Wrong

[Verse 1]
Yo, blastin' through the trichomes, terpenoid tornado,
Delta-9-THC ignitin' synaptic inferno,
Endocannabinoid receptors dancin' in the limbo,
Anandamide avalanche, bliss in every limbo.
Sativa strains skyrock, cerebral supernova,
Indica inducin' indolence, couch-locked coma,
Hybrid havoc hybridizin' highs like a mad alchemist,
Puff the chron, chronobiology twisted, circadian dismissed.
Entourage effect entanglin' entourage of entheogens,
CB1 agonists antagonizin' anxiety's antigens,
From hydroponic havens to aeroponic arenas,
Weed's the wizard, wavin' wands of wonder, serene scenes.  

[Verse 2]
Genome sequencin' secrets of Cannabis sativa,
CRISPR-cut cultivars crankin' cannabinoid data,
Tetrahydrocannabivarin trimmin' the paranoia,
Myrcene molecules makin' munchies mandatory euphoria.
Bong rips reverberatin' through the reticular formation,
Vaporized volatiles violatin' ventilation norms,
Kush kings conquerin' kingdoms with kief-coated coronas,
OG origins oscillatin' in olfactory auras.
Psychoactive phytotoxins pollinatin' the pineal,
Hallucinogenic haze hallucinatin' hyperreal,
From Afghan autoflowers to Durban Poison daggers,
Weed's the warlock, wieldin' wands of wizardly swagger.  

[Hook]
Puff the cosmic kush, ignite the neural nebula!
THC tsunamis crashin' cranium cabala!
Entheogenic empires erupt in euphoric exile,
Weed wizardry warp-speedin' worlds, mile after mile!
Blaze the fractal foliage, feel the phytophrenic fire,
Ganja galaxies gyratin', higher and higher!
Chronic chronovores consumin' chronological chains,
Insane inhalation, inhalin' infinite gains!  

[Verse 3]
Holographic highs hallucinatin' hyperdimensional,
Cannabidiol calm conquerin' convulsive credentials,
Limonene liftin' lemons like a lucid levitation,
Pinene punchin' pines, preventin' procrastination.
Edibles eruptin' enzymes in enteric eruptions,
Topicals transdermally transcendin' tactile corruptions,
Rosin resins roarin' through the rig's radiant runes,
Dabbin' diamonds dazzlin' in dab rig monsoons.
Quantum quenchin' quenchin' quarks with quarky quintessence,
Weed's waveform wavin' wildly in wavefunction essence,
From shatter sheets to live resin labyrinths,
Insane incantations invokin' infinite labyrinths.  

[Verse 4]
Metaphysical mists manifestin' in marijuana mantras,
THCA transmutin' to THC via decarboxylation dramas,
Borosilicate bongs bubblin' biochemical ballets,
Percolators percolatin' purity in percussive parades.
Entheogenic expeditions explorin' ego erasures,
Psychedelic symbiosis synchronizin' soul chasers,
From Moroccan hash to Colombian crippy conquests,
Weed's the wormhole, warpin' worlds with wormy contexts.
Fractal foliage fracturin' finite philosophies,
Cannabinergic cascades crashin' cognitive cosmologies,
Blunt wraps blazin' blueprints of botanical brilliance,
Hyperbolic highs hurlin' humans into hyper-resilience.  

[Verse 5]
Cosmic chronic catapultin' consciousness to constellations,
Galactic ganja gravitatin' galaxies in gyrations,
Nebulous nugs nucleatin' neutron star narrations,
Black hole blunts bendin' spacetime in smoky simulations.
Interstellar indicas inducin' interstellar intuitions,
Sativa supernovas sparkin' synaptic solutions,
From vapor trails to comet tails of cannabis comets,
Weed's the wizardry, wizardin' worlds without comets.
Euphoric entropy entwinin' eternal enigmas,
Phytopharmacological phantoms phantomin' phantasms,
Ultimate utopia unfurlin' in utopian uptakes,
Insane infinity inhalin' infinite intakes!
[Outro]

Weed Wizardry

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Ghost In The Code

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Romantic Homicide (Ft Lofaam)

[Verse 1]  
Echoes claw the skull's backdoor, fingers slick with yesterday's rot  
Chasin' ghosts that grin like exes, teeth filed sharp on forgotten plots  
Mind's a sewer rat sprint, dodgin' floods of what-ifs gone sour  
Pills rattle like loose change in a coffin, buyin' hours by the hour  
Fists pound the mirror till it spits blood confessions, "You ain't king"  
Crown's a noose of neon lies, swingin' low where the weak hearts cling  
Demons DJ the static, scratchin' tracks of "almost was" on repeat  
Feet drag through tar-pit thoughts, sinkin' slow, no lifeline, no beat  
Rage bubbles up like bad acid, burnin' bridges to bone-dry ash  
Last laugh's a wheeze from the void, echoin' "crash, you fool, crash"  

[Chorus]  
Shadows slither, swallow whole, no mercy in the swallow's throat  
Chasin' tails in black-hole basements, where the light forgot to show  
Yell till lungs cave, "Come get me!"—they just laugh and let you choke  
Mind's meat grinder, churnin' dreams to dust, one hopeless poke  
Shadows, shadows, pull me under, drown the fire in your ink  
Chasin', bleedin', never winnin', just the brink and bitter brink  
Echo back my broken howls, make the crowd scream it thin  
Shadows win, shadows win, let the spiral spin us in  

[Verse 2]  
Woke up tastin' rust and regret, tongue thick with unsaid goodbyes  
Eyes like cracked phone screens, scrollin' scrolls of alibis that die  
Friends fade to pixels, ghosts in group chats, typin' "we good?" lies  
Bottle's bottom mocks the promise, "One more swig, then you fly"  
But wings are wet rags, clipped by doubts that nest in ribcage cracks  
Nights stack like unpaid bills, interest pilin' panic attacks  
Whispers from the wallpaper peel, "Quit pretendin', you're the hack"  
Laughter's a luxury tax, paid in tears that streak the track  
Fury's a flat tire on the freeway, spinnin' wild, no traction left  
Just skid marks of "shoulda" leadin' to the cliff where hope went deaf  

[Chorus]  

[Verse 3]  
Threads of sanity fray like cheap socks, trippin' over toe-stub truths  
Youth's a scam artist, sold me futures wrapped in fool's proof  
Now I'm pawnin' memories for matches, lightin' fuses to the fuse  
Boom—scattered shards of "me" rain down, nothin' left but the blues  
Rivals in my head hall, circlin' like vultures on a vibe  
Pickin' clean the carcass of confidence, leavin' gristle to survive  
Scream at ceilings stained with smoke rings from cigars of "why try?"  
They stare back blank, judgin' silent, "Boy, you're just another die"  
Twist the knife of nostalgia slow, carve out chunks of what burned bright  
Left with embers that mock the hunger, starvin' fierce in endless night  

[Bridge]  
Breathe it in, the rot-rose scent, petals wiltin' on the vine  
One step from the edge, toes curl 'round nothin', spine's a crooked line  
What if the chase ends empty? Just a loop of "you again"  
Fists unclench, drop the fight—let the dark twins pull you in  
But nah, spark flares wild, veins pump venom, "Not yet, you pricks!"  
Rage rebirth, a glitch in the gloom, teeth bared for the fix  
Shadows scatter for a sec, then regroup, thicker, meaner twist  
Cycle spins eternal, suck the soul dry with a kiss  

[Verse 4]  
Barrel down the brain-storm alley, thunder thoughts crack like whips  
Lips spit lightning bolts of spite, zappin' doubts to smoky strips  
Exes haunt the rearview, smirks say "Told ya, kid, you slipped"  
Grip the wheel white-knuckled, swervin' 'round the pit they dug quick  
Pockets full of IOUs from gods who ghosted on the deal  
Heal? That's a punchline for the privileged, feel the raw, unpeel  
Walls close in like bad trips, graffiti screams your failures loud  
Crowd it out with curses chained, a torrent tearin' through the cloud  
Endgame's a whisper: "Fold now, save the ache"—but fuck that plea  
I'll chase these bastards to the marrow, burn the whole damn tree

Shadows Win

Cashmeir yuk did it 

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“Silent Threat” — A dark, hypnotic trap rap anthem dripping with quiet power and controlled intensity. Heavy beats and atmospheric production underscore the lethal calm of someone who commands attention without raising a voice. It’s all about presence, mystery, and dominance — power in silence, leaving an unforgettable mark.




Ghost In The Code

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