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]

“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

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Mo fire!

A ha ha! Yo Nasteeee! Let’s hit the mic one more time. Yeaaa, let’s rock it, yes, for the end of 2025.

Jaja! (giggle) It’s about that time!

Yes it is. Let’s get it!

Let go!

(Cozmo Jethro)

As this year comes to an end.
Nasty, I wanna say thanks my friend. (Thank you!)
I wanna end our year nice and smooth.
Collabin with you has been the real deal dude.

Since the beginning of the summer.
We’ve been goin at it.
And I gotta thank the beatmaker.
The great Villatic.

On my end, I’ve released 10 tracks of ours.
Got 4 sittin in the vault, yet to release yaaaa. (Much respect.)
I even got open verses sent from you.
And when I get the chance I’m gonna rock those too.

Rockin this year with you has been special.
Learned a ton, had hellafun, hell yea! (Me too!)

This has been my most prolific year.
I’ve never released so many tracks, ha ha aw yea!
You’ve encouraged me to do much more.
Releasing real hip hop, goin for it. (hip hop!)

I thank you man, for all that you’ve done.
And all we’ve created together as one. (hip hop!)
For me been a special musical year.
Creatin with you has been so damn fun yea!

(Nasty Tha Mc)

It’s about, it’s about that, you know for me too, yea.
A 1 2 alright Coz. Mmhmm.
Up up and away with my buddy and me.
Cozmo, check it out yea.

Two dope bros. huh.
From different damn mothas. 
Check it out no doubt.
Park ya ass.

Just damn listen and watch cause 
We are something oh yea, entertainin. (ha ha)
Just amazing that’s all.
Ya need to frickin know yea, that ether.

What we bring when we want to.
Straight to the da da dam table to the damn table, that’s damn true (straight up)

In the booth, I just cut it up.
In the booth, I get dirty what. (That’s right)
In the booth, he gets dusty what. (Yup)
Me dirty, he dusty, on it, (hiccup) and that’s somethin.

What we are for life that’s it.
2025 aw yea to 2000 and somethin yea infinity.
And beyond like that ya get me? (like that like that)
Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity.  (infinity yalllllllll!)

Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity. (oh yea!)
Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity.
Dirty and dusty 2025 to infinity.  

(Cozmo Jethro)

We be dirty and dusty all day all night.
Rockin that mic till the early light.
Peace out yall, for 2025.

2025 Till Infinity (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

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)

Stay

Diazepam, There You Are (slowed)

https://soundcloud.com/silentfear/2020-protest-2030-contest-3?in=silentfear/sets/did-you-vote-for-this-my-reaction-haha-100-yearcycle

Own Nothing (Laugh Mix)

Rollin’ My Peace (Bonus Weedy)

Candle King (Only Love)

You from the States, I’m from the lowlands,
Both tryna heal with empty hands.
Code on my screen, pain on repeat,
Dreams in the loop — still movin’ my feet.

Life’s Mid Remix

I Feel U, Bro

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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