Se7en

Wrath

Crime Scenes

25th Hour

Directors Cut

Based on a True Story

Block Work

Good Ol Days (feat. Billie Essco)

Directors Cut 4

Manchurian Candidate

Blender Talk

Weigh A Ton

Written by Ransom
Produced by Nicholas Craven
Mixed & Mastered by Roberto Viglione
Artwork by Stack Moolah

Nicholas Craven & Ransom - Deliver Us From Evil Remix

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Yo, we thought it ended, we thought it broke, Yet consciousness moves—it never chokes. Not just the grave, not just the night, It steps beyond—into light.

We ain't fading, we ain't gone, We rise again—we move on.

Yo, they told us time runs dry, Yet galaxies shift—stars don’t die. Matter folds, atoms bend, But thought expands—it won’t end.

Flesh may fade, bones may break, Yet memory hums—it stays awake. The mind don’t stop, it finds the streams, It weaves the flow—it builds the dreams.

Yo, death ain't real, it’s just a turn, The fire dims—but still it burns. Energy moves, thought takes flight, We cross the gate—embrace the light.

We don’t fade, we don’t fall, We rise beyond—we hear the call. Not just flesh, not just sound, Consciousness moves—it’s never bound.

Yo, imagine this—next breath past time, A universe born—a rhythm climbs. No weight remains, no chains survive, Just the pulse—conscious, alive.

It ain’t decay, it ain’t defeat, It’s just the step—the minds repeat. One life lived, yet many fold, Infinity waits—untold.

Yo, rebirth moves, the path resets, Yet we return—never forget. No true loss, no final stone, Just new forms—we walk alone.

Yo, we walk the edge, we see the sight, Yet past the gate—still burns the light. Not the end, not erased, But evolution—replaced.

The vision grows, the echoes sound, Yet no one stops—we ain’t bound. Step beyond, take the breath, Wake again—life past death.

We don’t fade, we don’t fall, We rise beyond—we hear the call. Not just flesh, not just sound, Consciousness moves—it’s never bound.

Yo, what fades is just a phase, Yet the story always stays. New forms rise, new minds breathe, Yet the same pulse—beneath the seas.

We don't vanish, we don't cease, We step ahead—we find peace. Call it life, call it gone, Yet it circles—it moves on.

Consciousness ain’t just dust in wind, It’s the cycle—it starts again.



The Rebirth of Consciousness

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