Recorded tonight. Raw. Unfiltered.

They executed her in the car. We don't stay quiet.

LOCK-STATE is the sound of a neurodivergent brain refusing to mask. This isn't just music; it's documentation.

Play it loud.

#ABOLISH #JUSTICE

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Boots on the ground But whose ground is it? Stand up

[Verse 1] Boots on the ground, guns on the hip Just a bunch of snowflakes on a power trip You bully the weak 'cause you can’t do nothing else Overcompensating with the cannon on the belt You claim you elite, but you ain't got no drip Looking like you looted Walmart for that clip And what about the ink? Is that standard issue? Discount tribal tats on some soft-ass tissue

[Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you play dress-up, but the bullets are real Point blank range, right through the steel Executed in the whip, shattered the glass Debating the details while the minutes pass And they promise us peace? Yeah, save your breath It's the last time, they say, over fresh death Like we ain't seen this movie a thousand times Different day, different face, same state crimes

[Chorus] Fuck ICE, we scream it in your face Fuck ICE, a systemic disgrace Traitors to the flag, betrayal of the creed Planting the violence, sowing the seed Fuck ICE, tear the agency down Fuck ICE, run 'em out of the town We see the blood on the bumper, we see the lies We hear the silence when justice dies

[Verse 2] But let’s check the record, check the birth date Born in '03, purely outta fear and hate Rebranded the panic, called it Homeland Security Traded our freedom for a false sense of purity Why you masking up? Why you hiding the face? When the whole damn squad should be fighting a court case Ski-mask on, like you robbing the bank But the robbery is legal, got the federal rank

[Pre-Chorus] You ain't stealing the money from a corporate bank The thing that you robbing is innocent lives Separating children, husbands, and wives That's why they scared to stand in the light Abusing the power that was never their right Revolution

[Chorus] Fuck ICE, we scream it in your face Fuck ICE, a systemic disgrace Traitors to the flag, betrayal of the creed Planting the violence, sowing the seed Fuck ICE, tear the agency down Fuck ICE, run 'em out of the town We see the blood on the bumper, we see the lies We hear the silence when justice dies

[Verse 3] You claim you protecting the land of the free But you act like a tyrant across the sea No judge, no jury, just a roadside hit The Constitution? You wiped your ass with it We the People means all of us Not just the ones you don't crush and bust A standing army on domestic soil Just to keep the pot at a constant boil

[Outro] You can wash the bumper But you can't wash the soul Don't tread on us Abolish

Abolish

They didn't send a soldier. They sent a lawyer.

When the people supposed to protect you are the ones aiming the gun.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] I absorbed it Every drop of the chaos I took the hit so she could heal And now you stand over the wreckage Asking me why I didn't bleed the right way

[Verse 1] I took the chaos of your daughter, pressed it to my soul You sat inside the quiet, ignoring all the toll I held the bag while the world went black I carried the house with a knife in my back You asked: Why didn't you visit? Why didn't you drive? Why didn't you sit in the rehab and help her thrive? Let’s look at the chart, let’s look at the degree I got PTSD mixed with autistic fatigue That ain't hyperbole, that’s the medical fact Autistic burnout from the way that I picked up the slack I screamed I was drowning, I laid it all bare You texted: Good luck with your mental health, take care I saved your daughter, I kept her alive But you didn't give a fuck if I survive My executive function was dead on the floor From the near-death experiences behind our door I was on red alert, checking pulses at night Keeping the body alive till the morning light So when she was safe? When the danger was done? I crashed into the earth so I could rise for our son

[Chorus] You say bad shit happens, I say not on my watch I took the hit to turn the dial down a notch You tell me to deal with it, move on with my life? Tell that to the husband still pulling out the knife Yeah, the gallery claps for the new life she found While I’m still pulling myself up off the ground

[Verse 2] You judge the rapid movement? You think the logic breaks? I'm running simulations on the highest of the stakes It isn't mania, it's processing in overdrive Testing every scenario to see what will survive My love language is safety, I engineer peace I didn't info dump just to get a release I did it to wake you the fuck up, to show you the beast To show you the predator heading for the feast But you ignored the science, causing endless strife You picked apart the method, but I saved the life I sent the audit: We bleeding, the deficit’s high You said wait for the market and let the finances die You worried about the equity? The assets? The greed? I was finding the resources that we actually need

[Verse 3] Now let’s talk about the boy, the one that you claim The one with the neurotype that shares my frame You dismiss me? You hate what I do? Then you realizing you dismissing him too? We share the same wire, we share the same code The same way we process the heavy load I’m the ghost of his future, I’m the map to his mind If you can't handle me, then you leaving him behind If you throw me away, you won't have the key To unlocking the grandson you say you want to see You treat the trauma like weather, it rains and it pours I treat it like war right outside of our doors

[Outro] You know what the real tragedy is? It’s not the divorce It’s not even the betrayal It’s that you are all smart people Educated people You had the capacity to learn this language I handed you the manual to your grandson's mind But you chose to judge the binding instead of reading the book You chose ignorance over understanding And that That is a waste

Friendly Fire

EAT THE RICH A satirical, industrial-hip-hop audit of the American Dream.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] Yeah. Check the menu. We got a special tonight. Bon Appétit.

[Verse 1] If you're tired of this, time to flip the script Check the list, go ahead and clench a fist It's time for us to handle business Meet at High Noon, snatch a tycoon Drag 'em by the silver spoon Don't spoil your dinner, just eat a little bit We got more in the fridge than you can fit I know you hear "Rich," you think "You," but that ain't it I've seen your wallet, homie, it ain't that thick Can you afford a doctor when you get sick? Or just under-employed, denied the benefit? Why is my health linked to my boss? Does it make sense to you? 'Cause I'm at a total loss

[Chorus] Pockets empty? (Eat the Rich) Going hungry? (Eat the Rich) What's for dinner? (Eat the Rich) Tastes like chicken but it smells like fish... EAT THE RICH!

[Bridge] Don't judge me, you know I'm tired Life is steep and we stuck in muck and mire On the outside, I may look fly but I still want to cry Little man looking up at me, I'm afraid I might die Don't care about me, just can't leave him behind This whole fucking world is just wholly unkind

[Verse 2] Wake up y'all, they baiting us with the hate Rocking bloody flag skulls and double eights Did you learn that from your roommate upstate? Our grandfathers punched Nazis in the face! Now you think you're the master race? What a disgrace Get off social media, do it post-haste Quick! It’s turning your brain into soft paste We were sharing moments, talking to friends Watching cat videos, hopping on trends Now? You can't even recognize your parents Rich folks making Americans hate Americans Who's taking advantage? Let's check the intent Some born here, plenty were immigrant The ruling class says it's a conflict, not a fit But history proves that the immigrants built it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] That’s right, America was built by immigrants Politicians blaming them for everything ever since Pointing at your neighbor while they lift your wallet Using two hands—y'all busy hating so no one saw it That's what happens when the hate flows through you You didn't learn one goddamn thing from Star Wars, did you? It's not just that we have different points of view If people are hurting, that should matter to you You empower the evil? You get hurt too You think you're special? You ain't part of their crew To them you are nothing, just cannon fodder Like a lamb to the slaughter, why do you bother? I hope you thought ahead, maybe flame retardant 'Cause the rich gonna burn the whole house with us inside it Fleeing to bunkers and their mega yachts Blasting off in rockets thinking they big shots Not realizing they just lucky fools with deep pockets Can't fly the ship, panic in the cockpit

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] I'm serving up Elon with a bit of Dijon Smoked Bob Iger, on the fire since dawn Larry Ellison is evil, I’d eat him just for fun He’s dangerous, prefers litigation to using a gun But he can’t subpoena the bullet when the revolution comes Next up on the plate Jeff Bezos, with way too many boats Destroyed the Washington Post while shipping my French Roast Next course, a salad topped with Sergey Brin "Don't be evil" washed away with buckets of sin Born Jewish in the Soviet, fled the antisemitism Now he profits when he fuels it with his algorithm And Zuckerberg’s site? Spreading harm on your timeline Inciting the violence, they say he's enabled several war crimes Zuck and his friends should be doing hard time We let it slide, now he owns the tides Stole Hawaii just to paraglide

[Outro] Paragliding... You look ridiculous, Mark. Sunscreen on your face looking like a ghost. Get out of here.

Eat the Rich

Discarding the Witness" is a high-velocity Pop-Punk audit of the cycle of betrayal and cognitive survival. While the core of LOCK-STATE is rooted in grimy industrial hip-hop, this version serves as the "Trojan Horse"—wrapping a dense narrative of PTSD and systemic friction in a radio-ready, anthemic wrapper.

Sometimes the truth is too heavy for a boom-bap beat. Sometimes you have to scream it over a wall of sound.

FROM THE ALBUM: Executive Dysfunction
WARNING: High-density lyrics. Listen at your own risk.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] The clinical data is clear. Co-parenting requires communication. But for the safety of the child... We disengage.

[Verse 1] The first time we spoke, I knew you were the one Smile wide and lively, felt like warmth from the sun We built a castle from the ground, yeah we had it spun A new house, a new son, and everything was fun We sittin' on the couch, plotting out the dream But silent interruptions started rippin' at the seam We stopped watchin' shows, we stopped sharin' the screens The distance gettin' wide, unspoken in betweens The bottle set the alarm, waiting for the spin That's when the walls close, and erosion begins

[Chorus] We walkin' parallel lines, cuttin' all the ties I see the truth in the dark, you livin' in the lies I lock the sanctuary, keep the chaos at the door You fightin' with the shadow while I settle up the score No anger in the voice, just the silence on the phone I’m the anchor for the boy, you driftin' on your own

[Verse 2] Reality closin' in, paralyzed and frozen Watchin' the foundation crack, the path that you had chosen The house was a dream, but we woke up in mazes The love disappeared, burnin' out in phases Now I'm starin' at dead faces, livin' in lost spaces From watching TV to dealin' with state cases Sirens in the rearview, the panic and the dread While you smashin’ my phone right off of my head

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] I took the high road, tried to keep the path clear Managed the logistics while you face the demons in your ear I handled business, kept the pressure off your plate Workin' through your parents, tryna navigate the state I wanted you to heal, to weather through the storm But the patterns just repeated, keeping to the form To make it all work, I had to cut the cord But instead of gratitude, you pullin' out your sword So I turned to Al-Anon, yeah I learned the steps Had to let you fall so you could measure out the depths Detachin' with love, I laid you down slow So you could feel the gravity and finally stick the toe Into reality, facin' what you did Not just to me, but the damage to the kid I waited for the "Thank You," for the grace to intervene... But you just scrubbed the history and tried to wipe it clean

[Bridge] I gave you shelter, you gave me war I gave you peace, you slammed the door I’m waitin' for a handshake, waitin' for a sign You gave me the finger and crossed the line You said "Fuck You" to the help? Nah, Fuck You for the pain. Fuck You for the years washed down the drain!

[Verse 4] I audited my books, found the deficit inside While you were runnin' from the shame that you couldn't hide I found the missing key, the A-u-D-H-D The manual to the mind, the root of you and me We coulda fixed the engine, coulda tuned the parts Instead you chose the exit, breakin' little hearts You say you need recovery? You need to handle business But you really leavin' just to discard the witness Yeah, lookin' at my face reflects the time that you wasted A truth so bitter that you can’t stand to taste it You walked away from structure, from the shelter and our pride Left me with the wreckage and the changing of the tide So take the open road, let the silence be your guide But remember when you sleepin' with the ego by your side...

[Outro] You burned the bridges down just to prove that you were right. You traded a Kingdom for a Campsite. Ride or die my ass... Fucking Judas. Are you 30 silver richer?

Discarding the Witness [Pop Rock Audit]

"Friendly Fire" is the personal sequel to "Discarding the Witness." It is a raw audit of betrayal, autistic burnout, and the cost of saving a family while being destroyed by the process.

This [Pop-Punk Audit] uses high-velocity energy to navigate the friction of PTSD and medical facts.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] I absorbed it Every drop of the chaos I took the hit so she could heal And now you stand over the wreckage Asking me why I didn't bleed the right way

[Verse 1] I took the chaos of your daughter, pressed it to my soul You sat inside the quiet, ignoring all the toll I held the bag while the world went black I carried the house with a knife in my back You asked: Why didn't you visit? Why didn't you drive? Why didn't you sit in the rehab and help her thrive? Let’s look at the chart, let’s look at the degree I got PTSD mixed with autistic fatigue That ain't hyperbole, that’s the medical fact Autistic burnout from the way that I picked up the slack I screamed I was drowning, I laid it all bare You texted: Good luck with your mental health, take care I saved your daughter, I kept her alive But you didn't give a fuck if I survive My executive function was dead on the floor From the near-death experiences behind our door I was on red alert, checking pulses at night Keeping the body alive till the morning light So when she was safe? When the danger was done? I crashed into the earth so I could rise for our son

[Chorus] You say bad shit happens, I say not on my watch I took the hit to turn the dial down a notch You tell me to deal with it, move on with my life? Tell that to the husband still pulling out the knife Yeah, the gallery claps for the new life she found While I’m still pulling myself up off the ground

[Verse 2] You judge the rapid movement? You think the logic breaks? I'm running simulations on the highest of the stakes It isn't mania, it's processing in overdrive Testing every scenario to see what will survive My love language is safety, I engineer peace I didn't info dump just to get a release I did it to wake you the fuck up, to show you the beast To show you the predator heading for the feast But you ignored the science, causing endless strife You picked apart the method, but I saved the life I sent the audit: We bleeding, the deficit’s high You said wait for the market and let the finances die You worried about the equity? The assets? The greed? I was finding the resources that we actually need

[Verse 3] Now let’s talk about the boy, the one that you claim The one with the neurotype that shares my frame You dismiss me? You hate what I do? Then you realizing you dismissing him too? We share the same wire, we share the same code The same way we process the heavy load I’m the ghost of his future, I’m the map to his mind If you can't handle me, then you leaving him behind If you throw me away, you won't have the key To unlocking the grandson you say you want to see You treat the trauma like weather, it rains and it pours I treat it like war right outside of our doors

[Outro] You know what the real tragedy is? It’s not the divorce It’s not even the betrayal It’s that you are all smart people Educated people You had the capacity to learn this language I handed you the manual to your grandson's mind But you chose to judge the binding instead of reading the book You chose ignorance over understanding And that That is a waste

Friendly Fire [Pop-Punk Audit]

"Don't be a sucker."

A technical breakdown of the agitator's play. Built on the 1943 National Archives footage. Raw, unpolished, and focused on the mechanics of division.

Production: '93 Grimy Boom Bap. No polish. No gimmicks. Just the podium and the truth.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro]
[Spoken Newsreel Voice]
The National Archives presents... A warning.
Don't... Be... A... Sucker.
[Beat Drop]

[Verse 1]
A reel-to-reel warning from the National Archives
Made for the citizens / open for all eyes.
The good days passed us / now we slippin' into fascism
Crowds cheering for the cliff—yo, what the FUCK is the matter with 'em?
Spencer / David Duke—the boys who claim they "Proud"
Online provocateurs / seeding terror in the crowd.
They ain't your kin / son / they dishonest and bad faith
Clocking every second teaching brothers how to hate.
If unrepentant CORRUPTION leaves a bitter taste
And you feeling lonely / isolated / and displaced—
You gotta know you ain't the only one
But this is info-warfare / and that ain't how it's won.
They want to tear it down / for democracy to be undone
It shrivels like a raisin... drying in the sun.

[Chorus]

WATCH THE-WATCH THE CON!

If you don't see the Con, then you are the MARK! (THE MARK!)
They light the match to leave you stumbling in the dark!
[Scratches]
Don-don-don't be a Sucker!
[Vocals]
First they stoke the fire / then they prey upon your fears
They know you'll see the red... and ignore the trails of tears.
[Sample]
Don't be a sucker!

[Verse 2]
Gotta raise hell / yeah / make it apparent
Tell your neighbors / tell your friends / tell every grandparent.
We in trouble / these greasy quislings ain't playing
They liars / you can't trust a single word they saying.
They like the power and the money—the master plan
Tax breaks for the rich / stealing futures from your fam.
Inflate the assets / rearrange facets for the taxes
While the middle class is gasping / cut down by the axes.
Kids in cages / stolen straight from their parents
Where is the outrage? They eroding the merits
Of the Constitution / now the whole world is glaring
At the "Home of the Brave" while the wolves are shearing.
Disinformation agents / overgrown cosplay boys
Treating human souls like they plastic toys.
It's so easy to hate / it shouldn't be this profitable
To make the kindness... of the Bible... impossible.

[Bridge]
I don't have the answers / maybe we should unplug
Find the people who are hurting / see the sweat and the blood.
Remember your values / keep your principles close
Don't let 'em bully you / don't take the poison dose.
You don't have to buy the program / you don't have to buy the fear
You just gotta see the truth when the evidence is clear.

[Verse 3]
Looks like he ate too much and fell asleep tanning
Duck the Orange Guy / Kellyanne / and Steve Bannon.
I grew up on the heroes / I wanted to be a starter
I learned about the Force and a kid named Luke Skywalker.
But the leaders that you pick? They move just like his FATHER
A Dark Side alliance / I don't mean to even bother—
But John Lewis / "good trouble" / let it get done
If my Grandpa taught me anything: it's okay to punch a Nazi / son.
If Indiana Jones did it / then I suppose it’s alright
Right cross to the jaw—put the fascists out for the night!

[Outro]
[Scratches]
YOU THE MARK... THE MARK...
[Spoken]
Don't let them take it away.
[End]

Don't be a Sucker

The main course is served.

"Eat the Rich" is a high-octane pop reimagining of the original industrial hip-hop audit. This version strips away the grit for a high-gloss, satirical look at the American Dream’s price tag. Catchy, sharp, and uncompromising—check the list, clench a fist, and enjoy the special.

Bon Appétit.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] Yeah. Check the menu. We got a special tonight. Bon Appétit.

[Verse 1] If you're tired of this, time to flip the script Check the list, go ahead and clench a fist It's time for us to handle business Meet at High Noon, snatch a tycoon Drag 'em by the silver spoon Don't spoil your dinner, just eat a little bit We got more in the fridge than you can fit I know you hear "Rich," you think "You," but that ain't it I've seen your wallet, homie, it ain't that thick Can you afford a doctor when you get sick? Or just under-employed, denied the benefit? Why is my health linked to my boss? Does it make sense to you? 'Cause I'm at a total loss

[Chorus] Pockets empty? (Eat the Rich) Going hungry? (Eat the Rich) What's for dinner? (Eat the Rich) Tastes like chicken but it smells like fish... EAT THE RICH!

[Bridge] Don't judge me, you know I'm tired Life is steep and we stuck in muck and mire On the outside, I may look fly but I still want to cry Little man looking up at me, I'm afraid I might die Don't care about me, just can't leave him behind This whole fucking world is just wholly unkind

[Verse 2] Wake up y'all, they baiting us with the hate Rocking bloody flag skulls and double eights Did you learn that from your roommate upstate? Our grandfathers punched Nazis in the face! Now you think you're the master race? What a disgrace Get off social media, do it post-haste Quick! It’s turning your brain into soft paste We were sharing moments, talking to friends Watching cat videos, hopping on trends Now? You can't even recognize your parents Rich folks making Americans hate Americans Who's taking advantage? Let's check the intent Some born here, plenty were immigrant The ruling class says it's a conflict, not a fit But history proves that the immigrants built it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] That’s right, America was built by immigrants Politicians blaming them for everything ever since Pointing at your neighbor while they lift your wallet Using two hands—y'all busy hating so no one saw it That's what happens when the hate flows through you You didn't learn one goddamn thing from Star Wars, did you? It's not just that we have different points of view If people are hurting, that should matter to you You empower the evil? You get hurt too You think you're special? You ain't part of their crew To them you are nothing, just cannon fodder Like a lamb to the slaughter, why do you bother? I hope you thought ahead, maybe flame retardant 'Cause the rich gonna burn the whole house with us inside it Fleeing to bunkers and their mega yachts Blasting off in rockets thinking they big shots Not realizing they just lucky fools with deep pockets Can't fly the ship, panic in the cockpit

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] I'm serving up Elon with a bit of Dijon Smoked Bob Iger, on the fire since dawn Larry Ellison is evil, I’d eat him just for fun He’s dangerous, prefers litigation to using a gun But he can’t subpoena the bullet when the revolution comes Next up on the plate Jeff Bezos, with way too many boats Destroyed the Washington Post while shipping my French Roast Next course, a salad topped with Sergey Brin "Don't be evil" washed away with buckets of sin Born Jewish in the Soviet, fled the antisemitism Now he profits when he fuels it with his algorithm And Zuckerberg’s site? Spreading harm on your timeline Inciting the violence, they say he's enabled several war crimes Zuck and his friends should be doing hard time We let it slide, now he owns the tides Stole Hawaii just to paraglide

[Outro] Paragliding... You look ridiculous, Mark. Sunscreen on your face looking like a ghost. Get out of here.

Eat the Rich - Pop Rock Audit

The special is served, and the groove is high-end.

"Eat the Rich (Nu-Disco Audit)" is a satirical, disco-infused deep dive into the portfolios of the ruling class. This 124 BPM reimagining strips away the grit for a high-gloss, funk-heavy look at the American Dream’s price tag. From the boardroom to the buffet, it's a lyrical audit designed for the dance floor.

LOCK-STATE.

[Intro] Yeah. Check the menu. We got a special tonight. Bon Appétit.

[Verse 1] If you're tired of this, time to flip the script Check the list, go ahead and clench a fist It's time for us to handle business Meet at High Noon, snatch a tycoon Drag 'em by the silver spoon Don't spoil your dinner, just eat a little bit We got more in the fridge than you can fit I know you hear "Rich," you think "You," but that ain't it I've seen your wallet, homie, it ain't that thick Can you afford a doctor when you get sick? Or just under-employed, denied the benefit? Why is my health linked to my boss? Does it make sense to you? 'Cause I'm at a total loss

[Chorus] Pockets empty? (Eat the Rich) Going hungry? (Eat the Rich) What's for dinner? (Eat the Rich) Tastes like chicken but it smells like fish... EAT THE RICH!

[Bridge] Don't judge me, you know I'm tired Life is steep and we stuck in muck and mire On the outside, I may look fly but I still want to cry Little man looking up at me, I'm afraid I might die Don't care about me, just can't leave him behind This whole fucking world is just wholly unkind

[Verse 2] Wake up y'all, they baiting us with the hate Rocking bloody flag skulls and double eights Did you learn that from your roommate upstate? Our grandfathers punched Nazis in the face! Now you think you're the master race? What a disgrace Get off social media, do it post-haste Quick! It’s turning your brain into soft paste We were sharing moments, talking to friends Watching cat videos, hopping on trends Now? You can't even recognize your parents Rich folks making Americans hate Americans Who's taking advantage? Let's check the intent Some born here, plenty were immigrant The ruling class says it's a conflict, not a fit But history proves that the immigrants built it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] That’s right, America was built by immigrants Politicians blaming them for everything ever since Pointing at your neighbor while they lift your wallet Using two hands—y'all busy hating so no one saw it That's what happens when the hate flows through you You didn't learn one goddamn thing from Star Wars, did you? It's not just that we have different points of view If people are hurting, that should matter to you You empower the evil? You get hurt too You think you're special? You ain't part of their crew To them you are nothing, just cannon fodder Like a lamb to the slaughter, why do you bother? I hope you thought ahead, maybe flame retardant 'Cause the rich gonna burn the whole house with us inside it Fleeing to bunkers and their mega yachts Blasting off in rockets thinking they big shots Not realizing they just lucky fools with deep pockets Can't fly the ship, panic in the cockpit

[Chorus]

[Verse 4] I'm serving up Elon with a bit of Dijon Smoked Bob Iger, on the fire since dawn Larry Ellison is evil, I’d eat him just for fun He’s dangerous, prefers litigation to using a gun But he can’t subpoena the bullet when the revolution comes Next up on the plate Jeff Bezos, with way too many boats Destroyed the Washington Post while shipping my French Roast Next course, a salad topped with Sergey Brin "Don't be evil" washed away with buckets of sin Born Jewish in the Soviet, fled the antisemitism Now he profits when he fuels it with his algorithm And Zuckerberg’s site? Spreading harm on your timeline Inciting the violence, they say he's enabled several war crimes Zuck and his friends should be doing hard time We let it slide, now he owns the tides Stole Hawaii just to paraglide

[Outro] Paragliding... You look ridiculous, Mark. Sunscreen on your face looking like a ghost. Get out of here.

Eat the Rich - Nu-Disco Audit

The mask is off.

"The Masquerade" is a technical dissertation on the mechanics of the modern grift. An industrial hip-hop audit of power, manipulation, and the collapse of the facade.

Produced with a '93 grit and a sharp eye on the 2026 political landscape. This is the core of the LOCK STATE project.

[Verse 1: The Grifter King]
Check the dissertation on this thin-skinned administration
A master of manipulation, the grifter's demonstration
Sold you a dream from a Dollar Depot, built up the ego
On cheap plastic trinkets while the truth, he sinks it below
The surface, his real purpose is personal profit and purchase
Left the working man nervous and worthless, a circus under the dome
From a gaudy gold throne, sits a villain who's known
For leaving character at home, a heart carved from stone
It's just common street sense, you can see through the pretense
The three-card monte dealer getting rich  at our expense.

[Chorus] [Heavy Bass and Strings]
It's a masquerade, he's playing a role, and everybody knows
The People's House a stage for the grifter's puppet show
He's masquerading as a righteous man, with a heart of stone
Just a paper tyrant sitting on a hollow throne.

[Verse 2: The Paper Tyrant]
Talks a big game, but his courage is M-I-A
Gassing peaceful protestors for a prime-time photo display
A bible for a prop, his morals never stop at the top
Praises dictators and killers, gives a nod to the cop
Who brutalizes, his platform specializes in cheap surprises
And racist disguises, the hate in him rises
He mocks the disabled, the stories been fabled and labeled
A gold star family's pain on the table, it’s a national calamity
His rallies are Nuremberg, you heard every muttered word
A dog whistle for the herd, the vision is blurred
This ain't strength, it's the tantrum of a coward who's been empowered.

[Chorus] [Heavy Bass and Strings]
It's a masquerade, he's playing a role, and everybody knows
The People's House a stage for the grifter's puppet show
He's masquerading as a righteous man, with a heart of stone
Just a paper tyrant sitting on a hollow throne.


​[Verse 3: The Empty Suit]
Let's talk about the office, the splendor he disrespects
The domino effects of criminal neglects
Ignored the intel from his own top agencies
Spreading blatant falsehoods on a daily basis
While the plague swept the land and the death toll amassed
He was selling false hope, a long shadow he cast
Inaction's the action, the plan is no plan
Just a TV performance from a desperate man
A legacy of failure, a stain you can't scrub
From the highest of platforms in the lowest of clubs
The suit might be tailored, but the man isn't there
Just an echo of power, and a lungful of air

[Bridge: The Counter-Narrative]
See, it's better to build things, from the soul, for real
Not scamming and perfecting the art of the steal
Never faking the funds, never playing a part
Adding positivity to the world with beautiful art
You're just a debtor in the most powerful seat
A constant liar with a history of deceit
So we should be calling it out, this ain't a political slant
It's just the truth about a man with a disgusting spray tan

[Outro]
Just a masquerade...
Yeah... a charade...
The ultimate grift... ever been made...
(Voice repeats "masquerade" and fades out with a vinyl scratch)

The Masquerade

The mask is slipping in the swamp.

This is the viscerally heavy, Hard Rock evolution of "Masquerade." A dissertation on the crumbling facade of the grift, built on heavy stomps, gravelly vocals, and a dark Southern Gothic atmosphere.

Power derived from mass. Logic derived from history.

[Verse 1: The Grifter King]
Check the dissertation on this thin-skinned administration
A master of manipulation, the grifter's demonstration
Sold you a dream from a Dollar Depot, built up the ego
On cheap plastic trinkets while the truth, he sinks it below
The surface, his real purpose is personal profit and purchase
Left the working man nervous and worthless, a circus under the dome
From a gaudy gold throne, sits a villain who's known
For leaving character at home, a heart carved from stone
It's just common street sense, you can see through the pretense
The three-card monte dealer getting rich at our expense.

[Chorus] [Heavy Bass and Strings]
It's a masquerade, he's playing a role, and everybody knows
The People's House a stage for the grifter's puppet show
He's masquerading as a righteous man, with a heart of stone
Just a paper tyrant sitting on a hollow throne.

[Verse 2: The Paper Tyrant]
Talks a big game, but his courage is M-I-A
Gassing peaceful protestors for a prime-time photo display
A bible for a prop, his morals never stop at the top
Praises dictators and killers, gives a nod to the cop
Who brutalizes, his platform specializes in cheap surprises
And racist disguises, the hate in him rises
He mocks the disabled, the stories been fabled and labeled
A gold star family's pain on the table, it’s a national calamity
His rallies are Nuremberg, you heard every muttered word
A dog whistle for the herd, the vision is blurred
This ain't strength, it's the tantrum of a coward who's been empowered.

[Chorus] [Heavy Bass and Strings]
It's a masquerade, he's playing a role, and everybody knows
The People's House a stage for the grifter's puppet show
He's masquerading as a righteous man, with a heart of stone
Just a paper tyrant sitting on a hollow throne.

​[Verse 3: The Empty Suit]
Let's talk about the office, the splendor he disrespects
The domino effects of criminal neglects
Ignored the intel from his own top agencies
Spreading blatant falsehoods on a daily basis
While the plague swept the land and the death toll amassed
He was selling false hope, a long shadow he cast
Inaction's the action, the plan is no plan
Just a TV performance from a desperate man
A legacy of failure, a stain you can't scrub
From the highest of platforms in the lowest of clubs
The suit might be tailored, but the man isn't there
Just an echo of power, and a lungful of air

[Bridge: The Counter-Narrative]
See, it's better to build things, from the soul, for real
Not scamming and perfecting the art of the steal
Never faking the funds, never playing a part
Adding positivity to the world with beautiful art
You're just a debtor in the most powerful seat
A constant liar with a history of deceit
So we should be calling it out, this ain't a political slant
It's just the truth about a man with a disgusting spray tan

[Outro]
Just a masquerade...
Yeah... a charade...
The ultimate grift... ever been made...
(Voice repeats "masquerade" and fades out with a vinyl scratch)

The Masquerade- Swamp Rock Audit

The anthem for right now.

"Abolish (Fuck ICE)" is a high-octane Pop-Rock audit of systemic failure. From the '03 "Homeland Security" rebrand to the "blood on the bumper," this track is a non-negotiable dissertation on the power trips and state crimes happening on our soil.

You can wash the bumper, but you can't wash the soul.

STAND UP. ABOLISH. LOCK-STATE

[Intro] Yeah Boots on the ground But whose ground is it? Stand up

[Verse 1] Boots on the ground, guns on the hip Just a bunch of snowflakes on a power trip You bully the weak 'cause you can’t do nothing else Overcompensating with the cannon on the belt You claim you elite, but you ain't got no drip Looking like you looted Walmart for that clip And what about the ink? Is that standard issue? Discount tribal tats on some soft-ass tissue

[Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you play dress-up, but the bullets are real Point blank range, right through the steel Executed in the whip, shattered the glass Debating the details while the minutes pass And they promise us peace? Yeah, save your breath It's the last time, they say, over fresh death Like we ain't seen this movie a thousand times Different day, different face, same state crimes

[Chorus] Fuck ICE, we scream it in your face Fuck ICE, a systemic disgrace Traitors to the flag, betrayal of the creed Planting the violence, sowing the seed Fuck ICE, tear the agency down Fuck ICE, run 'em out of the town We see the blood on the bumper, we see the lies We hear the silence when justice dies

[Verse 2] But let’s check the record, check the birth date Born in '03, purely outta fear and hate Rebranded the panic, called it Homeland Security Traded our freedom for a false sense of purity Why you masking up? Why you hiding the face? When the whole damn squad should be fighting a court case Ski-mask on, like you robbing the bank But the robbery is legal, got the federal rank

[Pre-Chorus] You ain't stealing the money from a corporate bank The thing that you robbing is innocent lives Separating children, husbands, and wives That's why they scared to stand in the light Abusing the power that was never their right Revolution

[Chorus] Fuck ICE, we scream it in your face Fuck ICE, a systemic disgrace Traitors to the flag, betrayal of the creed Planting the violence, sowing the seed Fuck ICE, tear the agency down Fuck ICE, run 'em out of the town We see the blood on the bumper, we see the lies We hear the silence when justice dies

[Verse 3] You claim you protecting the land of the free But you act like a tyrant across the sea No judge, no jury, just a roadside hit The Constitution? You wiped your ass with it We the People means all of us Not just the ones you don't crush and bust A standing army on domestic soil Just to keep the pot at a constant boil

[Outro] You can wash the bumper But you can't wash the soul Don't tread on us Abolish

Abolish  -  Pop Rock Audit

LOCK-STATE i is the sound of a neurodivergent brain refusing to mask.

Born from the frustration of existing in a world designed for someone else, LOCK-STATE is a raw, industrial documentation of executive dysfunction, trauma recovery, and the chaotic reality of modern life.

This is art for the overthinkers, the cycle-breakers, and the divergent minds. I’m a real person navigating the noise. If you get it, you get it. Everyone else is just tagging along in my brain.

New Single "ABOLISH" out now.