jaytoanti - secret ways (prod.1eworld)

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 buying all the gold bars,  
Must be replenishing the vaults  
Been empty for centuries  
Hurrying before you ever realize the loss  
And manifest your destiny  

But this is way too much,  
Straight up theft  
And you ain't stopping  
'Til nothing's left  
Who'd of guessed?  
You been a sellout,  
One-sided sharecropping,  
Letting hell out  
Hoarding plants,  
Call you the Green Goblin  

The con has gone too far,  
Like literally had to dig to the mantle  
To find where they set the bar  
Oh what a scandal!  
Took all you could,  
Hit the floor,  
And then took even more  
What a bore!  
Still trying to bore straight through to the core,  
But that won't get you to the stars,  
Won't establish your colony on Mars,  
Won't free you from your sickness  

Too hot to freeze and thaw,  
Keep you liquid, keep it raw  
Same compound, compounding interest  
I don't know how to say this:  
Y'all mislabeled your balance sheets,  
And Nature doesn't offer debt forgiveness  

You out of reach all the same  
Can't teach a leech not to leech  
When they feel entitled to your blood  
By the acrid blood in their veins—  
Even while they call it weakness  
To feel life throbbing through our veins  
They'll take it all, every drop  
Whatever they can drain  

You plotted prophecy across the stars,  
Dawg, if you planned it,  
That ain't divine—that's just the effect of your cause  
You ain't seeing far enough,  
You use their light like glamour  
In your histrionic, shallow bluff  

Pretending to be wise  
Doesn't have the same spice as living life,  
Mistaking the veneer for the vital,  
Mistake color blindness for evolution  
This the main production, not recital  

Let me try to clarify the confusion—  
You're God's safety recalls  
And keep on refusing  
To let your manufacturer correct the error  
Same old actors, same old terror,  
Same institutions  

Ancient magic's become modern tactics,  
But nothing really changed,  
Same power addicts  
Same people trading power  
For the appearance of power  

Real power don't cost your soul,  
It generates, it explicates,  
Not devours endlessly,  
Upending the foundation  
Until it ends everything  
Same self-defeating game  

Still casting blame on  
Anyone who refuses their chains  
And looks at you and only sees  
A demon's pet in a cage  

It's the most vile of habits,  
We just on the back end—  
Us dying, you replenishing your stashes  
When all cash is being cashed in  

Tell me, how y'all manage  
To turn so much gold to ashes?  
Reverse alchemy,  
Make me wonder what you really after  

Quicksilver might help you find the vein,  
But already poisoned,  
Leave you gilded but insane  
Wonder what you'd do with that disaster?  

Meanwhile, I got bold bars,  
Green-backed by the stars and stripes you stole  
I wear gold like the kind of creation I am—  
Gold chains, warming my skin,  
This is just adornment, not my soul  

I done sunshine,  
Like a symbol of the God you can never own  
Your standards played out,  
Killing in the name of stagnation,  
Sacrifice a nation—  

Y'all the original Deranged Doctor
Transformed on Jekyll Island,  
Now turning into Hyde to hide  
Just how much you lied  
Just to avoid that you a monster—  
You've always been a monster,  
No reset can make that right  

Got your machine trying to make it seem  
Like a concerned friend,  
Automated, anticipated, planned  
To play pretend  

"Your language is concerning,  
Your thought patterns may not be helpful"  
No way this living hell  
Was intentionally planned  

Just got their corporate documents,  
Whistleblower testimonies, SEC filings,  
Timelines, correlations,  
Meetings, dates, and same key players  
Passed down through bloodlines for ages,  
My direct experience,  
The measurable, documentable pattern,  
But nah—obviously I'm the problem  

Yeah I climbed that mountain,  
Growing taller every day,  
Evidence is mounting,  
Blocking out the projectors,  
The holograms that ask us to look away

Bars

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 extract pure, unfiltered reality. My catalog reads like a manifesto for the sleepless, the struggling, and the systemically forgotten.

From "Harvest" to "Stay Awake," these tracks dissect the machinery of control with surgical precision. I’m recording autopsies of a dying system from the perspective of someone who's lived 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 while trying to keep your own corner of it safe. 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 see the patterns, struggling enough to feel the weight, parent enough to know what's at stake. Real power isn’t in winning the game, it’s in refusing to mistake the game for reality.

This is hip-hop as consciousness raising, beat-making as resistance, and storytelling as survival. In a world that profits from keeping people asleep, they've made staying awake their 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.

Bars

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