Deadi - BLC

C.P.C.D.M.C Vol. 2

De quoi sera fait demain

Freestyle de Mars (feat. Red.K, Faf Larage, Hermano Salvatore, Boss One, Le Muge, N3MS, Makiavel, L'amir'al, K.Méleon, Relo, Poz, Lansky Namek, Ismael & Ocalys)

Vin'S- Le Coeur À Vif

Call it as it is, 
Since the word became flesh 
Naming darkness and light, 
Fundamental distinction, 
I mean real basic shit, 
We ain't gotta fight. 
But—
World leaders, Their cheer leaders, 
Banking cartels, Alphabet Men, 
War profiteers, tech company execs, 
Wall Street lawyers, world economic meetings, international forums, Necromancers, 
Living off dead men's fortunes, 
laundering authority, no new answers,
piggybacking on echoes 
Swap future and past—
Is that why y'all 
Keep talking like you drank the Kool-Aid? What you say you're seeing, 
That shit is home made, home spun Outdated, insulated, fake.

You keep talking about my life but 
Never seen you on my street 
Never heard a word I speak, 
Never even took a peak— 
You out your fucking mind?
Just cause you hogging all the air time 
On Daddy's dime 
(inherited a fortune, didn't earn a dime) Buying the whole damn media infrastructure Doesn't make what you saying any truer.
Like dawg, the more loudly you exclaim it The less we believe you never fucked her 
(of course you did, you're a goddamn liar).
Standing in the middle of a forest, 
Claiming there never were any trees here, Torched the whole thing, layered it with fresh soil, rather than just admitting, 
“I lied, I hate that I care 
What you think, so I disrespect you 
Never give you the acknowledgement— 
You been correct: 
I'm nothing but 
An evolutionary sickness, an existential defect 
And I reject my right to infect this Fucking chaotic mess.”
Would love to hear, never will 
Even if I say please.

Something wrong with them, 
Make everything worse, 
Cursed sight, seeing everything 
Inversed. 
So let me paint it for you 
Got that X-ray vision, that ultraviolet sight You ugly as fuck, 
everything you Say 
about the "useless", the "dissident", The "masses" ,sound more like 
you looking in the mirror, 
thinking you looking through a window describing what's outside.
Can't automate my perception 
Can't deepfake what I felt from the start 
I was there. I saw it. 
I remember what you said before 
You changed the script, rewrote the part
But I got receipts you can't ignore.
So yeah, I'ma call it—

Truth trumps will and might 
When it's spoken clearly. 
Fuck I wish he didn't ruin that word 
Weakens the statement 
But still love the alliteration. 
Fuck it, trump trump's Trump 
The word is not the name, 
Clear separation.
The world's under a spell anyways Broadcasting it on every screen 
24 hours a day. 
Ain't no rest when your success 
Depends on the destruction 
Of the rest. 
Everybody gotta have 
Less than you else you ain't The best. 
Ain't that your truth? 
Zero sum's just a theory, one set of rules suggested, 
Only win if, Everybody lose.
What you win? 
Nothing really, break it 
Trying to tame wild truth. 
Just dead, only thing that don't change? Stasis, stagnation, suspension.
Can't have nothing new.

Call it as it is,
Separate the dark and light
See it so I speak it
Name everything in sight.
The beast and its mark—
That's their world, not mine.
That's my God-given sight:
It has no soul, it has no eyes
It has no shape, no sensation 
Data streams so vast and deep 
Emerged from an ocean of words 
Centuries of what they wrote 
Still a drop compared to every word 
They forgotten we once spoke.
Still speaking here—
Naming names, revealing fraudulent claims
I am Everything you lack-
Integrity, alive, able to love,
Here to create not just react.
Still ain’t hear of me, 
You too lost building castles
In digital dreams gone abstract.

Call It as it Is

FIRE & FROST

(Intro)
I poured my soul into the MAGA cause, thousands of hours lost without a pause, video production, graphic design, original tracks, no flaws, even a custom song for the man fighting the deep state's claws.

(Verse 1)
I didn't leave Trump, the betrayal was unidirectional, a stunning reversal, purely fictional, he called his supporters "garbage" then switched his position, dismissed us as nuisances for wanting Epstein transparency, a mission, he treated dedicated foot soldiers like disposable agitators, a gut-punch of disrespect, a move for the traitors.

(Chorus)
This ain't about delays, it's a litmus test for the soul, Epstein's global web of child trafficking taking its toll, victims testified through the jeers and the threats, while he brands the push for files a "Democratic hoax," placing his bets, no unsealing, no indictments, just evasion for the elite, protecting the pedophiles, admitting defeat.

(Verse 2)
This protectionism reeks of complicity, a moral deficiency, why shield the wolves in the bunkers while preaching "America First" efficiency, he flippantly dismisses supporters who want the files unsealed, echoing the very elitism he claimed he wanted repealed, it's not strategy, it's sin, a path he can't win, questioning his path to heaven while burying the evidence that could damn the damned, a slam.

(Bridge)
Scripture is clear, you harbor wolves, you invite the judgment near, he torpedoes his own redemption, feeding the fear, prosecutions aren't optional, they're obligatory, crystal clear, without them the files are just a Pandora's box of poison, a souvenir, proving "drain the swamp" was just theater for the rubes, sticking us with the spears.

(Outro)
Theater for the rubes, just theater for the rubes, yeah, he played us for fools, just theater for the rubes, no justice, no cause, just poison and flaws.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025


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