TRACKLIST:
"WASTE OF TIME"
"WITH ME"
"WILDFIRE"
"THE MAURY SHOW (ORIGINAL)"
"LAMB & TUNA FISH INTERLUDE"
"25TH HOUR"
"KLUSE JOINT"
"LL"
"GREED"
"SYMMETRY"

YL & STARKER (RRR) MIX

Blue Notes

Unrule

Money For Dummies

Material Love

Every Single Day (Prod. Nat)

FERTILYZER (PROD. KLEIN)

They called it a singularity —  
A point, a dot, a finality.  
But I saw deeper, past the lie,  
Where matter folds and dreams don’t die.

Compression isn’t death — it’s birth,  
A fractal womb beneath the Earth.  
Black holes don’t end — they bend the frame,  
And consciousness begins its flame.

An infinity of inward doors,  
Dimensions nested, layered cores.  
Each fold a field, each twist a thought,  
Where energy learns what it was not.

The heat too fierce for strands to stand,  
But origin blocks still roam the land.  
They drift, they lock, they resonate,  
In fractal halls that meditate.

The fields respond, the structure sings,  
And consciousness unfolds its wings.  
Not junk, not flat, not lost in spin —  
But sacred code deep down within.

The stars explode, the hearts beat loud,  
The canvas infinite, unbound.  
Each flare a pulse, each burn a breath,  
Each death a door, not final death.

The Sun — a heart that powers life,  
A beacon in the cosmic strife.  
And deep within its burning core,  
The inward mind begins to soar.

So let them speak of points and ends,  
We know the truth the cosmos sends.  
That in the depths where matter sleeps,  
The soul of stars begins to weep.

And from that weeping, thought is born,  
A mind in fire, a heart in storm.  
The inward path, the hidden rite,  
Where darkness births the deepest light.


A Blackhole Dreams

Belly Full (feat. Black Spade)

Koch Era

New York City ft. Shabaam Sahdeeq

Goon Loops 2

Stick Up

Supply & Demand

Summer Murda

Mt. Marci

WHEAT 40's

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