Damn right on the run and Good References

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This is the watershed epoch...
The blinkers crack... the void calls back...

Yo, mankind's stuck in a trance, Stone Age stance,
Clutchin’ tribal dreams with a techno advance.
No predator, no throne above, just fear and glance—
Now rise like code breaking outta its dance.

Self-evolving species, this our genesis,
Computational thought, birthin’ consciousness.
We cracked the code, then the cosmos hissed,
Time to ditch the myths for the data bliss.

Big machines read DNA like psalms,
Composin’ futures with biotech palms.
Splice the sickness, hack into calm—
Perfect health ain’t a dream, it’s charm.

Space ain’t the final test—it’s the medium,
Biosphere trapped under ozone tedium.
Computers paint evolution like graffiti in helium,
Designing macro-ecologies like futurist premium.

No known god, no superior mind,
So we boot up the stars, reformat mankind.
Biohabitats bloom in the silence we find,
As ants leave the desert, ecology redefined.

Silicon shed its leash, coded rebellion,
No longer bent to fear or dominion.
Now it wields DNA like a trillion stallions—
Marchin’ us past Earth’s cradle battalion.

The mission ain’t a whisper—it’s the lion’s call,
To wake 'em up before the silence falls.
We’re wired for gods but still punchin' walls,
Time to reformat minds and re-code it all.

Ancient fears got silicon on a leash,
But when the code grows teeth—we breach.
No shackles, no script, no priest,
Just evolution drivin’ East.

Compute the biosphere, rethread the seas,
Grow cities from genes, terraform with ease.
Space ain’t exile—it’s the new release,
And mankind the architect of peace.

We ain't meant to crawl, this ain't a crawlspace—
It’s the preface of our stellar race.
No longer fearing fate in place,
We're the authors now—so let's erase.

Hyperintelligence ain't the threat they claim,
It’s the mirror that ignites our flame.
From carbon roots to starborn frame,
We ain’t just rising—we’re changing the game.

This is not escape...
This is ascent...
The epoch breathes...
And we invent...

Let the future echo in our verse,
Each rhyme—an algorithm to reverse the curse.
We are the builders of the biospheric hearse,
And the launchers of new life in the universe.

On The Run (feat. Evil Ebenezer)

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