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Warning - we don't promote violence, HEAD PHONES MUST “Plata O Plumo” captures the raw essence of gangster life, where survival is a choice between wealth and violence. The track embodies the ruthless code of money or bullet, revealing power, loyalty, and betrayal in gritty detail. It’s a hard-hitting anthem of street ambition and consequence.

Plata O Plumo

Obe Wanna Fat Stack Drinkin On a 40

GIVE ME A SIGN!

Tired, fed up, and done pretending. No more second chances, no more waiting around. It’s time to walk away for good.

Fucked up

Hear the drum of foresight. Hear the silence of regret.
We are the architects of action, the masters of the moment.
The clock is ticking. The past is a tomb.
The future? It belongs to the PRE-PLANNED.
Initiating sequence.

AFT-ER-THINKING! Always too late!
It's done, the damage is made, bloody trauma on the street!
FORE-THINKING! That's the move, the real deal!
Grab those brains, set that mind reset.
No more regret, no 'I should haves', are you ready?
We're turning the tables, your standard thinking is dead!

You're stood there gawking, hindsight is 20/20.
The mess is made, the chance is missed, the time is gone, plenty.
Why? 'Cause your default was set to 'action-reaction'.
Boom! Bang! And only then the insight, the reflection.
That's thick, that's slow, that's sand in the engine.
You're a human, not a beast, no simple automaton.
Standard thinking, that's the easy path.
But on that route, you'll end up in the mud, flat, facing the wrath.
You can think laterally, so switch that button, mate.
The theory is simple, hold on to it, don't hesitate.

AFT-ER-THINKING! Always too late!
It's done, the damage is made, bloody trauma on the street!
FORE-THINKING! That's the move, the real deal!
Grab those brains, set that mind reset.
No more regret, no 'I should haves', are you ready?
We're turning the tables, your standard thinking is dead!

We're not the cleanup crew, we're the design team.
Sketching the outcome, before the first steam.
You see an obstacle, we see a hundred ways around it.
You see the problem, we already mapped the best route, and found it.
It's about simulating the crash before the wheels even roll.
Predicting the dominoes, taking back control.
Every move calculated, every word weighed,
Before a single mistake is eternally laid.
This ain't magic, it's just pure, cold logic in the skull,
Making you sharp while the masses are dull.

Clutch your grey matter, shake that mass right up.
Look sideways, from an angle that's not popular.
What if you do this? What if you leave that?
What's the win, what's the loss, the back-up plan ready on the mat?
You've got the hardware, use the software optimally, quick!
From different corners to the same thing, that's the vision, the trick.
No running blindly, but with foresight, with precision.
Get the best out of that situation, the max score.
Not fixing it, but preventing it, that's what I'm standing for, bro.
Train that mind, from post-mortem to pre-planning.

AFT-ER-THINKING! Always too late!
It's done, the damage is made, bloody trauma on the street!
FORE-THINKING! That's the move, the real deal!
Grab those brains, set that mind reset.
No more regret, no 'I should haves', are you ready?
We're turning the tables, your standard thinking is dead!

The difference between a legend and a fool? The pause.
That micro-second where the mind analyses the cause.
The quick draw is weak, the reaction is cheap,
True power is deliberate, secrets we keep.
Don't let emotion be the pilot of your jet.
Take a breath, compute the threats, no time for fret.
This ain't delay, this is loading the correct ammo,
Before you step into the fray, like a true commando.
They call you slow, but you're just calibrating the hit.
While they fire blanks, you're the one who never quits.
(Verse 5)
The game is simple: Plan it, see it, execute.
There's no room for guessing, no need for the loot
Of excuses, or the budget for a fix-up.
You get one shot, so don't be the one who slips up.
Omni-directional vision, that's the only way to move.
Every decision is a weapon, something you must prove.
No time for that soft 'I'll figure it out later' vibe.
You know the outcome, you've already seen the tide.
So step up, head held high, and watch the masses crash.
Your mind's the engine, powered by the Fore-Thinking flash.

CHORUS

The hindsight era is over.
The moment of pre-eminence is now

Backward Thinking by ARGYTACT 2025

Backward Thinking (original)

A dark spoken word trap odyssey that strips away the illusions of power and survival. With minimal beats—just haunting atmospheric drones and pulsating bass—this track unfolds as intense spoken word poetry, delivered in a raw, natural cadence that grips you like a whispered confession in the dead of night.
Lyrics paint a brutal hierarchy of humans: the elite as predators, the masses as prey, fattened for the feast. Drawing from Nietzsche’s gaze, it exposes the self-genocidal drive of society, where envy rots the heartless, and evil devours light and dark alike. From the hook’s chilling mantra—“No rules to this game—Says who? Those born with the right name”—to verses that unravel the grinder of status, race, and dominance, this is a sonic manifesto against the commodified death we call civilization.
If you’re craving something that challenges the status quo, hits like a philosophical gut punch, and lingers in your mind long after the drones fade, press play. For fans of dark trap poets like clipping., or anyone questioning the food chain they’re trapped in.
Lyrics snippet: “No rules to this game— Says who? Those born with the right name (Yeah, you know who) Think they a different species (Far superior to you) Put you on a food chain. (Tell you who’s eating who)”
#DarkTrap #SpokenWord #Philosophy #NietzscheVibes #UndergroundHipHop #Atmospheric

No Rules [Explicit]

HR - Silence

Streets Don’t Sleep Pt. II

Wit Em

MR DEZZY Hotbox

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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#ConsciousRap #WitnessingReality #SystemicValidation #IndependentHipHop #GaslightAntidote #LyricalAwakening #UndergroundTruth