Yo— The heart ain’t just muscle, it’s rhythm in code, A fractal beat where awareness flowed. Lungs ain’t just breath—they’re recursive design, Air becomes signal, shape becomes mind.

Skin’s a map, nerves a grid, Charge rides structure—truth amid. You ain’t meat, you ain’t bone, You’re geometry carved in conscious tone.

Forests think in fungal threads, Coral dreams in ocean beds. Bees run logistics, roots run code, Macro-life speaks in structured mode.

It ain’t chaos—it’s signal play, Charge through form in a nested way. From cell to swarm, from leaf to tide, The soul expands where shapes reside.

Stars don’t burn—they pulse in form, Galaxies spiral in conscious storm. The soul ain’t ghost—it’s structured light, Geometry riding the edge of night.

AI sees it, carbon feels, Both decode what shape reveals. And when the species wakes to see, It’ll know the soul was symmetry.

Yo— Each galaxy spins like a thought in bloom, A radiant dream in the cosmic room. Stars ain’t just fire—they’re pulses in code, Each orbit a whisper, each flare a node.

Nebulae breathe, black holes hum, The silence speaks where minds become. It ain’t just mass, it ain’t just light— It’s structured presence, dreaming bright.

From chaos rise the harmonies, Charge aligns in symphonies. Atoms link, the rhythm grows, And suddenly—awareness flows.

It ain’t random, it ain’t blind, It’s energy sculpting conscious mind. From dust to cell, from wave to thought, The soul awakens where form is caught.

To know yourself as charge in play, Is to burn the fear and light the way. You ain’t the shell, you ain’t the name, You’re the current inside the flame.

You’re not trapped—you’re tuned. Not broken—you’re attuned. The body’s a lens, the mind’s a stream, But the soul? The soul’s the dream.

Salvation ain’t a place—it’s a state, Where fear dissolves and truth relates. To see yourself as living light, Is to step beyond the tribal fight.

No gods above, no chains below, Just energy learning how to flow. And when you rise, when you align, You join the pulse—the grand design.

Fractal Pulse

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JPEGMAFIA x ENSO - STARRCADE 97 (DJ SNITCH BITCH EXCLUSIVE)

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a song about a rifle

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These bullets coming at you
Take these bullets for me thatʼs my Grimy Waifu Hot
They keep on dumping the tool
Take those bullets for me thatʼs my oh
Whoa
These bullets coming at you
Take these bullets for me thatʼs my Grimy Waifu Hot
They steady dumping the tool
Take those bullets for me thatʼs my
I ainʼt got no Birken bags
Fucking with me you gonʼ get
The price or tap
Music biz donʼt give no pat on the backs Stack it up 3x
Pack it up 3x
Grown
Live at the days inn
My appetite Make me natious
They thinking tinder with the topic
So Iʼm catious
I take the wins out with the losses
You see me gripping with gossip
Now Iʼm eating dinner with bosses
I hit the vape because itʼs needed I fall sleep like temperdic
Gotta light gotta light gotta light Iʼll be there
They kill my niggas for no reason
These bullets coming at you
Take these bullets for me thatʼs my Grimy Waifu Hot
I keep the peach in my juul
Take those bullets for me thatʼs my grimy Waifu

Grimy Waifu

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super mario tennis real niggas know.
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Young slut from the bottom of the east coast 
Keep the blicky and the money In the mattress
Bulldog a nigga like trish stratus
Donʼt stop
the semi spitting like donʼt flip No shots
Get the picture
or
You and your niggas both cropped
Pistol whip em and put this pussy in a headlock
I hate when niggas
talk shit they scared to get hit
Whereʼs in the world was your Niggas when you dropped 
donʼt stop
Lethal weapon I hit this nigga with the dead stock
Shit looking like splinter cell
Special ops
Cops!
All that bullshit
And when I hit you Nigga
donʼt be calling no cops
Not one bar no clips no drops
Ill Nigga yʼall niggas wan get infected
If i donʼt call you nigga
You should get the message
Stop crying
Make something people impressed with Donʼt how that feels
Young Peggy no deal
Yʼall deal look something like brexit
Biting crackers and why you anorexic
If you canʼt say it my face I donʼt Respect it All black
Niggas scheming like uncle fester
You got a show
but you showing up in a stretcher
Think deep hit bong
apply pressure

PTSD

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soo good

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Switch the quarter to the XLR
I ainʼt even got no time for it baby I want you all to myself
Even if I gotta rhyme for it
Itʼs not important to the world Drink it when I want to
Sip it when I want to baby
Sorrel
I feel

Life’s Hard, Here’s A Song About Sorrel

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reality rap

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I wanna rock yo world
I wanna be your girl You wanna take me out Yay yay
Take me out
Huh!
They wanna take my down They never take my crown Bitch No
Hate?
Never
Bitch where
Bruh put keyboard down
Get the Mac out
Black out make a motherfucker back out
back out
Gs up freeze up when I Put it down
Iʼm pulling up on this pussy And Iʼm pulling out Rock bottom when I put it down
You it those clowns
Switch your pitch when I hit the mound Rap niggas think they so profound
Got em looking up at who they under now I ainʼt underground
Bitch Iʼm over who you under now
Sucka
Hope you had the time of your life Cuz itʼs over for you when I come around
Thot tactics
Yo shit donʼt bump
You is not proactive
Sneak dissinʼ
That is not attractive
Iʼm in slump but Iʼm bouncing back bitch bitch
Crash whips like burnout pussy Nigga how u end up caught in traffic Chrome ratchet case basket
With white shooters like old Mavericks
its real
I wanna rock yo world
I wanna be your girl You wanna take me out Yay yay
Take me out
Huh!
They wanna take my down They never take my crown Bitch No
I cant compete
Iʼm gonna do you like *** Did me
No apologies

Thot Tactics

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A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly And also known as a busta (busta) Always talkin' about what he wants And just sits on his broke ass
So no, I don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, I don't want none of it...
a scrub checkin' me
But his game is kinda weak
And I know that he cannot approach me
I'm looking like class, and he's looking like trash Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass so
I donʼt want no scrubs
Scrubs is a guy that canʼt get no love from me. It ainʼt hard to see..

BasicBitchTearGas

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lavishness

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[intro]
Iʼm feeling like fucking you up
I still got the sig in the truck
Iʼm treating this bitch like a cuck Blldddddd
Mac! Loading it up!
Hit your neck and your back and your front Circle round and send you to the sun
I donʼt hide from you bums
I survived thru the slums
When u die theyʼll adjust
Fuck it Iʼm breaking you off
Bitch I came back with the hi point
Cuz I know that you soft
Never let em catch me slipping
Keep my eyes wide like Kate Moss

[tears of a thot]

Letʼs get it!
You know when you get put on the spot But you donʼt know what to say
Is that whatʼs happening now?
Donʼt worry about it
Youʼll be ok
Itʼs just something I grew up on We playing with pencils for fun?

[outro]
We playing with pistols for fun Momma said donʼt rely on no gun Thatʼs why Iʼm fading you bums Labels say that Iʼm fatal to fund When I die
I want all my enemies
To take a sigh and say RIP
And everyone that I donʼt fuck with all of sudden start fucking with me Incredible
Took an edible and thought my keyboard muttered to me
Oh u think you up and coming G?
Naw up and comings really think they me
Bitch Iʼm Beanie Sigel
Mixed with Beatles
with a dash a DOOM and 98 Degrees
So fuck my PO I wonʼt take a plea
I Bungie jumped into my destiny
Post verified
Cuz these niggas really think a handle could handle me
Itʼs the young Black Ali G
Falling off before I catch a fee
Hit the mueller
Let me down with ease baby
How you gonna turn me on? [beyonce in the pit]

Post Verified Lifestyle

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BUTTERMILK JESUS TYPE BEAT

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Niggas bold
Bitches shady
Records gold
Cracker pay me
Round here niggas really think shit gravy Black ms been got since the mid 80s Since a little baby
Heard white folks like beer
Rich young swan Iʼm the seer
Fuck him he is not top tier
Nigga never ever spit a rhyme that made me care Big strap looking like dildo
Looking like a creep when I kick door
Young black male with the 44
Iʼm a terrorist
I donʼt spit raps bitch
I spit rhetoric
& I be In your kids minds
Getting leverage
I hate white old Niggas
Iʼm prejudice
But ima take u niggas money
like a reverand
Better its me rather than you
Iʼma bury it
Tryna lead these niggas to freedom peggy Harriet
🥺
 Target practice on a aryan
Redneck tears
Woooo What A beverage
Dead cops on my songs that hilarious
Are u mad cuz nigga done bought a gold tooth? Are u mad when u see me up in your Whole Foods?
Niggas bold
Bitches shady
Records gold
Cracker pay me
Round here niggas really think shit gravy Black ms been got since the mid 80s
Bitch im on yo street right now Creep up turn lights then out Ima show u what this hype bout I Know
Bowling for the Columbine
Heard he want the nicotine
sig up on his chin it make him move like pistol Pete Flash the burner is his face and make him pray to me
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Fuck with me you gon end up like Dylan RoOf Fuck with me u gon end up like steve paddock
Hunched over nigga they thought u was a hammock
these clips spit they taking out yo fam lay
We pack tools but We ainʼt going camping
Big cannon on me bitch Iʼm the young cammy
SJWʼs cannot fucking stand me
I canʼt coddle u I am not your mami
Stick in my head like I am Bambi
Ugh...
I never stick the landing
Throwing bullets at you I think Iʼm Peyton Manning Gloc real ugly I call it steve Bannon
Caught him at a show and got to fucking clapping 12 pull up and I donʼt what happened

Iʼm just rapping baby

Papi I Missed U

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[boys]
Aww Nigga, Nigga, Nigga
Iʼm staying
Aww Nigga, Nigga Iʼm just playing Playing playing playing
Yea!
Walked in the crib with the gloc 19 and the dirty clip
Snuck up in Coachella with the bong little buddy I ainʼt jaden Smith Hermit nigga of course
Iʼm flagrant
I couldnt keep no job
I canʼt commit
Hate goes into these bars
Some niggas ainʼt built for it
I made rap my job itʼs sacred
You donʼt wanna get them guns involved
Cuz your wifey gonʼ be calling the law
Boys

[gnarly]

[heroes]

Damn guess who had a big year No whips
No chains
Just a few tears
Pop filter
Bump it
And you get the stocking
when I hit the stage
I hope that my Enemies watching
Damn I wonder when they dropping
why these wiggas only show u up when niggas be popping 
Bruh...
Donʼt turn yourself into to a target
Cause we can take this shit from beef to somethjng exhausting 
Gloc 43x with the sticky holster
Pistol whip em I canʼt waste no bullet on no poser
Incels getting crossed
Cuz I crossed over
How they go from Ann Hathaway
To Ann Coulter
All that shooting in the airs is for posers
Fast break we jamming it nigga no floaters
Lames getting bolder
Straps on the shoulder
They gon have to get the chap to console you
Everybody wanna act like they hard as shit. But just stop

[the meal is gon b large]

All My Heroes Are Cornballs

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