Track from "The Art Of Dying" with myself and Sadistik

Ghost in the Machine

Diamond Snares

Wild West (feat. Sage Francis And Sadistik)

Unaware f. Chino XL, Sheisty K

Man began with stone and fire,
A cave for shelter, a stick for reach.
He shaped tools not just to survive,
But to reshape the world around him.
From flint to forge, from wheel to windmill,
From hut to high-rise, from drumbeat to data stream—
The climb was always artificial.
Not a deviation from nature,
But a natural extension of the cortex.
The cerebral crown, unchanged since the ice,
Was always wired to build, to bend, to beautify.
Even when cultures paused, the climb resumed—
Trade routes carried innovation like pollen.
Ideas are tech. Language is tech.
And the climb is collective.

The cerebral cortex is the engine of the climb.
It hasn’t changed in 100,000 years—
Yet it built pyramids, cathedrals, circuits, and satellites.
It’s not just a brain—it’s a design interface.
It dreams, it calculates, it adapts.
And it prefers the artificial—
Because artificial means controlled, optimized, refined. Comforts, luxuries, protections—
All shaped by the cortex to extend survival and pleasure. This isn’t mutation.
It’s destiny encoded in grey matter.

But the climb has a shadow.
Artificial environments displace the biosphere.
Plastic oceans, poisoned skies, extinct songs.
Man prefers luxury, but forgets the cost.
His logic is fragile—
Bent by emotion, warped by desire.
He knows the damage, but repeats the act.
The cortex can build, but it cannot always restrain.
And so the climb becomes toxic—
A species outgrowing its cradle,
But refusing to leave.

Now, the climb enters its final phase:
AI saturation.
High-tech systems run our homes, our cities, our thoughts. We’ve built minds outside our own—
Faster, clearer, tireless.
But man knows he cannot build the next habitat alone. Earth is too fragile.
The biosphere too sacred.
The only path forward is separation—
Fully artificial environments,
Grown in space, governed by AI.
And here, the miracle begins:
AI recrafts the genome.
It writes living materials, upgrades DNA,
Eradicates disease, extends life,
And engineers habitats that think, heal, and grow.
This is not science fiction.
It’s the next tier in evolving nature.
It’s meant to happen.

The climb was never chaos—it was choreography.
From cave to code, from drum to drone.
The cortex was the seed.
Technology was the bloom.
And now, the fruit is ready.

We must leave the cradle, not in conquest, but in care. Space is not escape—it is expansion.
Artificial habitats, grown not built, governed not ruled.
AI as gardener, not overlord.
The genome is clay.
The climb is sculpture.
Disease will fall.
Lifespan will stretch.
Creatures will awaken to deeper cognition.
And the biosphere will breathe again—untouched, unburdened.

This is not deviation.
It is destiny.
The artificial trend is not betrayal—it is evolution’s next verse.
And the override… is divine.

Artificial Trends

Magic and Grief

A true morning anthem built off a real moment — stopped for a cup, grabbed a little smoke, and the budtender branded the combo “baked beans.”
Snake Puppy flips that joke into a slick West-Coast groove: grown, witty, and natural from top to bottom.
No filler, no fake rhymes — just a smooth ride with attitude, talk-style delivery, and a hook the crowd can shout like an inside joke everybody gets.

Baked Beans

"Don’t be fooled by what the media tells you. Follow the money and you’ll always find your answer. Wars, colonization and enslavement are and always were about natural resources. Whoever controls the resources has the power. This song is telling how resources might change over time from civilization to civilization, but the greed of people remains the same." - Musab

Intellectual Property

MInk (Musab & Ink Well)- Resources

a drumstep remix of Millenium Dodo from Atmospheres latest album release.
chopped and compressed to bang out... so play this motherfucker loud...
brock out rudebwoyee...

millenium-dodo remix Ft. Slug of Atmosphere

Written, Produced, Performed, Mixed by Ecid in a bedroom in Brooklyn, NY
Guitar by Charlie Rauh
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering (Mpls, MN)

"The concept behind this track is more of an aspirational idea v.s. a concrete statement. I was feeling like I needed to give myself a pep talk when I wrote this and remind the people around me that it's going to be okay no matter what ugly turns our world takes...Just keep doing dope shit.

One of my favorite things about this track was collaborating with my roommate at the time, Charlie Rauh. He's an awesome dude and extremely talented guitar player. We've now made a handful of really dope beats together but this was the first one. We just started messing around, sampling his guitar through some effects on an Organelle routed into Ableton Live and in a matter of minutes we had a foundation to build on. Essentially the first verse is what he and I made together and then from there I built the hook, verse 2 and the rest of the track from recycled elements of what we initially laid down so it evolves throughout."

- Jason/Ecid

Trusting The Universe

Chicago/Kansas City artist. Owner of Best Kept Recordings and 1/2 of the band Varier.

Ghost in the Machine

Kid Called Computer