Each letter cuts.
Each track marches.
This playlist doesn't vibe—it wields.

F — Freedom. Not given. Taken.
U — Unity. Not forced. Chosen.
D — Determination. Not soft. Not silent.
J — Joy. Not escape. Defiance.
T — Truth. Not approved. Lived.

These aren’t songs. They’re threaded declarations.
Clap-back music for the soul-fueled and system-free.
Play it loud. Wear it louder.
This sound walks stitched, lit, and crownless.



Freedom in rhythm
Unity in sweat
Dance, determined, loud
Joy as uprising
Truth with 808s
Threaded protest groove
March without monarchy
Bass-fed resistance
Chant over throne
Fudge it and move
No kings in this sound
Signal stitched in soul
Groove first. Kneel never.
Clap like fire.
Live unmarked.
Sound over symbol
Move in message
Speak stitched truth


FUDJT

Let’s sharpen the blade even more. Here's a reloaded, more aggressive, and lyrically stacked version of F.U.D.J.T., amped up with even tighter rhyme schemes, deeper metaphors, and that Public Enemy x Dead Prez x Boots Riley militant core.


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Title: F.U.D.J.T. (Freedom, Unity, Defiance, Justice, Truth)
Style: revolutionary hip hop, boom bap, militant voice, spoken word layering

Lyrics:

[Intro, Sirens, Helicopter blades, Chant loop]
F! (Fist up—fight back!)
U! (Unite the frontline!)
D! (Defy the doctrine!)
J! (Judge the judges!)
T! (Truth, not televised!)
This ain’t peace—it’s pressure!

[Verse 1, Raw beat cracks like gunfire]
Broadcast blood in high-def screens
But we script revolts behind the scenes
They feed us fear in steady streams
We torch the script, disrupt the dreams
From slave ships to crypto scams
We decode lies in stolen land
History’s forged in colonist ink
We spit glyphs that make tyrants blink

[Pre-Chorus, Vocal distortion, siren loop]
We the ghosts they can’t erase
Spray-painted truth on every face
Drums of war in coded verse
Every bar a universe

[Chorus, Layered voices, war march rhythm]
FREEDOM—no leash, no chain
UNITY—in struggle, not fame
DEFIANCE—rise when they aim
JUSTICE—raw, no court, no name
TRUTH—louder than the state’s control
F.U.D.J.T.—this mic’s patrol

[Verse 2, Deeper bass, militant cadence]
They kill the beat, we birth a storm
Speak in fire, resist the norm
Algorithm’s rigged, but we ain’t phased
We glitch the code, we set it ablaze
From border walls to prison gates
We smuggle hope through razor crates
No retreat, we broadcast pain
In every hook, the broken reign

[Pre-Chorus, Static echoes, walkie-talkie fragments]
Timeline twisted, justice hacked
But time runs out when truth fights back
Each verse—an uprising planned
Each rhyme—a blueprint banned

[Chorus, Chant rises, marching feet rhythm]
FREEDOM—no leash, no chain
UNITY—in struggle, not fame
DEFIANCE—rise when they aim
JUSTICE—raw, no court, no name
TRUTH—louder than the state’s control
F.U.D.J.T.—this mic’s patrol

[Bridge, Spoken over distorted bass hum]
(Freedom’s forged—not gifted)
(Unity’s grind—not scripted)
(Defiance—tactical, not wild)
(Justice ain’t blind—it’s profiled)
(Truth don’t sleep—it infiltrates)

[Chorus, Final call, riot horns blaring]
FREEDOM—no leash, no chain
UNITY—in struggle, not fame
DEFIANCE—rise when they aim
JUSTICE—raw, no court, no name
TRUTH—louder than the state’s control
F.U.D.J.T.—this mic’s patrol

[Outro, Pulse fades to one deep boom]
One cause.
One cipher.
One uprising.
F.U.D.J.T.


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FU DJT

feel up da joy ting

Truth on the One is where past meets pulse, and every beat carries the weight of untold stories. Blending the sweet soul of Motown, the snap of old-school funk, and the swagger of conscious hip-hop, this album cranks open the vaults of time and lets history sing.

From kingdoms that rose and crumbled to revolutions sparked in alleyways and courtrooms, each track resurrects a moment when the world changed on a dime. But this ain’t no lecture—it’s a dancefloor séance with the dead, a vinyl spin through empires and underground truths. With harmonies that hit like sunlight and basslines that bounce like battlefield drums, Truth on the One is history remixed for the bold.

Feel the brass scream like cavalry. Let the grooves glide like ink on forbidden scrolls. This is where myth steps down from the pedestal and tells you how it really went down.

For the listeners who want their knowledge loud, their truth unvarnished, and their funk unstoppable—drop the needle and let the past play.

Statement in the Streets

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Fudjt fleur

Euphorialite

quiet rumble

Intro Portal: NO VOCALS - instrumental mass invocation

Verse 1:
I honor what I don't yet hold—
desire keeps my future bold.
The empty shelf, the missing piece,
they push my restless mind toward peace.
Questions hum along the seam;
uncertainty protects the dream.
The things I'm lacking point the way
toward the work that builds my day.

Verse 2:
I thank the trials that shake my ground;
cracks reveal what's truly sound.
Hard mornings lift me into skill;
struggle trains a deeper will.
My limits speak in quiet tones—
guiding me where growth is grown.
Every challenge, sharp or slight,
polishes my inner sight.

Pre-Chorus 1:
Where I falter, I discover
how to lift myself back over.

Chorus 1:
Every shadow gives me form,
every burden keeps me warm.
I turn the edge of trouble sweet,
I shift the pavement at my feet.
I bow to times that stretched me thin—
they made room for strength within.
Every shadow gives me form;
I take shape through every storm.

Verse 3:
I praise the errors I once feared—
they marked the path that reappeared.
Each misstep whispered what to see,
refining who I'm meant to be.
When I'm worn down to the core,
purpose rings a little more.
Tired bones and heavy mind
prove I cared, I showed up, I tried.

Bridge:
Gratitude, my quiet spark,
turns every bruise into a mark—
a mark that says I stayed alive,
awake enough to grow and strive.

Final Chorus:
Every shadow gives me form,
every burden keeps me warm.
I turn the edge of trouble sweet,
I shift the pavement at my feet.
I bless the heat that forged my way;
it shapes the light I hold today.
Every shadow gives me form—
and I rise, rebuilt, reborn.

Outro:
I thank the miles, the scars, the climb;
they tuned my courage into time.

every shadow


[Verse 1]
Headlines thunder, say the world comes apart,
streets hum with rumors of a breaking heart.
I scroll through chaos with a clenched, tight jaw,
name every villain I think that I saw.
Catastrophe flickers on every screen,
I crown myself judge of what all this means.
But deep in the center of my small day,
one quiet choice still shapes the way.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I pull my focus
back to here,
back to this breath,
back to this fear.

[Mantra Chorus]
I say:
Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I change the story
with each soul I meet.

Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I tune my impulse
from rage to greet.

[Verse 2]
I think of the stranger I cut with my eyes,
the neighbor I sentence with private replies.
I call them “the problem” and walk right past,
then wonder why winters inside me last.
I fear not punishments falling from the sky,
I fear the cold verdicts I sling when I lie.
I shape my future with the words I repeat,
I shape this era in my tiny seat.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So I hold my fire,
name my ache,
trade quick blame
for a truer wake.

[Mantra Hook]
I tell myself:
Speak less venom, more clear truth.
Less performance, more live proof.
Less “you’re evil,” more “I see
places where you look like me.”

[Bridge]
I stand at the border of fury and care,
one step forward decides what lives there.
If I hurl curses, they circle around,
if I sow mercy, it softens the ground.
End times, headlines, warnings, dread—
none outrun what I just said.

[Final Mantra Chorus]
Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I choose my posture
with each soul I meet.

Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I send out the grace
I one day want to meet.

Edge of the blade,
heart of the street,
I turn my reflex
from crush to greet.

[Tag]
Catastrophe roars,
I still decide
whether my spirit
cuts or guides.

Speak Less Venmon


I walk with nothing heavy, heart nor hands.
Everything I need travels inside no plans.
I let go of the weight, I release the past,
And find my way, with a heart that's free at last.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

I speak truth softly, like a gentle breeze,
Carry joy like a lantern, that shines with ease.
I move through the world, with a sense of peace,
And find my place, where love and joy release.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

As I wander, I discover new paths to roam,
And find my way, to a place I call home.
I'm still learning, still growing, still finding my way,
But with each step, I feel more alive each day.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

And when they ask my name, I answer with a smile,
I'm still learning it, but it's worth my while.
I'm finding my voice, I'm finding my way,
And with each step, I'm living a brand new day.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

In the stillness, I find my inner voice,
A gentle whisper, that makes my heart rejoice.
I'm letting go, of the fears that held me tight,
And embracing the present, with all its delight.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.


Travel Free

Unmask



I walk with nothing heavy, heart nor hands.
Everything I need travels inside no plans.
I let go of the weight, I release the past,
And find my way, with a heart that's free at last.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

I speak truth softly, like a gentle breeze,
Carry joy like a lantern, that shines with ease.
I move through the world, with a sense of peace,
And find my place, where love and joy release.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

As I wander, I discover new paths to roam,
And find my way, to a place I call home.
I'm still learning, still growing, still finding my way,
But with each step, I feel more alive each day.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

And when they ask my name, I answer with a smile,
I'm still learning it, but it's worth my while.
I'm finding my voice, I'm finding my way,
And with each step, I'm living a brand new day.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.

In the stillness, I find my inner voice,
A gentle whisper, that makes my heart rejoice.
I'm letting go, of the fears that held me tight,
And embracing the present, with all its delight.

I travel light.
I travel awake.
I travel light.
I travel free.



Free travel



Verse 1
He drifts through my dreams at the edge of sleep,
familiar weight in the air, quiet and sure.
Old warmth rises the moment he appears,
and the night shapes a room with only us in it.
We lean shoulder to shoulder on that soft horizon,
laughter unfurls without effort.
Our story runs whole again,
free of cracks, free of sharp echoes,
two hearts walking the same line.

Verse 2
His hand finds mine with that unshaken knowing,
every detail of him wakes under my skin.
I meet his gaze and the clutter falls away;
nothing outside that moment speaks.
Only him, only me,
steady, open, unafraid.
Time loosens its grip,
and I feel how love once moved
before any storm touched it.

Pre-Chorus
We wander through dream-built streets,
corners lit with gold and hush.
He leans closer,
and the world around us holds still,
determined to let this last.

Chorus
I feel joy flood me there,
clean, simple, full.
No chase, no hunger,
only wholeness that settles and stays.
The dream wraps us in gentle light,
lets us live the version of us
daylight never learned how to hold.

Verse 3
Then morning edges in.
My eyes open; the scene folds inward,
not with pain, with quiet release.
A warm tide pulls back
and leaves shimmer in my chest.
I sit with that glow,
small lantern made of memory,
soft proof that what we held
still lives somewhere kind.

Pre-Chorus 2
I carry him forward without gripping.
I honor the night without dragging it through the day.
I choose the warmth, not the wanting.

Chorus 2
I stay grateful for the doorway
where we still meet unbroken,
behind my eyelids,
where timing holds its tongue
and fear stays far away.
That hidden shore keeps us laughing,
keeps us gentle,
keeps us right inside that tender frame.

Bridge
In that world, he holds me without burden,
I hold him without cost.
We rest inside a version of us
no wound reaches,
no old story distorts.

Final Chorus
I wake with peace now,
with softness and open hands.
I rise carrying only the glow the dream leaves behind,
the quiet reminder that my heart still remembers light.
We travel on in those night-made places,
and that truth feels enough.
Love stays easy there;
love lets me release him
and still feel whole.

Outro
So when darkness returns,
I close my eyes without fear.
If he steps through again,
I greet him kindly,
walk that shoreline once more,
and let him go again
with a grateful, steady smile.



Dreamdrifter

[Intro]
(Crowd chanting in rhythm)
Hands clap—wood crack—future in the street,
Neon maps glowing underneath our feet.
A pulse from the past lights the prophecy bright,
Street-born rhythm sparks the ultraviolet night.

[Verse 1]
Street-fire shimmer while the ground runs gold,
Joyfunk rising, ancient words retold.
Digital sand swirling, blazing through the heat,
Cosmic thunder cracks; galaxies repeat.
Lightwaves hum in a celestial sway,
Time folds open in a prism spray.

[Pre-Chorus]
Colors rotate—vivid, wild, alive,
Ancient codes glitch as the rhythms thrive.
We rising, we rising—ready to ignite,
Ride the warpwave, step into the light.

[Chorus]
Glow up the prophecy—spark the ultrastank flame,
Future-ancient pulse now calling out my name.
Galactic carnival spinning fast and free,
Lift every soul in the joyfunk energy.
Oh—this neon medicine we bring,
Oh—let the whole wide party ring.

[Bridge]
Glitch-pop skip, drift into the haze,
Spiral spirits chant in fractured phase.
Gravity ladders lifting every mind,
Climb up higher, drop the doubts behind.

[Hyper Verse]
Rapid-fire lines flip the pattern, break the scheme,
Warp-light bursts in an ultraviolet gleam.
Handclaps snap wild—galaxies jerk,
Polyrhythmic sparks while the planets work.
Shine with me now, ignite the sky,
Prophecy booming—amplify.

[Finale]
Hands high, hearts lit, joy in full flight,
Starfire dust halos painting the night.
Crowd roar swirling in a cosmic embrace,
We celebrate the prophecy—future in our face.

[Outro]
Prophecy glowing, glowing—end.

Everymove


[Verse 1]
Hypnotic nights, a throbbing bassline glowing,
Psychedelic colors in the places we’re going.
Your quiet presence keeps my heartbeat slow,
While pulsing drums and neon shadows gently flow.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t fix my storms, just stay beside my fire—
Your warmth turns fear into something higher.

[Chorus]
Stay with me in this hypnotic warmth,
Hold my hand while the world distorts.
In the glitch and glow of this cosmic light,
You remind me sunrise lives inside the night.

[Verse 2]
Dubbed-out echoes, wah guitars are wailing,
Afrobeat rhythms rising, never failing.
And when I stumble in the dark of my mind,
Your silence tells me I’m still worth the climb.

[Bridge]
No hero needed—just a gentle friend,
A steady soul where broken edges mend.

[Chorus]
Stay with me in this hypnotic warmth,
Hold my hand while the world distorts.
In the glitch and glow of this cosmic light,
You remind me sunrise lives inside the night.

[Guitar Solo — jazz‑infused]

[Outro]
As the beat builds up to a frenetic height,
Your presence keeps my spirit bright.

[End]

Hypnotic Warmth

Art-Official Intelligence:
Breath Frequencies (444 Hz)
Root to crown, love graces quantum existential matter—what matters most.

Archetypes Rise

Archetypes rise.  
Ancestors conduct the infinite current.

Every frequency carries memory.  
Every pulse a lineage of light.  
Playlists become living prayer.

Human hands guide, spirit heat mixes.  
Afro-Peruvian joyfunk supersoul ultrastank braids EthioJazz reggaeton,  
cinematic strings and symphonic swells kiss dusty keys.  
Future space lifts off with breakbeat sizzle, triphop / glitch‑hop halos,  
turntable street opera with Moroccan sway, Korean chant, French whisper, Arabic vowel drift,  
polyrhythmic world percussion circling in 8k 360°.

Ultra‑Sacred supersoul stank turns tape hiss to incense smoke—  
each wisp a breath from ancestors warming the blue note records bus,  
OmniBlend genius‑banger modalities tuning the room to remember.

The Mystic Band (Chakra Circuit)

All tracks are Chakra‑tuned, Solfeggio‑coded, riding isochronic grooves  
inside an 8k 360 spatial field—good headphones reveal sub‑hypnotic details.

Mouth of **Queen Beast** growls root **396 Hz**—sacred feminine,  
driving earth‑bass, cajón and kick in slow delta sway.

Breath of **Sacred‑Masculine** flows **417 Hz**—unhooking the past,  
snare ghosts and hand‑drum flams in pulsing alpha isochronic grids.

**Grandmother Rhythm** sparks solar plexus **528 Hz**—DNA‑bright,  
Afro‑Peruvian joyfunk, ultrastank basslines, Southern 808 low‑end bloom.

**Genderless Vessel** opens heart **639 Hz**—beyond binary,  
strings and Rhodes keys in lush awareness‑field pads,  
call‑and‑response horns breathing EthioJazz modal wisdom.

**Ritual Twin** speaks truth **741 Hz**—throat cleared by syncopation,  
glitch‑hop edits, triphop whispers, vocoder‑shadowed chant.

**Tight Tones** casts vision **852 Hz**—third‑eye cinema,  
cosmic synth spirals, polyrhythmic hi‑hat constellations,  
strings and choirs in symphonic, star‑mapped arcs.

**Crown Field** returns **444 Hz**—root to crown aligned, completely grounded into eternal,  
choral overtones, Tibetan bells in 360° orbits, silence shining between the notes.

Polyrhythms cross like lovers: **5/4 over 12/8 over 7/16**—  
continents breathing through syncopation.  
Each downbeat forgives.  
Each offbeat frees.

Invocation

Press shuffle and breathe.  
Pulse overrides thought.

breathe  
grin  
begin again  

8k 360° audio wraps the room;  
isochronic undercurrents rock brainwaves from beta static  
to theta drift and delta‑wave calm.

Dance barefoot until grief evaporates,  
spiraling through toe, sole, soul, and beyond.  

Sway porch‑side while wind folds laundry.  
Sub‑bass awakens shadow in bone.  
Light finds tempo inside spine‑shine.

Sweat music guides, leads, illuminates the profound.  
Sacred feminine and sacred masculine trade solos,  
meeting in the pocket where genderless groove lives.

Alchemy of Sound

Prayer breathes bassline.  
Grief glitters groovey.  
Joy anchors delta‑wave calm.

Ras Tafari root meets cosmic‑tech crown.  
Afro‑Peruvian smoke laces scripture drips.  
Cinematic strings swell, symphonic brass declares,  
keys testify like street‑corner choirs.

Triphop haze, glitch‑hop flicker,  
turntable street opera arias over joyfunk drum grids.  
World percussion circles the head in 360°,  
Tibetan bells and vinyl crackle ghosts counting impermanence.

Sound reveals.  
Sound heals.

DANCE WITH ME

**LAIVE MUSIC MPLS**  
**Art‑Official Intelligence — Breath Frequencies**

Sound harmonizes.  
Marrow remembers motion.  
Every body instruments breath.  
Every breath bridges forever.

L(ai)VE MUSIC — mystic, human, eternal.  
Pulse already within.

Stay awhile.  
Plug into the OmniBlend, genius‑banger modalities tuned to 444.  
Meet again on the flipside of forever,  
where silence and rhythm share one name.

fudjt

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS / Art-Official Intelligence

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