They say I'm too sensitive—
No, I'm just allergic 
To the bullshit y'all been serving 
Spent more to protect your image than
It would have cost to sincerely apologize
There must be something I keep missing 
You really think we believe your disguise?
Got way too many screws loose 
Got the human missing 
Like, why are you still pursuing 
A better view of the same shitty spectacle? Y'all missed basic table manners— 
Is it incest that keeps you so regressed? Trying to keep the blood pure, 
Don't you study fucking genetics? 
Keeping it all in the family makes you weaker, pathetic.

I think some of y'all misunderstood Rockefeller, Carnegie, Henry Ford 
It's Eugenics, NOT Your genetics, 
I get it, similar sound, very different words.

There I was at the gates 
Asking to be let in, let me plead my case Heard y'all got some theories on race, 
On the species, on who's earned their place. Got a few ideas somebody has to say Doesn't have to be televised, 
this is a safe space.
 Not here to embarrass, not here to replace But damn, you're missing crucial facts Sound like ancient artifacts 
Maybe forgot to update your maps…
Let's see if we can get back on course.
Mr. Gates slammed the gates in my face Threw me an apple and said, 
"You're welcome, I don't want to hear any more" 
Walked away mumbling something like "Always knocking on my door...
Ungrateful, poor..." 
Read the label on the apple, said “organic”Made with Apeel,
100% nothing real.

Y'all been hoarding more,
Burning more fuel than the poor combined Got your jets making more carbon in 90 minutes than the average person makes in a lifetime
Top one percent got 30 percent of wealth Bottom half? Two point five 
That's twelve times less for fifty times more people— You do the math
Richest fraction of a fraction—one hundred thirty four thousand households— Own more than 66 million combined.
We aren't overpopulated 
You've over-hoarded and feel entitled to the pie while other people die.
Still running eugenics logic 
Just rebranded as economics 

Dressed it up, gave it a PhD 
But it's the same old hat tricks, 
Same bloodline hierarchy 
Same theories on who deserves to eat 
Every generation thinks they evolved it, Made it scientific, made it clean— 
But you ain't competent 
You're just convinced you're especially unique 
And that's the most dangerous kind of incompetent

Better Humans, Do Better

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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