EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION: THE NU-DISCO AUDITS

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

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[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

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[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

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.