Cognitive Dissonance tells the story of a world and a mind, slowly losing its rhythm, then fighting to remember it. It begins in the glow of human connection and ends on the quiet edge of awakening. Across seven tracks, the album navigates themes of memory, division, politics, digital decay, protest, grief, and ultimately, reflection, tracing the emotional collapse of modern society and the fragile hope that still beats underneath.

The first half feels like nostalgia dissolving. Back When Corners Had Names recalls the days when people knew their neighbours; Paper Fences shows how fear and prejudice built invisible walls; Ballots & Billboards exposes how politics turned into theatre; and Scroll Wars drops the listener into the endless noise of the internet age, where identity and truth are traded for dopamine hits.

From there, the tone shifts. Pavement Lines drags the story back to the streets, to real people rediscovering purpose through protest and presence. Quiet Sirens slows the pulse, showing the emotional aftermath, a late-night hymn for those who keep going even when they’re exhausted. The final track, The Edge We’re On (to come), will complete the arc: standing on the brink of collapse, choosing unity, courage, and human warmth over fear.

Together, these songs form a social and spiritual timeline, a map of the modern psyche caught between screens and streets, apathy and action, silence and sound. Cognitive Dissonance isn’t just a critique; it’s a mirror. It reminds us that beneath the chaos, every person still has a rhythm worth returning to, the heartbeat of truth, love, and living presence in an overstimulated world.

Cognitive Dissonance

Nevermind

Same Path, Same Curse is a lyrical warning carved in stone and soul.
This rap confronts the generational cycle of pride, violence, and blindness — the loop we walk when we refuse to learn from the past. It's a call to break the curse, to stop walking roads paved by the downfall of our ancestors and start seeking the golden crown instead of falling with the iron and clay feet.

Old wounds in new shoes still bleed.
But the ones with vision… rewrite the map.

Same Path, Same Curse

A slick, soul-soaked spin on the iconic classic.
Billie Jean (Step Lightly turns the moonwalk into a metaphor for deception—how some love moves like truth but disappears on impact. This version brings funky house rhythm to a cautionary tale of glitz, charm, and ghosts in heels. Smooth, sharp, unforgettable.

Billie Jean (Step Lightly)

Straight from Daniel 4, this is the tale of a king who fell from glory into madness — not for punishment, but for purification. It’s a warning to every throne and system that forgets the Most High. Pride builds empires. But humility builds truth.

Daniel 4, The Madness of Kings

Time Is Money

The 10 Soul Commandments are in a slow, smooth, spiritual mix and soulfully precise. Each commandment flips worldly thinking into divine truth.
Not from a pulpit — from the heart. This track teaches you how to walk true in a world of lies, without losing your essence.

10 Soul Commandments-Slow Jam Mix

[Intro]
Yeah, Lone Star on my chest, but the globe keeps the lights on—ride with me.

[Verse 1]
Boots hit the floor, coffee steam—Guatemala in the cup, Texas dreams. Zipper says YKK from Osaka steel, railmen in Gujarat load up the deal. Toast = Kansas wheat, Bahrain salt, freight so strong my F-250 hauls. Cobalt for my phone from Congo mines, lithium pulled where the Andes shine. Patriot stance but I tip my brim to the labor overseas that keeps life primed; every tick on the clock got a passport stamp, global hustle pumps my Fort Worth amp.

[Hook]
Every mile a gift—hands across the map, liberty we lift—can’t nobody cap that; docks to the crops to the code in the cloud, salute your grind, lone and loud.

[Verse 2]
Noon heat, H-Town streets, groceries chilled by a reefer fleet; Jersey barcode ballet beeps, Provence lavender scents my sheets. Rotterdam clerks trace nautical lines, Santos stevedores stack iron spines; I pledge allegiance to the grind and the flag, because freedom rides on the shoulders of the working class.

[Bridge – call & response]
Halifax lobster crews
WE SEE YA, THANKS!
Dhaka denim blues
WE SEE YA, THANKS!
Night-shift code over Dublin skies, fruit-stand poets where Oaxaca lies. Pantry passport shows your names; Lone Star love in global frames.

[Final Hook]
Every mile a gift—Texas keep it lit, may our porch-light beam repay a bit—worldwide hustle, red-white-blue, gratitude screwed and chopped right through.

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This song is born from the regret I carry for not being there when my mother died. I wasn’t strong enough to face it, and that truth still tears at me. It feels like the man I was then wasn’t truly me—just a shell watching life from the side lines. I wrote this to give voice to the pain, to honour the love I never fully showed, and to capture that memory before it fades into dust. This is my way of saying what I couldn’t back then.

My Regret - That Wasn’t Me

I love my fathers people and nation, and i hope one day the true image of the 4th beast be revealed as the image of God the red and ruddy people of Israel Babylon

Track 9 - Africa Reborn

This set was recorded live at Lyssbachmärit 2025 in Lyss (switzerland), where I had the pleasure to play for the Solidarity Agency.

Three hours of Peak Time Techno - energetic, driving, and straightforward, blending current tracks with some of my personal favorites.

A big thank you to everyone who joined and created such an amazing atmosphere.
Here’s the full recording to relive the moment.

#Techno #PeakTimeTechno #LiveSet #SolidarityAgency #Lyssbachmärit #Kadric

KADRIC @ Lyssbachmärit 2025 for Solidarity Agency

Track 1 – Back When Corners Had Names 

This opening track sets the emotional tone for Cognitive Dissonance. It’s the memory before the madness, a love letter to community, to the rhythm of real connection before screens replaced faces. Over a bright two-step garage groove, the rappers recall when you could read a neighbourhood by sound: basslines from hatchbacks, kids calling across estates, laughter echoing between tower blocks. The verses move like memories on rewind, nostalgic but alive, not sentimental.

The ad-libs and crowd chants make it feel communal, like a freestyle circle outside the youth club, everybody joining in, no hierarchy, no filters. It’s a world of handshakes, park lights, and cheap trainers that still meant status, where music stitched people together across lines that later turned into divides.

As the beat fades, the message lands quietly: those corners never really vanished; they’re waiting to be named again, by anyone willing to step back into real time, off the scroll, and back into the rhythm of being human.

Back When Corners Had Names

Paper Fences zooms in from the nostalgic glow of Track 1 to the quiet frictions that separate people today, skin, postcode, accent, class. The lyrics walk through corner-shops and council blocks where small acts of prejudice become invisible walls. Yet every bar insists on rhythm as resistance: the dance floor becomes neutral ground where divisions melt.

The two-step beat shuffles between tension and release, mirroring life in the estates, tight spaces, quick moves, heavy hearts. Ad-libs echo like chants at a protest turned block party, reminding listeners that unity doesn’t need permission. By the end, those “paper fences” crumble into ash, replaced by the shared pulse of bass, breath, and belonging.

Paper Fences

Ballots & Billboards flips the protest into nightlife. The vocals are like a truth-dealer, exposing photo-op politics and broadcast manipulation over a dark, rolling garage groove. Every bar punches against the glossy illusion of democracy-as-marketing. The shuffling rhythm keeps it danceable, but the message cuts deep: behind every billboard is a landlord, behind every ballot a buyer.

The hook feels like a crowd chant from a warehouse packed with sceptics, hands up not in worship, but in warning. By the end, the music and message merge: real power isn’t in the posters; it’s in people stepping off the pavement and back into each other’s lives.

Ballots & Billboards

Scroll Wars captures the descent into the digital fog, the point in the story where humanity stops talking and starts reacting. It’s the middle of the album’s fall: the warmth of real connection from Back When Corners Had Names has been replaced by scrolling thumbs, empty comment threads, and curated rage. The lyrics play out like a psychological battleground, where attention has become the new currency and truth the casualty.

The world here doesn’t collapse with bombs or riots, it collapses through apathy, addiction, and noise. Every swipe feels like a punch, every like a small sedative. The “wars” aren’t fought for land or belief anymore but for validation, the illusion of being seen. People mistake motion for meaning, mistaking connection for control.

By the end, the voice of the track realises what’s been lost: we traded real presence for endless feeds. Yet buried under the loops and repetition is a spark of hope, the moment someone finally looks up from their screen and remembers the rhythm of their own heartbeat. That’s the quiet rebellion the album begins to move toward next.

Scroll Wars

Pavement Lines is the moment in Cognitive Dissonance where resistance turns into unity. After the chaos of Scroll Wars, this track steps back into the physical world, the streets, the cold air, the sound of real feet moving together. It’s not about rebellion for spectacle; it’s about reclaiming presence, purpose, and community in a world that’s been trained to look down instead of around.

The lyrics walk through a protest scene but focus on the humanity behind it: the tired hands holding banners, the strangers sharing warmth, the ordinary people becoming extraordinary just by showing up. The pavement itself becomes sacred ground, a record of every person who refused to stay silent.

In the story’s arc, this track represents awakening through empathy. The crowd’s march isn’t just political; it’s spiritual, a pulse returning to the city’s veins. By the end, the message is simple and grounded: real change doesn’t come from systems or slogans, it comes from people walking side by side, step by step, until the cracks in the world start to heal.

Pavement Lines

Welcome to G-01 Productions — where rhythm meets reflection and lyrics carry light.

I create original songs and rap poetry about real life, spiritual truth, inner battles, and the divine spark we all carry. My beats are made using AI-generated production, which saves money and lets me create at a much faster pace — no waiting on a producer, just pure, raw expression.

This channel is about more than music — it’s a journey. A way to turn pain into poetry, wisdom into wordplay, and chaos into clarity. From UK drill to soulful R&B, I use sound to tell stories that wake the soul, call out the system, and celebrate the unseen.

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🧠 Themes: Awakening, Zion, Elohim, Truth vs. Illusion
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Ballots & Billboards

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