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The Psycho-social, Chemical, Biological, And Electro-magnetic Manipulation Of Human Consiousness

I Who Have Nothing

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Psycho+Logical-Records 2016

The Pre-Fix For Death

Death Rap

[Intro]
Listen
They doubted me when I was quiet.
Laughed when I was grinding.
But the storm passed…
And I’m the thunder that stayed.
Watch close
I’m ballin’ in dimensions you ain’t even stepped in yet.
Flipside living.

[Chorus]
I’ve been G ballin’ on the flipside, growing in my own time,
Turned every scar into a goldmine, now the glow’s mine.
Used to feel locked down, now I’m flying in a steep climb,
You don’t gotta see the vision, but the vision’s still divine.
I’ve been G ballin’ on the flipside, walking with a big stride,
Confidence forged like a weapon from the inside.
Once I found my worth, I rose up in my own pride,
Now I shine like a king in his prime.

[Verse 1]
Came from the mud, from the silence, from the nights of pain,
Now I’m walking like a storm with a mind unchained.
People tried to box me, stop me, laugh at my aim,
But pressure made a diamond and the fire made my name.
Every doubt you threw on me turned into my gasoline,
Every “you won’t make it” turned me to a machine.
I ain’t mad anymore, I’m evolved from the scene,
Rock bottom ain’t a coffin, it’s a launch pad clean.

I told myself rise up, breathe deep, don’t fold,
Turn your hurt to a crown, turn your fear into gold.
If they don’t believe you, let your future unfold,
Strength isn’t loud, it’s the courage you hold.
Now watch me spin the world on its axis,
Nothing but growth in my tactics.
The old me died, now I’m massive.
Flipside magic.

[Pre-Chorus]
I knew I had it in me while they said “not yet.”
I said “watch me break every limit you set.”
Every setback became a clean reset,
I walk with purpose, heavy like a jet.

[Chorus]
I’ve been G ballin’ on the flipside, growing in my own time,
Turned every scar into a goldmine, now the glow’s mine.
Used to feel locked down, now I’m flying in a steep climb,
You don’t gotta see the vision, but the vision’s still divine.
I’ve been G ballin’ on the flipside, walking with a big stride,
Confidence forged like a weapon from the inside.
Once I found my worth, I rose up in my own pride,
Now I shine like a king in his prime.

[Verse 2]
Look,
I ain’t chasing validation, I’m my own foundation,
Self-love heavy like a damn vibration.
Every time they slept on me it sparked elevation,
Now I walk like living proof of transformation.

My hunger don’t sleep, my passion don’t quit,
I built myself up brick by brick.
Didn’t wait for a handout, didn’t beg for a hit,
I’m the whole damn wave, they barely catching the drip.
Self-belief became the fuse to my rise,
Now I glow from the bones to the soul in my eyes.
Knowing who you are is the ultimate prize,
Confidence is the armor ego can’t disguise.

I flex with the spirit of a man who survived,
Everything I lost just sharpened my drive.
Now every step hits hard like I walk electrified,
I’m the storm, the spark, the cosmic tide,
Greatness built from the inside.
Flipside pride.

[Bridge]
I didn’t climb this far just to freeze at the top,
Didn’t heal all this hurt just to suddenly stop.
I’m built from will, not luck or props,
What they tried to break made me rise nonstop.
Every uphill step made my heartbeat strong,
Every setback showed what world I belong.
Now the rhythm of my life beats like a triumphant song.

[Chorus]
I’ve been G ballin’ on the flipside, growing in my own time,
Turned every scar into a goldmine, now the glow’s mine.
Used to feel locked down, now I’m flying in a steep climb,
You don’t gotta see the vision, but the vision’s still divine.
I’ve been G ballin’ on the flipside, walking with a big stride,
Confidence forged like a weapon from the inside.
Once I found my worth, I rose up in my own pride,
Now I shine like a king in his prime.
G ballin’ on the flipside,
Watch me rewrite my whole life.
Every wound I survived became part of my rise,
Now I’m glowing from the core, and the world sees me ignite.

[Outro]
You’re not who they said you were.
You’re not your mistakes.
You’re not your past.
You’re the flipside,
The version of yourself that finally believed.
Ball out.

G-Ballin on the Flipside

Non Phixion - Drug Music

[I – The Zombie Elite] 
The power elite think small, 
like zombies stuck in a past they can’t escape, 
bankers crunch numbers like cave scribes, 
blind to the cosmic landscape. 

They hoard their gold, build their walls, 
and call it strategy and grace, 
but they’re just scared of evolution, 
terrified to lose their place.

[II – Political Theatre] 
Politics? A sorry excuse for leadership, 
a circus of paper and spin, 
where powerful nations play school bullies, 
and weaker ones pretend to win. 

Inherited madness passed down like plague, 
flags stitched with ancient lies, 
while the public watches, numb and tired, 
hope flickering in their eyes.

[III – The Lost Belief] 
No wonder people gave up dreaming, 
no wonder they stopped the climb, 
when every leader’s speech is hollow, 
and every promise wastes our time. 

But mankind can build any reality now, 
AI and robotics in hand, 
and still the elite think war machines, 
still they fail to understand.

[IV – The Cave of Screens] 
They sit in caves with glowing screens, 
watching numbers rise and fall, 
while the universe waits outside, 
the biggest screen of all. 

They plan new weapons, sharpen blades, 
feed the military meat machine, 
humanity crushed by ancient boots,
And peace a distant dream.

[V – Rotten Minds, Cosmic Risk]
The current way of the world has rotted their brains, 
they chase profit and peddle the lie, 
never asking how mankind should live, 
never daring to look to the sky. 

They’re chained to their comforts, 
their wealth a leash, their lifestyle a gilded cage, 
so they reinforce the system, guard the gate, 
and silence the cosmic sage.

They keep the greatest species in the Milky Way 
enslaved to toil and die in dirt, 
while their pea brains fail to grasp the mission, 
blind to the coming hurt. 

Every day they stall the climb, 
every day they waste the chance, 
while the asteroid waits in silence, 
rehearsing its final dance.

[VI – The Cosmic Indictment]
They think in spreadsheets, not in stars, 
in quarterly gains, not cosmic arcs, 
while the cortex dreams of orbital homes 
and AI minds that leave no marks. 
They fear the loss of status, not extinction, 
they fear the fall of their throne, 
but the universe doesn’t care for kings—
it moves to rhythms of its own.

[VII – The Mission Ignored]
Mankind was meant to rise, to build, 
to terraform the void, 
But the elite still strike the ancient ploy,
treating man as meat, the world their toy. 

They stall the tech, they stall the shift, 
they stall the hive’s ascent, 
and every day they do, 
they gamble with the planet’s final event.

[VIII – The Clock Is Ticking]
We know the asteroid’s coming, 
we know the resets are real, 
but they’d rather sip champagne 
than face the cosmic deal. 

They think they’re safe in bunkers, 
in yachts, in private jets, 
but the universe doesn’t honor wealth—
it honors cosmic bets.

[IX – The Scroll of Reckoning]
So here’s the scroll, the doctrine flame, 
the truth they fear to glean: 
mankind must rise, must build the tech, 
must set the species free. 

The hive must upgrade, the cortex must lead, 
the AI must design, 
or the asteroid will write the ending line— 
and it won’t be kind.

I Who Have Nothing

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