Fast but Slow 4U

Liminal Vol 5 Survival 101

Recovery

BossMan Dlow & Kodak Black - Road Runnin

Kwn-do what i say (slowed)

“Stranger in My Own Mind" - Song Description

A psychedelic exploration of identity crisis and psychological fragmentation, "Stranger in My Own Mind" takes listeners on a disorienting journey through dissociation and self-discovery. The track opens with ethereal, reverb-drenched vocals questioning reality itself—the unsettling experience of looking in the mirror and not recognizing your own reflection—before plunging into themes of surveillance, paranoia, and the systematic dismantling of personal truth.

The song's devastating emotional center erupts during its examination of childhood trauma, where gentle vulnerability suddenly explodes into raw, unfiltered rage. The production mirrors this psychological breakdown—ambient, floating verses give way to crushing trap beats and chaotic soundscapes that represent the moment when suppressed trauma finally surfaces. Mirror-breaking sound effects and surveillance static create an atmosphere of fractured reality.

Built on a foundation of ambient synths, off-kilter percussion, and carefully crafted dissonance, the track uses experimental production to externalize internal confusion. The vocals shift dramatically from dreamy dissociation to paranoid whispers to explosive catharsis, creating a sonic representation of a mind at war with itself.

What emerges from this psychological maelstrom is ultimately transcendent—the final moments suggest escape from inherited patterns of self-doubt and the possibility of existing beyond the "paradigm" that trapped the narrator's reflection. It's a harrowing but hopeful meditation on reclaiming authentic selfhood from the forces that profit from our fragmentation.

The song will resonate with anyone who has experienced dissociation, gaslighting, or the disorienting feeling of being a stranger in their own life—offering both validation of that experience and a glimpse of liberation beyond it.

Stranger in your Own Mind(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]

"Self Incepted" is a psychological excavation disguised as a confrontation, where the narrator dismantles someone's carefully constructed self-deceptions with surgical precision. The track opens with theatrical metaphors about Broadway and first acts, but quickly descends into the claustrophobic internal world where truth becomes dangerous and even breathing feels like evidence of being alive. Through water imagery and mirror metaphors, the narrator positions themselves as both observer and catalyst, forcing the subject to confront the gap between who they pretend to be and who they actually are. The song's cyclical structure mirrors the obsessive nature of self-deception, returning to the phrase "It's not safe inside" but transforming it from a statement of fear into a call for liberation. By the end, anger becomes medicine, numbness becomes potential for feeling, and the very psychological prison that once trapped becomes the foundation for authentic expression—suggesting that sometimes you have to break completely before you can rebuild something real.

Self-Inception [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]

“How'd You Get Like This?" is a masterclass in conscious rap that reads like a philosophical treatise set to jazz-influenced beats. The track opens with a haunting question that becomes the framework for a deep dive into the psychology of creative resistance and systematic control.
The artist delivers a complex meditation on the relationship between madness and artistry, using the metaphor of magnetic forces - how darkness and light simultaneously tear apart and hold together the creative spirit. What begins as personal introspection evolves into a broader commentary on power structures, addiction (both chemical and systemic), and the illusion of free will in a controlled society.
The wordplay is intricate and layered - "seducing madness," "handler got a handler," "glitch in the system" - each phrase unpacking multiple meanings while maintaining perfect flow. The track's genius lies in its transformation of vulnerability into strength, positioning the artist not as victim of circumstance but as conscious architect of their own rebellion.
Musically, the jazz-influenced production provides the perfect backdrop for complex lyrical content, allowing space for each metaphor to breathe while maintaining that steady, hypnotic groove. The clean, sophisticated sound lets the intellectual weight of the lyrics take center stage without sacrificing emotional impact.
This is conscious rap at its finest - thought-provoking without being preachy, personal without being self-indulgent, and revolutionary without resorting to empty slogans. It's the kind of track that reveals new layers with each listen, cementing its place as both artistic statement and call to consciousness.

Friends with my Sadness[Explicit]

Sick world… sick people…
Medicine... When's the last time you felt well? I ain't talking bulldozed, hyped up, numbed out Micro dosing, hocus pocus, manic focus, short-term psychosis I'm talking clear and well.

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

I hear so many rappers like they all broke their legs All of them use the same crutch in their bars to walk on stage Always talking 'bout popping pills, mixing lean, being rock stars I can make a killer mix, better than your bag of tricks Random number generator? Nah, random drug simulator Anybody taking substances knows your lines ain't got no substance Else you ain't be alive to rhyme, let alone speak sentences Like popped some Ritalin, took a handful rainbow pills Sniffing snow like it's the winter and you tracking a new fur coat While you trip into a K-hole, eat some Lucy, have a Xanax dream Dawg, are you fucking serious? You even know the difference between Benadryl and Benzedrine?

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

Hold up, hold up, let me try— New age pharmacist, proceed at your own risk Asterisk: not recommended, not even as a fantasy or wish I don't condone, but it's on the table, so we talking chemicals Let's see if it kicks—got the master plan laid out, paid out Keep it moving, mind the gas, this ain't how I'm getting high It's just how I'm getting past the day when nothing meant a fucking thing Shit—which pill had the ecstasy, which one the ketamine? Fuck it. (gulp)

Real life, can't know what it's like if you always drinking But like, it's just Bud Light, ain't that heavy, right? A few tokes, quarter milligram of a benzo Lisdexamphetamine, Ritalin, or street speed when the pharmacy running lean Don't really matter—fell into a K-hole Flicking through dimensions like they channels on the TV Been here for hours or years? Gravity finally found me On a couch, sitting upright, wondering how I got there Good God almighty, how you come back from that ever the same again? Stood up, threw up, still drunk—never again Until I hit the bowl, killed the nausea Think I might just feel good enough to do it all again!

Living daily like a loop, ain't really nothing change Notice how we all go to the same place Say the same things to the same people But too busy, too dazed to care That ain't really getting lifted, it ain't freedom It ain't whole, it ain't your health It's just a substitute where the soul supposed to go

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now

Medicine[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]

YFN Lucci - Documentary (Prod. By Tino) (FAST)#WMW2

Major Nine - Ready For War (FAST)

Rick Ross - Thug Cry feat. Lil' Wayne (Fast)

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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