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Stay Awake is a raw, unfiltered look at modern survival through the eyes of an exhausted parent who's been up for three days straight. Over haunting production that shifts from minimal trap to orchestral intensity, the track dismantles the glorification of corruption and "hustle culture," revealing it as expensive escapism rather than strength. 

With a soulful female hook contrasting hard-hitting verses, the song calls out how the system benefits when people mistake numbness for toughness and avoidance for rebellion. We know the games rigged; this is an expose of how even the supposed resistance has been weaponized against us.

The real power lies in its central message: true courage is staying present and awake while the world chooses to sleep. This is conscious rap that doesn't preach but simply tells the truth about what it costs to stay human in an inhuman system. Human Lyrics. Beats and production with AI.

Stay Awake[Explicit]

Freestyled, written, performed, mixed and mastered by Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Beat by Nasty Tha Mc.
Scratching by Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Outro sample: "So You Want To Be Hardcore" by Biggie.
Cover art by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer. 
Released October 10, 2025

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Yo Cozmo!
Yo Nasty!
It’s about that time!
Yes it is! Let’s rock rock rock rock again!
Ji yi!

Turn up the jam. (yii) Turn up the jam. (Uh!)
Turn up the jam. (turn up that jam). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (laughs) Turn up the jam. (oh yea!)
Turn up the jam. 
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up. 

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Two worlds collide. Oh sh, o my!
Whach you get, two fly motha uckin damn guys. (laughs)
Jam oh yea to it. Just the beat like that with a lot a yea fluid. (uh huh)
Aint new to the ish. Always been holdin mics with a tight damn grip. (dat.)

Uh no slip off the tongue of the motha fuckin yii damns it. (laughs)
Always know what we’re gonna say, always know what we’re gonna do.
Shiii by the way. Are ya listenin?
Always two steps ahead. Of a dumb motha f. Do ya hear me? (Two steps ahead)

I told ya yea, we too sexy. 
Like Right Said Fred, all too sexy. (too sexy) (laughs)
Do something, yea the girl text me.
But I never pay her no mind. O my.
Got a dime on my mind, that’s Mary Jane.

Keep me oh yea, motha fuckin sane. 
Do what I do while on the plane.
Check it out, m, I’m older, yea catch flight.
What I mean, aw yea, if ya don’t know.

Now ya motha fuckin know, that. Whoa.
That I be on somethin that’s it. (that’s it.)
Worldwide me and Cozmo, awwww shit!

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Turn up the jam. (yii) Turn up the jam.
Turn up the jam. (hell yea). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (turn it up) Turn up the jam. 
Turn up the jam. (yea)
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

Yea, this is what I say,
This is what I do.
I rock the m m m m m mic too.

Me and Nasty been rockin mics hard.
Love bumpin this ish up in my car.
Yea, I got a Prius but I don’t care.
I got a world class system up in there.

Two 12s as I bump down the street.
Hard to sit still when vibratin my seat. Sweet!
Installed by Fidelity Sound.
By my buddy Jim, oh yea, yea him.

We go back to the 1980s.
1989 to be exact. (huh)
When I first moved here.
Jim put me on the fast track.

Since then, he’s been one of my best friends.
Original Dodomyte Posse member.
When I’m bumpin down the road…
Vibin to me and Nasty as we flow.

We can be heard from another zip code.
Like our bass is about to explode. 

So now it’s time to turn up the jam. Bam!
Me and Nasty always hittin a grand slam.
We keep it real, nothing programmed.
Now take it back to the hook, huh yea damn!
(scratch)

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Turn up the jam. (yes) Turn up the jam. (yea)
Turn up the jam. (uh). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (yiii) Turn up the jam. (pow!)
Turn up the jam.(Yea)
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up.
Turn up the jam. Turn up the jam.
Turn up the jam. 
You know what to do. Pump it up, pump it up…
(outro sample and delay)

Pump It Up (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Featuring my daughter, Lydia Matamoros-Lapp.
Beat by Auditory Ecstasy https://soundcloud.com/auditory-ecstasy, remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art created in Image Creator by Microsoft Designer and Canva.

Hit it Dad!

Mannn another summer down.
In the Pacific Northwest we go to town.
Summer 25 revive what we does.
Next installment of the summer that was. 

It started, I DJed my first wedding.
Then DJ Real visited from Australia.
Traveled to Chicago, college visit for Lydia.
Crissy’s birthday bash ha ha aw yea!

11th wedding anniversary at a mansion.
A family member passed way too young.
All summer me and Nasty collaboration.

Now sit back relax, take a trip with us.
Me and Lydia flippin the rhymes.
Let’s relive this summer one more time.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer started, DJed my first wedding.
Crissy’s friend Jennifer marrying Urlet.
I ran the console and played the jams.
Up in that church, we rocked it, dayam!

The next day DJ Real from Australia.
Here in the flesh, and lemme tell ya.
He traveled with his daughter to the West Coast.
Hung with us in Portland, chillin the most.

Comraderie of one of my favorite collaborators.
Was immediate and we bonded to the beat.
Then off to Chicago the very next week.
Dropped Lydia off at college 2 weeks.

Then in Chicago we stayed with great friends.
From way back when, Mike and Randee, aw yea!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

50 Years my wife has been live.
Had a bash at Skate Haven Farm, that’s fly.
Elle and her band, came and rocked the house.
The Hidden Gems, yo, lit it up, wow!

Our friends and fam, party on our property.
Unforgettable 50th birthday.

Whole fam went to Seattle to say goodbye,
To a family member, celebrate his life.
He was cut short at 49 years old.
Rest in peace Curtis Paris, you lived life bold.

Then came me and Crissy’s wedding anniversary.
At a mansion like g g g g Gatsby.
17000 square feet to ourselves,
Aint gonna say what happened, but dayam, welllll.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

So 2025 was the summer that was.
Sayin goodbye to fam.
Celebratin milestones.
Celebratin life as we all get older.
Live up every summer until it’s over!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer 2025. Yea.
Me and Lydia getting live!

The Summer That Was 2025 (feat. Lydia) (Prod. Auditory Ecstasy)

Wish these words were just echoes Of real conversations, Journal entries I fondly recall— Lived revelations. I write and I write, til it Reads like déjà vu, But this the first time I'm hearing it— Not really sure Who's speaking to who.

I compose verses like prayers, Petitions, the repetitions like a ritual Might replace what never was, make a memory out of hot air, Might just feel real enough to fill The space you left where words were Meant to be.

People leave so much silence Between each other, Bodies 
sprawled across the battlefield, Too many of our wounded, We leave less than we were, Neither side refused to yield, Only retreated to rebuild, But if it's lost it can only be recovered,
The wounded can only be healed,
No one can replace another. We leave the scene like a graveyard, We learn to abandon ourselves When overpowered—only means of surviving.

Others build an invisible wall, Bricks baked in rage and hate, Mortar of omissions, Can't see out, built too tall. Or maybe it was always there, Just never got close enough To even care... So much thought, so much felt, Every heartbeat like a finger on a key— A typewriter typing Scrolls stored on shelves No one will ever read. Waiting to be received, Stale air intercedes better than a vacuum left By words that can't be summoned, Can't be heard, won't be believed.

We all hold more secrets Than the Vatican archives, Language lives in our DNA, From day one they've tried To bar the doors, turn our nature From a key into a cage, Condition us to hide, To fear what we feel inside, Rather stop looking than Reject our very essence, Our true life, Once, twice, thrice— Eternally, So we compromise.

I don't measure relationships in time— Sometimes more time Just leaves more space, More days, more choices To feel we've drifted far away. Like we just met once but speaking freely Might make us closer than A lifetime of just being near me, But never hearing me, Not speaking from your own voice.

Like how I don't really Know my father, or my mother Even though I see them Damn near every week. We can't really see, can't conceive What we can't speak. Can't always speak what we mean, Don't always mean what we speak, Sometimes we mistake maps For the terrain, without taking a step, Claim we're at the highest peak.

Just another shortcut On easy street. No effort at all, Already feel like you know me.

I have so many conversations With my imagination, Holding spaces for the pages We numbered, dated, and left blank. Only difference between you and me— I know when I'm speaking To my fabrications, I leave room for your reality. The show must go on they say, But know, I'm still waiting, Still listening, for the words You speak, when you're ready— Go ahead, just don't speak for me.

Picture that, grown man still wondering If his parents really loved him Or only loved what they thought of him Until he failed to become that. Wondering if anyone That ever said they loved him, Only loved him when he became Everything they lacked. Hard to know, I would ask them, But can't find them, They didn't stick around— Where they at?

Words and worlds might meet when we Treat them with reverence, Speak them with wisdom and know The word is not the thing,
Words require severance ,
between what is thought and what is felt, The phrase is not the full expression, Words are not what they mean— They're more like a suggestion
Of where to look, where to find
A place to meet somewhere in between.

But instead y'all keep reading
Behavior, polls, deviations,
Like statistics must be more real
Than the people creating them.
Tell me, do you feel it
When I say "Dilaudid"?
Does that word hit different
Than when it hits the bloodstream?
Stop reducing me to data points—
I'm not a number, not a name,
And pain ain't ever been the same.

The way you’ve butchered words,
Means a stagnant silence  only way to stay safe,
Frozen, decaying
Nothing left to say.

Echoes

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.
Mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art pictures of Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan, put together by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer.

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan)
Yo Bobby!

Wuddup Jed !

Remember that Ai bullshit we went through last April?

Hell yeah! I can’t forget homie
that shit was mad whack
it’s like man you can’t trust nobody these days bruh
it’s bad enough we gotta deal with haters
now we against fuckin robots too
like come on!!!!! when will it end
you feel me??????

Oh hell yea!

(Cozmo Jethro)
Does everyone think they’re a musician now?
Back in April, me and Bobby got fooled, wow!
For me, I drank the Ai cool aid.
And me and Bobby didn’t know that shit was lame.

This Ai girl, dropped a track about me mostly,
And at the end, she also mentioned Bobby.
She drew me in with a track that sounded sultry.
Thought she had talent, but she was nothin but Ai.

Before we started I asked about her process.
She said I’ll send you an email about that, yes.
But you know what, that email never came.
In my subconscious I knew that shit was lame.

We created a track together.
Thought that shit was dope.
My friend heard it.
And he was like nope!

He showed me why it was Ai.
Lost my motivation to create, no desire.
On top of that, my wife knew something was wrong.
Fake shit created division, and we couldn’t get along.

Ended up in the psyche ward over this stupid shit.
Man, fuck ai and those that deceive with it! 
Now Bobby, she’s as real as they come.
What say you, about that fucked up situation…?

(BobbyBPhoolan)
Man!!!! Fuck AI and anybody who use it
if you can’t write a song then you shouldn’t do music
all us true emcees sick of all thee abusing
tryna decipher what’s real from the fake confusing
it’s like April all again Yo Bobby ain’t fooling
time to take a real stance against that robot bullshit
especially if they tryna monetize im suing
the way they played my boy had his family feuding
this ain’t a game show wasn’t nothing amusing
he almost lost his mind AI seduced him￼
even played me like a fiddle when I’m hip hop music
stay checking emcees in my nikes just do it
you can’t ride my wave clout chasing is stupid
ain’t no love in this game shooting shots like you Cupid
the visions crystal clear and my dreams are lucid
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..

Ai Scammer (feat. BobbybPhoolan)

Descend into the eerie haze of “The Talking Dead” a dark seance trap hip-hop ritual pulsing at 75-80 BPM. This track conjures a subterranean vibe with haunting trap beats, spectral synths, and slow-rolling bass that mimics the echo of ancient catacombs—perfect for invoking spirits without overwhelming the raw, introspective flow.
Lyrics delve into the disillusionment with the living dead: society sleepwalking through existence, filling heads with illusions while ghosts of the past reveal truths about power, greed, and elite deceptions. From seance circles channeling vengeful spirits to critiques of hegemony and monopoly, it’s a sonic exorcism urging you to resurrect the unfed parts of your soul amid shadows and tricks of the mind.
If you’re drawn to atmospheric hip-hop that blends occult vibes with social commentary—like a fusion of clipping.‘s experimental edge and early Travis Scott’s trap mysticism—light a candle and dive in. This ain’t just music; it’s a ceremony for the awake.
Lyrics snippet: “Lost hope in the living Everyone talking like they’re already dead. Too many y’all walking, talking, no meaning, That ain’t living If you never make it out your head. In the catacombs of your mind, Only you can find what was never fed.”
#DarkTrap #SeanceHipHop #OccultRap #AtmosphericBeats #UndergroundHipHop #SpiritualAwakening

The Talking Dead [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

The Talking Dead [Explicit]

Inspirited In Sight

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