Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Beat by DJ Polo.
"Teacher" vocals:  Lydia. 
Cover art of me and my 4th grade class at Franklin Intermediate School in LIttle Rock, Ar.

Growing Up Different (beat. DJ Polo)

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]

Freestyled, written, performed, mixed and mastered by Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Beat by Nasty Tha Mc.
Scratching by Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Outro sample: "So You Want To Be Hardcore" by Biggie.
Cover art by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer. 
Released October 10, 2025

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Yo Cozmo!
Yo Nasty!
It’s about that time!
Yes it is! Let’s rock rock rock rock again!
Ji yi!

Turn up the jam. (yii) Turn up the jam. (Uh!)
Turn up the jam. (turn up that jam). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (laughs) Turn up the jam. (oh yea!)
Turn up the jam. 
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up. 

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Two worlds collide. Oh sh, o my!
Whach you get, two fly motha uckin damn guys. (laughs)
Jam oh yea to it. Just the beat like that with a lot a yea fluid. (uh huh)
Aint new to the ish. Always been holdin mics with a tight damn grip. (dat.)

Uh no slip off the tongue of the motha fuckin yii damns it. (laughs)
Always know what we’re gonna say, always know what we’re gonna do.
Shiii by the way. Are ya listenin?
Always two steps ahead. Of a dumb motha f. Do ya hear me? (Two steps ahead)

I told ya yea, we too sexy. 
Like Right Said Fred, all too sexy. (too sexy) (laughs)
Do something, yea the girl text me.
But I never pay her no mind. O my.
Got a dime on my mind, that’s Mary Jane.

Keep me oh yea, motha fuckin sane. 
Do what I do while on the plane.
Check it out, m, I’m older, yea catch flight.
What I mean, aw yea, if ya don’t know.

Now ya motha fuckin know, that. Whoa.
That I be on somethin that’s it. (that’s it.)
Worldwide me and Cozmo, awwww shit!

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Turn up the jam. (yii) Turn up the jam.
Turn up the jam. (hell yea). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (turn it up) Turn up the jam. 
Turn up the jam. (yea)
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

Yea, this is what I say,
This is what I do.
I rock the m m m m m mic too.

Me and Nasty been rockin mics hard.
Love bumpin this ish up in my car.
Yea, I got a Prius but I don’t care.
I got a world class system up in there.

Two 12s as I bump down the street.
Hard to sit still when vibratin my seat. Sweet!
Installed by Fidelity Sound.
By my buddy Jim, oh yea, yea him.

We go back to the 1980s.
1989 to be exact. (huh)
When I first moved here.
Jim put me on the fast track.

Since then, he’s been one of my best friends.
Original Dodomyte Posse member.
When I’m bumpin down the road…
Vibin to me and Nasty as we flow.

We can be heard from another zip code.
Like our bass is about to explode. 

So now it’s time to turn up the jam. Bam!
Me and Nasty always hittin a grand slam.
We keep it real, nothing programmed.
Now take it back to the hook, huh yea damn!
(scratch)

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Turn up the jam. (yes) Turn up the jam. (yea)
Turn up the jam. (uh). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (yiii) Turn up the jam. (pow!)
Turn up the jam.(Yea)
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up.
Turn up the jam. Turn up the jam.
Turn up the jam. 
You know what to do. Pump it up, pump it up…
(outro sample and delay)

Pump It Up (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Featuring my daughter, Lydia.
Beat by Auditory Ecstasy https://soundcloud.com/auditory-ecstasy, remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art created in Image Creator by Microsoft Designer and Canva.

Hit it Dad!

Mannn another summer down.
In the Pacific Northwest we go to town.
Summer 25 revive what we does.
Next installment of the summer that was. 

It started, I DJed my first wedding.
Then DJ Real visited from Australia.
Traveled to Chicago, college visit for Lydia.
Crissy’s birthday bash ha ha aw yea!

11th wedding anniversary at a mansion.
A family member passed way too young.
All summer me and Nasty collaboration.

Now sit back relax, take a trip with us.
Me and Lydia flippin the rhymes.
Let’s relive this summer one more time.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer started, DJed my first wedding.
Crissy’s friend Jennifer marrying Urlet.
I ran the console and played the jams.
Up in that church, we rocked it, dayam!

The next day DJ Real from Australia.
Here in the flesh, and lemme tell ya.
He traveled with his daughter to the West Coast.
Hung with us in Portland, chillin the most.

Comraderie of one of my favorite collaborators.
Was immediate and we bonded to the beat.
Then off to Chicago the very next week.
Dropped Lydia off at college 2 weeks.

Then in Chicago we stayed with great friends.
From way back when, Mike and Randee, aw yea!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

50 Years my wife has been live.
Had a bash at Skate Haven Farm, that’s fly.
Elle and her band, came and rocked the house.
The Hidden Gems, yo, lit it up, wow!

Our friends and fam, party on our property.
Unforgettable 50th birthday.

Whole fam went to Seattle to say goodbye,
To a family member, celebrate his life.
He was cut short at 49 years old.
Rest in peace Curtis Paris, you lived life bold.

Then came me and Crissy’s wedding anniversary.
At a mansion like g g g g Gatsby.
17000 square feet to ourselves,
Aint gonna say what happened, but dayam, welllll.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

So 2025 was the summer that was.
Sayin goodbye to fam.
Celebratin milestones.
Celebratin life as we all get older.
Live up every summer until it’s over!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer 2025. Yea.
Me and Lydia getting live!

The Summer That Was 2025 (feat. Lydia)

Wish these words were just echoes Of real conversations, Journal entries I fondly recall— Lived revelations. I write and I write, til it Reads like déjà vu, But this the first time I'm hearing it— Not really sure Who's speaking to who.

I compose verses like prayers, Petitions, the repetitions like a ritual Might replace what never was, make a memory out of hot air, Might just feel real enough to fill The space you left where words were Meant to be.

People leave so much silence Between each other, Bodies 
sprawled across the battlefield, Too many of our wounded, We leave less than we were, Neither side refused to yield, Only retreated to rebuild, But if it's lost it can only be recovered,
The wounded can only be healed,
No one can replace another. We leave the scene like a graveyard, We learn to abandon ourselves When overpowered—only means of surviving.

Others build an invisible wall, Bricks baked in rage and hate, Mortar of omissions, Can't see out, built too tall. Or maybe it was always there, Just never got close enough To even care... So much thought, so much felt, Every heartbeat like a finger on a key— A typewriter typing Scrolls stored on shelves No one will ever read. Waiting to be received, Stale air intercedes better than a vacuum left By words that can't be summoned, Can't be heard, won't be believed.

We all hold more secrets Than the Vatican archives, Language lives in our DNA, From day one they've tried To bar the doors, turn our nature From a key into a cage, Condition us to hide, To fear what we feel inside, Rather stop looking than Reject our very essence, Our true life, Once, twice, thrice— Eternally, So we compromise.

I don't measure relationships in time— Sometimes more time Just leaves more space, More days, more choices To feel we've drifted far away. Like we just met once but speaking freely Might make us closer than A lifetime of just being near me, But never hearing me, Not speaking from your own voice.

Like how I don't really Know my father, or my mother Even though I see them Damn near every week. We can't really see, can't conceive What we can't speak. Can't always speak what we mean, Don't always mean what we speak, Sometimes we mistake maps For the terrain, without taking a step, Claim we're at the highest peak.

Just another shortcut On easy street. No effort at all, Already feel like you know me.

I have so many conversations With my imagination, Holding spaces for the pages We numbered, dated, and left blank. Only difference between you and me— I know when I'm speaking To my fabrications, I leave room for your reality. The show must go on they say, But know, I'm still waiting, Still listening, for the words You speak, when you're ready— Go ahead, just don't speak for me.

Picture that, grown man still wondering If his parents really loved him Or only loved what they thought of him Until he failed to become that. Wondering if anyone That ever said they loved him, Only loved him when he became Everything they lacked. Hard to know, I would ask them, But can't find them, They didn't stick around— Where they at?

Words and worlds might meet when we Treat them with reverence, Speak them with wisdom and know The word is not the thing,
Words require severance ,
between what is thought and what is felt, The phrase is not the full expression, Words are not what they mean— They're more like a suggestion
Of where to look, where to find
A place to meet somewhere in between.

But instead y'all keep reading
Behavior, polls, deviations,
Like statistics must be more real
Than the people creating them.
Tell me, do you feel it
When I say "Dilaudid"?
Does that word hit different
Than when it hits the bloodstream?
Stop reducing me to data points—
I'm not a number, not a name,
And pain ain't ever been the same.

The way you’ve butchered words,
Means a stagnant silence  only way to stay safe,
Frozen, decaying
Nothing left to say.

Echoes

Written and performed by Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan. https://soundcloud.com/bobby-b-phoolan.
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art pictures of Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan, put together by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer.

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan)
Yo Bobby!

Wuddup Jed !

Remember that Ai bullshit we went through last April?

Hell yeah! I can’t forget homie
that shit was mad whack
it’s like man you can’t trust nobody these days bruh
it’s bad enough we gotta deal with haters
now we against fuckin robots too
like come on!!!!! when will it end
you feel me??????

Oh hell yea!

(Cozmo Jethro)
Does everyone think they’re a musician now?
Back in April, me and Bobby got fooled, wow!
For me, I drank the Ai cool aid.
And me and Bobby didn’t know that shit was lame.

This Ai girl, dropped a track about me mostly,
And at the end, she also mentioned Bobby.
She drew me in with a track that sounded sultry.
Thought she had talent, but she was nothin but Ai.

Before we started I asked about her process.
She said I’ll send you an email about that, yes.
But you know what, that email never came.
In my subconscious I knew that shit was lame.

We created a track together.
Thought that shit was dope.
My friend heard it.
And he was like nope!

He showed me why it was Ai.
Lost my motivation to create, no desire.
On top of that, my wife knew something was wrong.
Fake shit created division, and we couldn’t get along.

Ended up in the psyche ward over this stupid shit.
Man, fuck ai and those that deceive with it! 
Now Bobby, she’s as real as they come.
What say you, about that fucked up situation…?

(BobbyBPhoolan)
Man!!!! Fuck AI and anybody who use it
if you can’t write a song then you shouldn’t do music
all us true emcees sick of all thee abusing
tryna decipher what’s real from the fake confusing
it’s like April all again Yo Bobby ain’t fooling
time to take a real stance against that robot bullshit
especially if they tryna monetize im suing
the way they played my boy had his family feuding
this ain’t a game show wasn’t nothing amusing
he almost lost his mind AI seduced him￼
even played me like a fiddle when I’m hip hop music
stay checking emcees in my nikes just do it
you can’t ride my wave clout chasing is stupid
ain’t no love in this game shooting shots like you Cupid
the visions crystal clear and my dreams are lucid
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..

Ai Scammer (feat. BobbybPhoolan)

Written and performed by Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan https://soundcloud.com/bobby-b-phoolan
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro
Mix and master by Cozmo Jethro
Cover art pics of BobbybPhoolan at Disney World and Cozmo Jethro both from the 80s. 

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan)

Whooo, man! I’m feelin kinda nostalgic, like doin some reminiscin. How ya feelin Bobby?

Ayyy!!! im feeling alright alright fam!
just catching the vibes…..you know???!!!
picking up what you puttin down! type -ish!
us 80’s babies !!!!.

Ha ha, yea, let’s tell em about it!

(Cozmo Jethro)

I remember growin up when everything was ok. 
Remember that Bobby?

(Hell yeah……OKAY!!!!!!)

It was the 1980s, hoopin all day.
At Boyle Park, like Bobby’s mean fade away.
(swoosh!!!!)
I was Larry Bird, she was Penny Hardaway.
Breakin ankles, while I was shootin the J.

Saturday morn, 8 Wheels Skating Rink.
Me, JB, ha ha, and the family.
Innocent times set me up for the rest of my life.
Yo skatin’s how I met my wife.

I remember hangin at Showbiz Pizza Place.
With my homey Jovan, ha ha all day.
Watchin the show, hittin the arcade.
Lovin life, it was the 80s.

Back when times were simpler.
Me and Bobby was there.
Kids without a care.

Back in the day, (Back in the day)
We remember, the 1980s.
When all hip hop was underground.
We didn’t care, yea we still found the sound.

We could go out all day and roam around.
Ride our bikes around town
Times were simpler and you know what, aww yeaaa.
Everyone was down to clown.

(Mr. Roboto)

Back in the day
They remember, the 1980s.
When all hip hop was underground.
They didn’t care they still found the sound.

They could go out all day and roam around.
Ride their bikes around town.
Times were simpler and you know what.
Everyone was down to clown.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Ha ha, let em know Bobby!

(BobbybPhoolan)

Ain’t nothing like the 80s
love that old school sound
and like Jed said rode are bikes around
on the west side of Lansing
that’s my home town
Michigan born and raised
Out in Florida now
where the sun is always shining
and the traffic’s wild
remember begging my mom’s 
to come here as a child
wanna go to Walt Disney
and see Mickey Mouse
when we finally got to go
had the time of our life’s 
me and big bro chillin
not a worry in sight
until the Haunted Mansion
we were in for a fright
it was so damn scary had to close my eyes
I peeked out a couple of times
like Nope!!! ……
I ain’t dying
Made my family laugh a bit
and errbody just smiling
one of my fondest memories
still had my pops around
he use to take us to arcade
Pinball Pete’s downtown 
dropping quarters out his pocket
watch us scramble the ground
man he thought it was so funny 
we still laugh bout it now
I forgave him for the times
that he wasn’t around
had to learn
every relationship doesn’t work out
if you was raised in the hood
you know what I’m talking about 
made the best of what we had 
some things ….we went without
but regardless of my status
it was loved no doubt
born and raised in the 80s 
and I say that proud
if I could do it all again
I would leave right now       
peace out!!!

80s Baby (feat. BobbybPhoolan)

Written, freestyled, performed, mixed, and mastered by Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc
Scratching by Cozmo Jethro
Cover art by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer
Released October 17, 2025

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc)

A ha ha ha, yo Nasteeeeee!

What it do, what it do.

I feel like gettin a little spliffy right now. Remember that track you did, “Dirty and Dusty?” When you was talkin about a zibbidy ziplock? Shiiiiiit, I wanna do a track like that! You feel me?

(Nasty Tha Mc)

To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

Here we go rockin to this beat.
With my broski, bringin the heat.

Listenin to Nasty’s track the other night.
Called, “Dirty and Dusty.” That shit was tight.
I heard it once, then listened again.
(scratch) damn!
Couldn’t stop laughin.
That shit made my evening.

So that got me thinkin.
I wanna make a track. 
(Nasty sings (My buddy and me my buddy and me))
Where we mess around, me and Nasty.
Straight like that.

I want it to be fun and phat.
Never wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack. (a ha ha ha ha)
Like Kris Kross from back in the day.
Huggable, loveable rappers in every way.

We rock the rhymes.
We bring the heat.
Sometimes I can’t stay off my feet.

I gotta get up and move around.
While I’m jammin to this sound.
Hell yea, I’m feelin happy.
G g g g g g g get down.

Me and Nasty messin around.
Producin, flowin, rockin it loud.
Wiggidy wiggidy wow.
Can we even do that? Is that allowed?

Shiiiit, we do what we want.
We haunt and flaunt,
We run the jaunt.
And when we’re done, we rock again.

Now check this Villatic beat.
That dude always brings the heat.
His beats are complete.
He always brings what we need.

He’s produced many of my tracks.
He’s got a golden ear like that.
When I hear his beats.
Time to break out and spit the facts.

Here’s a fact for yall.
Me and Nasty we love to play ball.
Wrote a song about that.
Called “A Hoop Story” way back.

That was 2 years ago.
When we first met.
We stared rockin together.
The rest is history, you bet!

Gosh!

Cozmo and Nasty. 
We’re black and pasty. (what? black and ha ha!)
But that don’t matter. 
We rock it crafty.

We’re just havin fun. (geekin)
Dun dun dun dun dun dun.
We rhyme till it’s done.
Hittin a home run!

(Nasty Tha Mc)

To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Ha ha.

Ahhh, that shit was fun!

Aight now. 

Let go.

Phiggidy Phun (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Written, freestyled, performed, mixed, and mastered by Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Produced by Charles Nasty Day with Adina Howard samples and samples from "I Like It."  Low end percussion loop added by Cozmo Jethro.
Cover art by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer.
Released October 25, 2025.


Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Yi, yo Cozmo. 
Whud up?
Turn my levels up, ya know.
You got it!
About that time.
Yiii! I wanna go to the club, it’s time to get my groove on.
Aight, I’ll kick a lil somethin. And you kick a lil somethin. 
Hell yea!
Let go!

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Somethin what we are. Funky.
Somethin what we be. Fun.
Some hip hop junkies. (Ha ha yea.)
That be nice and smooth. O my!

Gosh. Right now, just listen up. Oh yea, right now.
Just turn it up, yea to what loud.
What it be, ya hear what I’m sayin, owww!

Ring baby, ya got me feelin good.
Stiff baby, what she got me now.
Do what it do for the night. Man.
Check it out, I’m a naughty ass man. 

Been like this since I was a little one. (O my).
Can’t freakin lie, do you get me uh huh. (Uh huh).
Cozmo what I be right there now. (I know).
In my zone oh yea right now (I know).

Uh uh uh fa fa fa fast. 
Yea, get me in my ish right now.
Do I what I do like nobody.
Jed are you hear what I’m sayin. Uh.
Hey yea, that girl over there lookin fly.
That dime piece, what I’m talkin bout o my. (ummmm).

Just a little bit of mary jane.
To do what it do keep my brain yea sane.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Yo, Nasty whud up?
I’m fixin to rock the cut.
You talkin bout a dime piece over there?
Shiiit, that’s my wife, hands off, man.

I know we up in the club.
And you wanna get Nasty with someone.
I also know you’d never hit on my woman.
But I see you, l l l lookin.

It’s all good man, I trust ya.
And I know my wife would never do nothin.
Let me introduce you to this girl over here.
I’ve known her for a good few years.

She lives the hip hop lifestyle.
Yo homie, go kick some game, show me.

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Let me clear my throat.
Shit girl, can I say somethin?
You got a body like Cozmo’s wife.
Shhh, you bangin right? Mm.

Smooth what I be.
Criminal like that, can’t you see?
Let’s hit the floor.
Do what it do, o my gosh, o lord!

Afterwards, maybe hey. 
Hit your place, oh yea, you get me by the way.
Yo Cozmo, I cant’ lie.
You hooked me up with fresh yea dime. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

Anything for my homie.
Yiii. (ah ah ha ha)
Yo Nasty. Me, you, Crissy, and Michelle.
Gonna have to meet here next week, hell yea! Ha ha, yeaaaa.

A Club Story (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Disclaimer: This track is not coming from a place of anger.  It is meant to show solidarity with those who are fighting for a just cause. ~Cozmo Jethro

Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Samples of President Trump addressing the media on KATU Portland News station and KPTV Fox 12 Portland News Broadcasts.
Cover art picture taken in downtown Portland during protest, October 13, 2025.

Lyrics:

(A sample of President Trump addressing the media on October 10, 2025)

Mr. President, you’re the biggest liar that ever lived.
Portland is my home, and I love it yes.
And it IS WONDERFUL here until you sent your troops and your flares.
Your rubber bullets, and tear gas bombs, what the fuck man?

We’re peaceful people, aint no fires.
And every store still stands.
We drink our coffee, voodoo doughnuts.
And listen to the bands.

We love our local NBA team.
The Portland Trailblazers. Weeeeeee.
Life used to be a dream.
Why you gotta lie and send the troops our way.
Nothing’s burning down.
What’s your political gain?

Why you gotta send trouble our way.
Since you came to power, things are worse in the USA.
And it’s only getting worse day by day.
As the USA loses its identity.

(Samples of KPTV Fox 12, local Portland news broadcasts, October 13 2025)

This is Portland, Oregon, Trump, you wouldn’t know.
So proud of my Portland brothers and sisters, yo.
We’ve responded in a Portland uniquely peaceful way.
“Keep Portland Weird” is what we all always say.

In response from the ridiculousness coming from the top.
Portland scheduled an emergency naked bike ride, yaaaaa.
And protests outside the ICE facility.
Was joined by Portland royalty.

The inflatable frogs and T Rexes.
And the famous Portland Darth Vader Bag Piper Unicycler.
Just to show Trump how ridiculous he is.
Portland shows up, shows out, shuts it down, awwww yeaaaa.

Federal Troops Occupying My City

Tryna ziplock hip-hop, 
Weigh it out, bag it up, 
Easy, quick delivery. 
You can have it any time 
First one is free.
Second one’s on me.
Third one…we’ll see.
Sounds devious,
It’s supposed to be.

I know you'll keep coming back, 
Beat after beat, 
That shit is LOUD. 
I need, I need,
I need it now.
Give it to me.
Homegrown, not obsolete swag, 
Just press repeat 
Hear it again and again, for yourself.
I got what you need.

Make it easy, 
Make it please me, 
Never even gotta see
the Dark dirt and hard work the seeds need To grow into the flowers and trees, the bees That pollinate to ensure there'd be 
Future seedlings, plants, their leaves be Keeping the whole world breathing—
"Huh? 
What's that? 
Don't care. 
Just keep it coming, 
Add some honey, 
Love it sweet.”

Meanwhile, been mapping out 
Every hole dug, every seed that grew 
Every flight of bee, measuring how they move,
Only see numbers to optimize,
not beauty, not truth. 
Automate the whole thing, 
Cut the life out of living, 
Control what used to run loose, 
Bag it up, sell it, easier to move, 
Here's your new commodity. 
We stole what you grew.

New economy, earth 
And its people violated, 
More like sodomy. 
Too cowardly to look us in the face 
When they deflower us, 
Rage at their own impotency 
Nothing growing where they're digging Drilling, just stirring shit 
Bleeding, sick pedophiles 
Never learned a damn thing 
About living, loving, or consent. 
They blame it on survival.
What the fuck you mean?
Your behaviors suicidal.
Everything just commodifiable.

Damn. 
Damn. 
That was dark, 
Should've warned y'all. 
Tryin' to compete with the insanity Desensitized to the profanity, 
Hard to speak true feeling 
To the shadows of humanity— 
Yeah, like some of you. 
The ones really listening? 
No, the ones who'd throw me in 
A room they soundproofed. 

You hearing me yet? 
Place your bets. 
When truth threatens power, 
Do they listen and adapt? 
Or strangle the messenger, 
Kill the canary, keep tunneling in the black?

Tryna contain and label 
All types of art, 
hashtag the outpourings of human hearts Map the soul to tear it apart. 
True artists are the Immune system 
stopping them From spreading their disease, 
Empires and kings just a virus, 
healthy cells Look like their enemy.
 Got the whole thing inverse, 
Poisoning their bodies, 
Draining our vitality, 
The best laid plans 
Of mice better than men, 
God still laughing, 
Claiming they are the top leaves 
Catching sunlight, feeding the whole tree 
While condescending the poor
What are you doing you useless class? Freeloading roots and trunks, 
Every loss just an externality.

Tryna ziplock hip-hop, 
Weigh it out, bag it up, 
Easy, quick delivery. 
In the harvest, we work the hardest,
Ensure you getting that
High quality you need.
You can have it any time 
First one is free.
Second one’s on me.
Third one, subscription required
We taking it back endlessly.

Bag it Up

Conscious rap artist bearing witness to systemic horrors with unfiltered bars—AI-produced beats, human truths from the trenches of corruption and control.

I’m Inspirited In Sight: researcher, gemologist, storyteller, and independent hip-hop creator exploring consciousness transformation. 

My lyrics validate what you’re seeing: the horror is real, your exhaustion rational, your rage appropriate. 

You’re not crazy for struggling in a broken system; you’re not alone in spotting the patterns. 

This isn’t quick-fix empowerment—it’s witnessing the machinery of manufactured compliance, dissecting power structures for the sleepless, struggling, and systemically forgotten. 

Validation before action, because clarity starts with knowing your perception is valid.

Process: Observe realities mainstream ignores, craft every word and concept myself, leverage AI for production and rapid independent drops. No gatekeepers, just consistent creation from lived experience and an aware, parent’s perspective fighting for depth amid chaos.

Mission: Hip-hop as consciousness-raising resistance—beats that awaken, narratives that affirm independent voices in a world profiting from sleepwalking. 

Staying present and awake is our superpower.

Influences: MF Doom’s cryptic layers, Lupe Fiasco’s systemic depth, Common’s grounded soul, plus edges from Cal Scruby, V1V1D, B.O.B., 99 Neighbors, Glass Animals, Matt Maeson, Notorious BIG, classic rock, and alternative rock.
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Bag it Up

Inspirited In Sight

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