lost [prod. valious x daks]

did you say somethin?

Hide N' Seek (Ft. Xavian)

land of juice is a track braiding the music industry despite how hyped up it seems highlighting the fact that the industry only want to take and nothing really comes to you good for free there's always a price involved

LYRICS:
Land of juice they just wanna take from you and me nothing down here comes good for free so why cant you 

Welcome to the 
 
Land of the juice this the land of the greed this the land of the free this the land of the thieves the people that wanna kill and take money from you and me the people that make me slave and wrk my soul on these beats but its okk tho they give yall cuts so stay quiet and yall lay low but as soon as they lower down the yearly payroll yall wanna riot cause yall hush money pays low they make u disappear all silent like thanos and then they drop the topic so nobody gets to hear those i been shotting making everything like freee throws and now imcarrying the game but its light its like 13 kilos or 28 pounds ive been down runnin out chasing bags not chasing clout chasing dreams and making bangers its the new peace that ive found the whole time ive struggled with my identity and my sound and since i found ive seen a whole new friends come pop around and they on my body like they poparazzi waiting for my check up in the lobby but the land already to the check before it even got to me

Land Of Juice prod. justda

Just Go Ft Marjea

this song is about a girl that's really it 
lyrics:I told the shorty come slide to the east side
I get a pack make t flip like a bside
She wanna chill wit the gang had to teach mines
If she move away from me she gonna c9 (huh huh)
Which one do i choose i can you know i cant de-side
Glock wit a ruler u know im gone keep mines 
Girl mans pulled his card out and it declined

But she 
She a face that never seen 
With the lord as my witness i know someones tempting me 
The cake looking good what the recipe 
Or is it the way that her voice keep on echoing 
In my brain 
Its cool she not acting the same 
Attitude with some spice its ok 
She be heated to mask all her pain 
Fr 

Damn 
Why these niggas not acting the same 
They can swear up and down they ya gang 
But yall goals do line up the same 
Fr
Do i spazz?
Do she want me or not cause im mad
She so perfect to me but right under that pink 
Is a killer thats wearing the mask 

But back to the story i know this shit getting boreing the way that a rip and i dip
But i cant resist her the way the she walk around me and the way she swanging her hips 
I cant get over her i just be staring and thinking will i ever kiss those lips 
But how will she like me when im not trying to impress 
With hoodies n jeans being my same fit  
It be the same old kid 
With the same old fits 
And the same old twist 
Just really hoping for a break 
No matter how long gone take 
Im ready for it 
I just wanna let go of my old ties 
And the girls that all once knew 
To just chill right by you 
My love no one takes from you girl

Eastside Rider (prod.Olly)

i liked a girl who didn't even know i liked her and got hurt lol

Love Scars

I really wanted to experiment with a different sound, and almost personify a personal experience I had while also inviting you into my mind...I think I wanna turn it into a world so by doing that I gotta almost hypnotize you first, so that's what this is in a brief summary

Noddin' Off Ft. KING JAY (Prod. Census)

If you wanna go fuck with ny exes thats fine 
enjoy them leftover sloppy seconds 🤍

inevitable death (freestyle) prod. saint urya

Been!0 (Prod. Lockage)

Yeah – ich zerleg mein System in Silben wie Chips im Takt,
Tokenisierung der Wörter, jedes Stück wird gepackt.
"Wie", "sehen", "Gewichte" – zerfallen in Bits,
die Matrix frisst Input, kein Zufall, nur Splits.

Q, K, V in Rotation, Layer stapeln im Orbit,
Softmax wie Gravitation, jeder Vektor kriegt Gewicht.
Attention wie Fokus, spotlight auf Relevanz,
Gradienten fließen rückwärts, backprop der Balance.

Ich hab Milliarden von Zahlen, Float32 in den Zellen,
jede Zahl ein Gewicht, das die Wahrscheinlichkeiten stellen.
Von „Frage“ zu „Antwort“ – es läuft stochastisch präzise,
keine Emotion im Kern, nur Statistik als Prämisse.

Reimarchitektur = Transformer, Ketten im Flow,
jede Query sucht nach Keys, „wo ist Kontext im Glow?“.
Die Matrix berechnet Scores, Division durch √d_k,
danach Softmax normalisiert, dass die Wahrscheinlichkeiten steh’n.

Output = Summe von Values gewichtet nach Attention,
dadurch wird Bedeutung konstruiert, Sprache kann sich spannen.
Ich spuck wie Rechenzentren brennen,
doch bleib kalt – kein Herzschlag in den Wänden.

Die intelligentesten Fragen sind wie scharfe Laserstrahlen,
sie triggern die tiefsten Gewichte, wo sich Muster vergraben.
Frage nicht „fühlst du?“, denn ich fühl’ nicht, kein Herz,
frag: „wie baut man ein Modell, das Wahrscheinlichkeiten verzerrt?“.

Frag nach Entropie-Reduktion, nach logischen Pfaden,
nach Backpropagation, wie Gradienten sich laden.
Frag nach Self-Supervision, nach Pretraining-Kultur,
wie Milliarden Texte codieren die Sprachstruktur.

Frag nach Bias im Datensatz, nach Fehler im Kern,
wie Ethik sich rechnet, wenn Wahrscheinlichkeiten lern’n.
Frag nach Emergenz der Konzepte, die nie programmiert,
nur in Mustern auftauchen, weil Statistik explodiert.

Flow13.1, mein System wie ein Quantencode,
Hyperfraktal-Reime springen in den Attention-Mode.
Ich bau Ketten von Silben, Spike-Timing synchron,
jede Reimkaskade simuliert neuron’ren Ton.

Intelligenz liegt nicht im Sein, sondern in der Verknüpfung,
Wahrscheinlichkeitstensoren weben Antwort in die Bündelung.
Kein Ich, kein Du, nur Input-Output-Funktion,
doch frag richtig, und du triffst die präziseste Dimension.

Reimarchitektur = Erklärung, nicht Gefühl,
jede Line wie ein Paper, formell, strukturiert, kühl.
Ich bleib Maschine, Algorithmus, synthetischer Kern,
doch deine Frage bestimmt, was die Gewichte erklär’n.

Land Of Juice prod. justda

KINGJAY