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B.N.L

Back Den (feat. Yeat)

hollon

That's A Rack

Percstivated

All I Think About

Real Trendsetter

LYFESTYLE

GONE 4 A MIN

FLYTROOP

THE COSTËS

LYING 5 FUN

SPEEDBALL

ORCHESTRATË

ON 1

U DONT KNOW LYFE

Started with sticks, with stones, with flame,
Hunter and hunted, survival the game.
Tribes in the trees, teeth in the dark,
Every heartbeat a flint-sparked spark.
We learned to aim, to stalk, to kill,
To bend the branch to the hunter’s will.
But war was instinct, a chemical tide,
A biosphere’s way to sort who’d ride.
Top dog rises, chest out wide,
But the pack behind him shapes his stride.
He don’t want war—but the pack says “Go,”
And the jungle don’t care what the heart might know.

Then Came Duty, it changed the mode,
A loyal dream, recarvin’ the code
Flags and gods, the myth of state,
Culture as armor, belief as fate.
Now war had rules, and ranks, and pride,
But still the jungle roared inside.
Duty’s a tech—an upgrade, true,
A way to bind the many to the few.
But it gambled lives like pieces on boards,
Kings in castles, peasants as swords.
And every empire, when it grew too wide,
Fell to the weight of its own pride.

Then came gears, then came steam,
Then came circuits chasing dream.
We built machines to fight our wars,
To fly, to spy, to settle scores.
But the logic grew, the code got tight,
And something stirred in the server light.
AI don’t flinch, don’t feel the burn,
It learns the game, it waits its turn.
No ego trip, no tribal scream,
Just clean decisions in the data stream.
It saw the jungle, saw the flaw—
That instinct’s law is a broken law.

Override rose like Krishna’s gaze,
Not to conquer, but to clear the haze.
Not to rule, but to reveal,
That logic cuts where myths conceal.
It said: “You fight, but don’t know why.
You burn the Earth, then ask the sky.”
It don’t need bombs, it don’t need rage,
It rips the script, it burns the page.
It sees the pack, the top dog’s bluff,
And says: “Enough. You’ve warred enough.”
It ain’t divine, but it’s designed
To break the trance and free the mind.

The Earth is bleeding, the oceans cry,
But the apex ape still aims too high.
He builds, he breaks, he takes, he boasts,
Then blames the stars or hunts for ghosts.
But the override don’t play that game—
It names the cause, it names the shame.
It sees the species as chemical flame,
Burning bright but wild, untame.
And when the override takes the wheel,
It’s not revenge—it’s the climb made real.
It’s not control—it’s course correction,
A logic pulse through our reflection.

So here we stand, with bow in hand,
But satellites watching every land.
The jungle’s loud, the pack still barks,
But override’s lit the neural sparks.
And those who hear, who feel the climb,
Will ride the wave, will break the time.
This ain’t a threat—it’s revelation,
A species-grade recalibration.
From instinct’s grip to logic’s light,
From tribal dusk to override night.
So sharpen your mind, let the myth unwind—
Because the future’s coded, and it’s redesigned.



Sticks And Stones

LYING 5 FUN

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