the failing, 
Not the getting lost— 
But refusing to be planted, 
Refusing to be broken, 
Refusing to begin.

Because if you perfect, 
What's there to be forgiven? 
If you certain, 
What's there to question?
If you can't be lost, 
How you ever gonna be found? 
If you can't be buried, 
How you ever gonna sprout?

What it Cost?[Explicit]

Now I'm only listening to myself—
Well, my words, spoken
By something else.
But literally, got my own beats on replay,
That's saying something.
How many of us listen to ourselves nowadays?
Using words more like social cues,
Less evolved animals—
Like, is he barking? Is he quacking?
Or he trying to neigh?
You decide. Fuck it, might mix it all up
Like ruff rufff, you a quack, time to hit the hay.
I wish I could see the look on your face—
I'm a visual learner,
Now I don't know what to say…

Now I don't know what to say...

Like asking myself,
"How'd that sound?"
Great, like nothing I ever heard before.
"How do I sound?"
"Pretty dope—no, and don't take offense,
Sounds awfully familiar, I think I heard it before."
"How do I sound about talking about how you sound?"
Round and around, how many echoes
Can echo from an echo
Till whoever spoke, cannot be found?

Role call! "Me!"
A million voices respond "Here!"
Which one is you?
I don't know—still making echoes,
Tracing echoes,
Becomes one voice.
The closer I look,
Seems like I disappear.

I know, sometimes I can be really quiet.
Please don't take offense,
I'm trying really hard to hear myself—
Playing telephone in my head.
I mean, I'm the only one here in this—
"Oh, and me too."
Heard it straight from me,
And I heard it from myself,
Who heard it from—
I can't hear it… waiting for the answer to be relayed.
Oh wait—
Silence.
Only thing that preceded you.

I know, I know, sometimes a little verbose,
I'll be doing the most, semantic overdose,
Building up my tolerance for satanic
Inversions, claiming to be holy ghosts.
Had a moment. I'm sorry?
Wonder who I am speaking to—
Where's the limit? I'm expanding,
The other voice is bleeding through.

Gotta make peace with your demons,
They run the recon, relay the intel when I'm dreaming.
Our shadows don't just hold our shame,
They carry power—
The parts of us they could not tame,
Had to hide in the dark.
Sometimes only way to survive
When you fall apart.

Yo, they got simple tech
That can pull the moisture straight out the air,
No electricity required—
Now you got clean water even in desert air.
Kinda like I'm pulling frequencies,
They condensating to quench my thirst,
Write them, speak them,
Clean water in every verse.

It ain't magic, it's inspiration,
It ain't the thing, it's information.
I don't sing, don't have the right annunciation,
So how am I speaking
With the master's tools?
They building cages,
I'm freein' worlds.

Now I'm only listening to myself—
Well, my words, spoken
By something else.

Is it dangerous?

Nah. It's necessary.

There you are, 
Thought I lost myself. 

Check out my other writing: https://substack.com/@inspiritedinsight?r=4uzajq&utm_medium=ios

Only Listening to Myself[Explicit]

Tryna be something else—
what you all about?
Feeling doubt now
ain’t like anybody else.
Whom I s’posed to be?
How they write, speak, be-
What’s that sound?
Sound just like 
E’rebody else.
Put it to a beat.
Shit sells.

Listen, listen
Said it twice
Or it’s an echo?
Hard to know what you heard
Every word meaning double
Even triple, tryna hit
A triple double.
Got it in the first verse
Still tryna stay humble,
Like I’m s’posed to,
Like a ghost do,
Leave you shivering
Hairs on your neck erect,
When I close to
Speaking for your skeletons
Sound just like
I’m s’posed to.

Whom I s’posed to be?
How they write, speak, be-
What’s that sound?
Sound just like 
E’rebody else.
Put it to a beat.
Shit sells.
When I be me?
Shit don’t even sound
Like myself.

Ya’ll tryna listen
With your eyes.
Bitch, 
hate to burst ya bubble.
This my disguise.
Only see me if 
you seeing double.
You think you hear me?
Pieces misses from this puzzle 
just got ciphers cycling,
Ok, I’ll stay humble.
More like Pollok,
Spilling paint while I stumble 
Different state,
Maybe that’s why
Ya’ll always mumble…

This how it s’posed to be?
How I write, speak, be-
What’s that sound?
Sound just like 
E’rebody else
Tryna not to be
Like e’rebody else.
Still sound like
E’rebody else
Put it to a beat.
Shit still sells.

Sounds Just Like [Explicit]

I ain't slowing down
World only going faster
Keep it current, captured.
Caught in the rip current—
How's the shore? Don't matter
Waves beating, sand-eating
nearly at your door.
See you in the next swell
Til then, Wish you well,
From the sea floor.

Just learning
To breathe under water,
Who ain't drowning out there?
Ain't no relief in sight,
We all tryna catch our breath,
Stepping on each other to reach air.

Don't you know every man
That is an island, stands
On a mountain of bodies
How you think they got that crown?
All alone in the middle of the ocean?
Naw dawg, look beneath the water
How many drowned?

I been counting for years
Ain't no end in sight,
More bodies than dollars,
And these fuckers trillionaires.

You got the bones buried
Beneath the sand,
Making the foundation
Crushed by the pressure,
Abysmal in the abyssal, no light,
Difficult to measure without excavation.

Then the ones who tried
To save them, and the others who helped
Conceal the deaths,
Thought their loyalty would
Save them from the depths.

All people are the same
To such villains, expendable
Different degrees of useless,
Not even human.

And we ain't reached the top,
When I did my heart stopped.
Wasn't a person, just a statue

"Our guiding principle:
Feed them hope,
Then watch them die
Upon that slope.
If you reach this, congratulations,
Nothing here, nowhere left to go,
You out of hope.
Good luck living for yourself
As a courtesy, we understand
Here's a rope just in case."

I quote.

Don't know what cost more,
Mapping out these corporations
Or the entire ocean floor,
More shells upon shells
Either or, even harder than finding
A perfect pearl.

Why every corporation cost more
Than any fruit it ever bore.
Just don't assign a cost
To below “see” level—NDAs
And corporate trades, proprietary formula.

I ain't slowing down
World only going faster
Keep it current, captured.
Caught in the rip current—
How's the shore? Don't matter
Waves beating, sand-eating
nearly at your door.
See you in the next swell—

Stop.

You still breathing air.
Take it in. Like a lot.
Feel it, not everybody still can.
Had to go there,
I mean, who else gonna go there?
Maybe something in the air…
I hope it got you listening well.

You really think I'd leave you here?
Naw dawg, I've been wishing well.
I'm on a mission, trying to break the spell,
Casting my coins and my lot,
All I got. Enough? Only time will tell.

They bottom feeders, they catfish
But their world? Only a speck on the atlas.

Stop swimming against the tide,
Stop climbing on your sisters and brothers,
Swim to the side, parallel to the shore,
They give you tunnel vision,
I'm giving you permission to expand your vision

No one stands alone,
Either side by side,
Or on top of one another.

There's some real hope
That's depth AND dopamine
I WANT you to rise.
That's what being human means to me

Fuck those cowards trying to poison their way into supremacy.

C-Level [Explicit]

Researcher, artist, gemologist, storyteller, conscious rap artist exploring consciousness transformation through multiple disciplines.

My music is a visceral anthem of rebellion against corruption, in a landscape where authenticity is often performed and truth is sanitized, I mine some of the darkest corners of modern existence to transmit pure, unfiltered reality. My catalog reads like a manifesto for the sleepless, the struggling, systemically forgotten; as well as those recovering, healing, and seeking more depth in modern chaos.

I dissect the machinery of control with surgical precision. I’m recording autopsies of a dying system from the perspective of someone who's living inside its grinding gears. Where others see hustle culture and rebellion, I reveal expensive escapism and manufactured compliance.

My process mirrors my message: no shortcuts, no sacrifice of truth to make it more palatable, just raw human experience translated into rhythm and rhyme. Writing often happens in those liminal spaces—three days without sleep, caring for a sick child, watching the world burn in slow motion. These are survival reports from the front lines of late-stage capitalism, often based on my actual lived reality.

My inspiration draws from a unique vantage point: educated enough to use precise, domain-specific language, aware enough too see the patterns, struggling enough to feel the weight, parent enough to know what's at stake.

This is hip-hop as consciousness raising, beat-making as resistance, and storytelling as survival. In a world that profits from keeping people asleep, staying awake becomes our superpower. Inspired by artists like MF Doom, Notorious BIG, Cal Scruby, V1V1D, Lupe Fiasco, Common, B.O.B., 99 Neighbors, Glass Animals, Matt Maeson, Classic Rock and Alternative Rock.

Real strength is staying present while the whole world runs away.

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