A raw, genre-blending confessional that dissects the industry’s sadistic demand for performed pain, generational trauma, and the fight to reclaim your own voice. Indie guitar-rap fusion at 85-90 BPM: reverb-soaked electric guitar weaves with boom-bap beats, starting hesitant and building to distorted intensity, stripping bare for vulnerable moments. Conversational vocals crack with real emotion, lo-fi warmth, and intentional imperfections—like breath pauses and vinyl crackle—create a bedroom rebellion vibe. This track witnesses the hypocrisy of “hyper-real” authenticity, flipping paternal dismissal into defiant self-assertion: You’re not here to bleed for their entertainment. Perfect for fans of introspective hip-hop that validates the unspoken.

Lyrics:
[INTRO] Make it more— Personal, emotional, Confessional— Tell it all. Industry’s sadistic, desensitized, Make it hurt, bleed, don’t hold back, Can’t resist it, make it explicit. We want it all.
Alright, Fuck it.
You Listening?!
Um, ok then, here we go.
You ain’t listening— ain’t hearing me. You want it real, hyper-real? They be like, “Please put that fear in me! Reminds me of my father…” Make Make-believe believable— Become like a mirror be. Nothing real anymore Except fucking hyperbole.

[VERSE 1] I can write a good story, Get glory, tear you apart, Speak of others derogatorily— Know that shit sell— Enthusiastic, for fantastic plastic, but the titties still don’t bounce Quite right. Good at a glance, Look longer, you can tell little to Perky and upright. (Why are you staring?) Don’t fucking lie— Can’t tell me you didn’t notice, Or weren’t looking as well. What’s worse? Pretending we ain’t looking? Or the truth gon send me to hell? It be just like that— We all want to be seen, just not seen Seeing the wrong thing, being seen for the wrong thing… When people entrained to screens They forget there’s anything beneath. Plastic becomes the need, The irony of wanting something real Conforming to what gets seen…
Does it sound like I recall Each and every transgression? Uh… Forced to deny what it felt like in my body, Forced to hide every impulse of expression, Punished for a different perception— Yours or mine, don’t matter, if it was different, they start “correcting”— Still don’t know, What was the fucking lesson?

[HOOK] Why you want me to perform pain To make my pain more convincing? That’s a you problem. I’m living this, it hurts, I keep expressing, still trying to Find the lesson. I prefer the blood in my veins Won’t use it for the ink To justify my expression. You can know the human Without having to dissect them. You can be human too Who you think you impressing?
But they want it professional, Motivational, characteristic, Hear what they want to hear. Industry’s narcissistic, Could give a fuck about you, Rather see you reflect Their fear. Now they free, it adhere, It belong to you.

[VERSE 2] The title? Take it. “Yes Sir”— Doesn’t mean the same thing to me. Yes Sir, I’m entitled to think you a coward When you refuse the words I speak By attacking me: “What do you know? Don’t give a fuck how you feel. Stop living in a fantasy! Drug damage, guess you still ain’t heal!” Thanks Dad. I’d be sad— like, really sad— Except I already am a mile away. You went nuclear, Had to leave before impact… Learned to move fast.
Now you calling: “I miss talking to you, Used to call me every day. I just wanted what’s best for you.”
What exactly can I say? Nothing. I freeze.
When you freeze, You forget to breathe. When you forget to breathe, Words can’t be conceived— Silent, still air.
Don’t be deceived, Got a lot to say, once I can feel my mouth, my tongue, Fuck my whole body numb…  (full lyrics continue…)

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Performance [Explicit]

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

Fear’s expensive, peace is cheap,
Scroll too long, your soul don’t sleep.
I cut the noise, the current deep,
Plug to love, let spirit leap.

#YOLO