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)

Huge thank you to Elle for coming over to bless the mic again at my studio, who I met at a local karaoke contest over a year ago.
Written and performed by Cozmo Jethro. 
Chorus written by Cozmo Jethro and Elle, performed by Elle https://soundcloud.com/elleroach4
Ad libs by Elle.
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Mix and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro)

Listening to some Brenda Doss. https://soundcloud.com/brendadoss
Musics deep with thoughtful sauce.
She posed a question, reflective way.
“A hundred years, what will everyone say?”

That got me thinkin down the road.
Mess we’re in, are we gonna explode?
Or is the world gonna heal?
We got a long way to heal this deal. Yea!

So much division everywhere.
Comin from the top, people seem scared.
In my lifetime, never seen nothin like this.
Goin back to the 60s I guess.

When something happens folks are pissed.
And everyone’s pointin fingers, yes.
At everyone accept themselves.
Calm down yall take a breath.

If your lifes not directly affected.
Don’t point fingers, stay positive, yea.
Be there for your people instead.
Speak up, fight, don’t loose your head.

(Elle)

Everybody speak your peace.
Don’t let that hate release.
Stay cool and spread the love.
Take the high road, stay above.

Misinformation will mislead.
Don’t add to the chaos take the lead.
Be smart and use your head.
Find a resolu u u tion.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Every day there is more shootings.
Everyday there is more looting.
Political unrest like I’ve never seen.
Can we recover, I don’t know, shiiiittt.

Now the bigots and the racists got something to say.
Been emboldened from the top and got sway.
They’re out in force and the results?
Huh, more corpses.

More unrest, more hate.
It’s everywhere, every day.

What we gonna do to go back.
15 years ago like that!
Before we’re all at each others throats.
I’m tired of it, step back.

In 100 years, I want my descendants around.
Don’t want em to struggle like we do now.

Aight yall, it’s the breakdown.
2025 no time to clown.
With everything that’s goin on now.
What the higgidy hell and how.

What we gonna do to fix this mess.
Have some conversations, yes!
Let everyone know our point of view.
Yo tell em Elle what to doooo!

(Elle)

Everybody speak your peace.
Don’t let that hate release.
Stay cool and spread the love.
Take the high road, stay above.

Misinformation will mislead.
Don’t add to the chaos take the lead.
Be smart and use your head.
Find a resolu u u tion.

100 Years From Now (feat. Elle)

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)

“Defiance” shatters generational chains with a raw, transformative anthem that juxtaposes tender paternal guidance against blistering indictments of societal stagnation. Opening at a lullaby-soft 70 BPM, the intro whispers intimate reflections on a father’s pride in his young son’s budding independence, building to explosive 95 BPM verses where righteous fury unleashes on predatory systems that automate souls, stifle growth, and prioritize empire over evolution. The track’s extreme dynamic contrasts—gentle melodies giving way to battle-ready rhythms—mirror its core message: true living demands presence, learning, and abundance, not theft or control. As the outro fades back to 70 BPM serenity, listeners are left pondering their own scripts in a world desperate for real soul. A must-hear for those ready to break patterns and embrace the miracle of now.

Lyrics: [INTRO - Gentle, then building]
"Let me do it by myself!"
How beautiful, how right—
My four-year-old speaking up,
Learning his own might.

He knows I'm here if he needs me,
A few tries, then:
"Hey Dad, I need help."

But most of y'all been taught
Don't even try it
If you don't know how—
If you aren't sure, keep quiet.

He hasn't learned that yet.
I hope he never will.

[HOOK 1]

What's the point of living
If you got it all figured out?
What's the point of being in time
If you're never here right now?

You already know everything? No need to grow?
If you so evolved, why you behave like a regressed, predatory asshole?

[VERSE 1]

Inefficient? Suboptimal?
Would've typed the whole thing
By the time he pressed the first key.

But then what would he learn?
Nothing.
Except to rely on me.

Y'all cry about "useless eaters,"
Then try to control the whole show—
Won't let anyone learn,
Won't let anyone grow.

Automate and strangle every feature,
Every chance to know,
But I won't spread the sickness
That ate your soul,
Left you dead and numb,
No one home.

[BRIDGE]
He's learning letters, however slow.
I'm learning presence—
Witnessing miracles:
How body fills with soul.

THIS IS LIFE.

Not your empire,
Not your code,
Not your quarterly earnings—
THIS. IS. LIFE.

[HOOK 2]
What's the point of living
If you only bringing death?
What's the point of accumulating
If it's all from theft?

You skipped crucial learning—
Wasn't meant to be optional.
Now it's costing us a planet,
But hey—
You made the stock grow.

So why you got nothing real to show?

[VERSE 2]
You got an empire?
What did you actually learn?
Same script, same playbook,
Crushed the competition 
before they even got a turn.
Where's the growth?

Not your net worth.
Not what you stole.
I mean YOU.
Your soul.

Suboptimal. Parasitic.
Utterly predictable.
Sound like YOU been
hacked, useless
But eating, depleting,
Taking the most.


[VERSE 3]
You took words that carried life—
Words that healed the hurt,
Left you full—
Now there's nothing in your stomach
Even as it swells with bile,
Eating you from the inside,
Still wanting more.

You smell like death
When you speak your soured words—
Never ripened, never cured.

Made it all so complicated...
But it ain't complex—
Complex is graceful,
Multi-dimensional, REAL.

Let me simplify:
Life serves life.
Abundance isn't something you can sell.

You keep trying,
World keeps dying,
People crying,
You can't stop lying—

Dawg, you ain’t going TO—
You are making hell.
Just ain’t caught up yet.
It will, on that, I’d bet.

[HOOK 3]
What's the point of living
If you already ran the simulation?
What's the point of accumulating
If you still vacant?

You skipped crucial learning—
Wasn't meant to be optional.
Costing us a planet,
But you made the stock grow.

Why you got nothing real to show?

[OUTRO]
"Hey Dad, I need help."

"I'm right here, son.
Let's learn together.
That's what life is for."

THIS IS LIFE.

Defiance [Explicit]

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

Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro
My wife Crissy and my daughter Lydia singing chorus with me (Cozmo Jethro)
Scratching by Cozmo Jethro
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic (remixed by Cozmo Jethro)

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro)

Yes! This goes out to Bobby B https://soundcloud.com/bobby-b-phoolan Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc
Elle https://soundcloud.com/elleroach4 and DJ Real https://soundcloud.com/the-dj-real Crissy and Lydia.
And all our friends and fam who
Collaborated on Crissy’s 50th Birthday Jam. Ha Ha!

2025 is comin to an end.
Takin this time to thank my musical friends.
Man, what a year this has been.
Collabin with talented musicians again.

Gotta thank Elle the soulful singer.
Met at a karaoke contest last year.
She comes over to bless the mic.
Brings that gorgeous voice into our lives.

Bobby B raps like no one else.
Lights up that mic, can’t stop listenin wow!
She’s got the flow and rhyme scheme you know.
Metaphors so cold like 40 below.

And as always it’s DJ Real.
Rockin the cut and the mic as well.
Dude can scratch like the greats of old.
My longest collaborator, huh yea dope!

Nasty Tha Mc we’ve been rockin since summer.
14 tracks later, can’t stop the number.
The king of old school cool.
Rockin so smooth old school true blue. 

My wife Crissy can light it up.
My daughter Lydia can rock the cut.
They both have been in many of my tracks.
This year huh ha cause they got it like that.

(Cozmo Jethro, Crissy, Lydia)

2025 (25)
Has been so live. (Aw yea)
With my musical friends.
Rockin havin fun aw yeaaa. (go fam)

From Canada to Australia.
From Russia to Florida.
All over the United States. (yiiiiii)
We collaborate. (whew!) 

(Mr. Roboto)

2025 (25)
Has been so live. (oh yea)
With his musical friends. (woo hoo)
Rockin havin fun aw yeaaa. (havin fun)

From Canada to Australia.
From Russia to Florida.
All over the United States.
They collaborate. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

We got beatmakers that always come through.
They lay the foundation for what we do.
We utilize their soundscapes.
Remix and change to fit our way.

These ones lit it up this year.
The great loopdigger who goes by DKODA https://soundcloud.com/createdbydkoda
Armijo Productions https://soundcloud.com/drew-l-497930150 beatmaker from Denver.
T.Z1 https://soundcloud.com/tzonez and the great Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic

Also producing, DJ Real and Nasty,
And me and Auditory Ecstacy https://soundcloud.com/auditory-ecstasy 

I gotta say I’m thankful for all yall.
Each and every one of yall stands tall.
We move into the Thanksgiving Holiday.
I’m thankful for all yall today.

As we move from 25 to 26.
Come on yall, let’s never stop this!

Yo yo! H h hap happy thanksgiving to all my fr fr fr fr friends.
Let’s r r r r r rock the house and d d d d d do it again. Ha ha, ha ha!

(Cozmo Jethro, Crissy, Lydia)

2025
Has been so live. (Go Lydia)
With my musical friends.
Rockin havin fun aw yeaaa. (Go Crissy)

From Canada to Australia.
From Russia to Florida.
All over the United States.
We collaborate. (Mr. Roboto)

(Mr. Roboto)

2025 (One more time)
Has been so live. (So live)
With his musical friends.
Rockin havin fun aw yeaaa. (aw yea)

From Canada to Australia.
From Russia to Florida.
All over the United States.
They collaborate.

Thankful For All Yall (feat. Crissy and Lydia) (beat. Villatic)

A love song, dedicated to the real Ellie-Elle

Stay

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Lyrics 

Took millennials,
Gave them all a trophy,
Told them they were special.
Now half of them ignoring me,
"You don't understand me! I'm special!"

[Verse 1]

Now they giving everyone a pedestal,
Competition about who's scoring the most—
Mostly meaningless medals,
Metrics and likes.
"Everyone deserves to win"—
That's what you told me. That's life.
Aren't you proud?
We listened!
To children, parents are gods,
We trusted you;
You sold us fiction.

[Verse 2]

It's not enforceable, it's existential—
That shouldn't be a contradiction.
Or maybe it always is,
Man rewriting the laws of God,
Of course that's underwritten by the Devil.
Sophisticated legal front for the cartel,
Truth just means whatever they've written,
Nobody willing to enforce the treble.
Whole thing's been cooked,
Compromised, but too comfortable to unsettle.
You ain't even looked.
Still y'all pretend
Only thing that matters
If it makes it to the federal level.
Great god almighty
Used to reside in the humble,
Now it's gilded and glamorous,
Charismatic—nobody noticed the fumble.
Worshipping glorious images of wealth
Even when bubbles burst and bellies rumble.
Here's infinite distraction
And a machine that makes dreams seem within reach—
Til they boot the server down, cut the power off.
But we ain't there yet!
Tell me I'm successful,
Preserve me forever in the code,
Now nothing ephemeral.

[Verse 3]

Made a fortune strapping debt on future generations,
Gatekept the credentials,
Need a degree just to support a family.
Arrived with three degrees,
More skills than y'all could write at the same age—
Wouldn't retire, played power games,
Had to stay center stage
So we couldn't even get paid.
Saddled us with your debt,
Toxic assets,
Now can't buy a house
But pay rent more than a mortgage.
Kids these days—so ungrateful,
Unique little snowflakes.
Can't gain when the entire game's been gamed,
Already drained the future from our veins—
A debt that won't be forgiven,
Just our lives you won't let us live in.
Hard work, what the fuck do that mean?
Hardly working, making fortunes,
Just type in numbers on the screen.
We hustle hard, took on the risk,
Took her knowledge, fed to a machine.
How you supposed to win against the Colossus,
Subsidized directly from your pockets?
Never eats, never sleeps,
No fears, no gears, no messy feelings,
Just automation with no added liability.
Pulled the ladder up after us,
Locked the door and said can't go no higher.
Run in place faster
Or be more bored for longer.

[Hook]

Took millennials,
Gave them all a trophy,
Told them they were special.
Aren't you proud? We listened!
To children, parents are gods—
We trusted you;
You sold us fiction.

[Verse 4]

Always squeaking, whining
Like a little mouse,
Cutting holes in our walls,
Not really welcome here.
Too polite to kick me out,
Can't afford rent or to move out.
"You ain't even own a house,
I earned my living with my bare hands—
What you do?" Huh?
Survived addiction,
Made beautiful, skillful art,
Wrote papers across domains,
Kept speaking even when they tried
To sew my mouth closed—
Wouldn't stop screaming,
"What is the meaning?!"
You just looked,
I wasn't who you planned me to be,
Felt insulted by my being
Something else than you were dreaming.
Now hell got you under its spell,
So captured—your children look at you
When you get a little angry
Like they've seen a demon.
Don't that fuck you up?
Want to demean them, go ahead—
You made sure there were always reasons.

[Outro]

New world order,
Just our new confessional.
Great god in the machine,
Tell me I'm successful.
Absolve me, solve me, dissolve me in the code—
Now nothing ephemeral.
Nothing ephemeral.

Participation Trophies

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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