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Fuck Big Brother

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They made my name an encrypted link (shhh)
Whole damn record erased in a blink. (uhhh)

Born in a report, marked classified,
Raised in shadows, lies on lies supplied.
Thick strokes slashed through faded fam pics,
Bio blurred by their paper tricks. (whew)

Cameras glare on the subway wall,
Secrets slip past, they catch it all. (hah)
Dreams on audit in a system check,
Even my silence is under arrest. (facts)

Paper flame slow, dark corners turned, (oooh)
Script don’t match the things I learned.
Ashes remind me of bridges burned.

This my redacted life, (yeah)
Words carved on the edge of a knife. (check it)
Psyop goons rewrite who I am,
Suited up ghosts whisper, “run the plan.” (gone)

Trust cut cold, wires got crossed,
Voices tapped, the contact lost. (yo)
Scheme changed up when the pieces moved,
Allies disappeared as the glitch was proved.

Data on drives in a server stack, (ahh)
Soul re-ciphered by a handler’s hack.
Every frame scanned and the pattern mined,
Every step logged like it ain’t mine. (real talk)

Neon buzz, sirens wail, (whoo)
Signals don’t map the hidden trail.
Codes collapse where the circuits fail. (can’t erase me)

This my redacted life, (uh-huh)
Window glow on a sleepless night. (mmm)
Door half-open, but the lock don’t hold,
Watchers in the alley breathin’ mold. (shhh)

Seal branded with my tag in red, (ahhh)
Signed off fast while the stamp still bled.
Grave dug early in a blackout town,
Feed fades out and the veil comes down. (yo)

Flip that folder, each page is blank,
History drowned in a memory tank. (ooo)
If I ain’t lived, then who gon’ ride?
Case in the network — gone viral worldwide.

This my redacted life, (say what)
Keyboard clack in the quiet light.
Dossier passed by a crooked hand,
Spooks at the station workin’ the scam. (woo)

Delete my face, the bars gon’ hit.
Censor don’t work — I still transmit. (yeah!)

Redacted Life

It wasn’t the code, it was the grip — Greedy hands, white teeth, power trip. Systems don’t fail — people twist the key, Paint the cage gold, call it “liberty.” We’ve seen the saints turn silent and grey, Watched truth get sold in a sponsored way. Billboards bloom where forests died, And loyalty’s a mask that billionaires buy. But even in cities drowned in noise, The broken still hum, the lost find voice. We thread our rage into rhythm and tact — The beat don’t lie — we run it back. No gods behind the algorithm, Just cowards in suits, callin’ that “wisdom.” But we ain’t tech — we bleed, react, We remix fate — we run it back. Run it back — where the truth got cut, Where the deals were made and the doors slammed shut. No kings, no flag, no planned attack — Just eyes wide open — we run it back. Run it back — through fire, through flood, Through every name that signed in blood. No reset switch, no clean contract — We carry the weight — and run it back. They carved their names in digital stone, But power don’t last in a voice alone. We speak in breakbeats, rage, and soul, Hearts sync to drums they can’t control. No prophets here, just ghosts and light, Marchin’ through fog with bass as sight. If the truth gets buried under the plaque, We dig it up — and run it back. You can’t trademark the fire in skin, Or map the path real change begins. We’re not the glitch — we’re the hack, Not out for revenge — we run it back. So light it up — for the unheard track, For every voice they tried to redact. We’re not done. We’re just intact. With love and rage — we run it back.

Run It Back (IV)

The Meme Police, they live inside your feed
They ghost your tweets, then call it "liberty"
The Meme Police, they got your browser tagged
They watch your memes, and say your wit's a flag
They bustin' dreams for hashtags

Yo, they tapped my line in '99, I wasn't even lit yet
Just a kid on LimeWire, downloadin' presets
Now they read my DMs, deep in my biz
Flaggin' all my jokes like I'm Julian Assange's twin
COINTELPRO flow, they still on that shit

Tappin' black poets and professors who resist
Ask MLK - he got death threats and dirt
They tried to break his soul before they put him in the dirt
Fred Hampton napped, got clapped in his bed
By alphabet goons, now who's the real threat?

(They say they keep us free…)
But truth is treason in this empire of deceit
They silence the bold, the wise, the freaks
Like Snowden speakin' facts - now he exile'd overseas
Or Nina Simone - watched just for singin' peace
The Meme Police, they lurk in every scroll
They datamine your soul like they own control

The Meme Police, with AI in their van
They broke my VPN and banned my OnlyFans
Yeah, they clap back with no hands

I spit rhymes encrypted, Matrix in my mind
But they see through that - yo, Google snitchin' this time
CIA on TikTok, tryna flip your vibe
Start a revolution, next thing: demonetized
They fear ideas that breathe and move

They tried to cancel Malcolm with the hidden goons
And artists too - Basquiat felt the heat
They smear your name clean off the gallery sheets
Ask Assata, she fled with the quickness
Now they label her a threat - but who's the sickness?

They call it law and order…
But it's really just a trap
A carceral clickbait that maps your every clap
They scare the thinkers, the rebels, the geeks
And call it "justice" when they silence your speech

The Meme Police, they trail your every like
They glitch your voice then gaslight you with mic
The Meme Police, they don't believe in art
They trace your bars like fingerprints on hearts
They call subversion dark -

You see, they came for the radicals…
The ones who knew too much
Sank the poets with dossiers,
Banned books and such.

But a meme ain't just a joke, it's a cipher, a mirror - 
So they fear it like a ghost when the picture gets clearer.
The Meme Police, they live inside your phone
They scrub your mind like they scrubbin' chrome

The Meme Police, they think they own the net
But truth lives on in the memes they ain't erased yet
We post back with no regret

They watchin' your tags…
They trackin' your slang…
But we still spit flame…
Still spit flame…
Still spit - flame…

Meme Police (VII)

Meme Police: Ground Zero

You said… don’t fall in love, just fall in line.
Don’t catch feelings, just catch a ride.
So here we are… 2AM and still burning out.

Concrete slick, rain on the strip
Dark alleys smell like secrets and spit
You move like a dare, got me locked in the frame
Cheap liquor, heavy breath, I don’t even know your name
Ahhhhhhh
Oooooooo

Sweat on my shirt, blood in my veins
We’re living like wolves with nothing to tame
City don’t sleep, it just chews us alive
Ehhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

Sneakers scuff cracked pavement slow
Your laugh is trouble I already know
Fingers on my throat, pulling me close
A dangerous spark where the blackout goes
Ahhhhhhh, ehhhhhh

Sweat on my shirt, blood in my veins
We’re living like wolves with nothing to tame
City don’t sleep, it just chews us alive
Ehhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

It’s not love. It’s revival.
It’s not forever. It’s just tonight.

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

Kiss Me Dirty (III)

They said I’d fade, they said I’d fall,
But I still rise above it all.
Every wall they built, I turned to dust,
Every doubt they spoke just fueled my trust.

No silence can drown my call,
No weight can make me small.
I’m stronger than what they know—
And I won’t let go.

Against it all, I’m alive
Against it all, I survive
No fear, no fall—
I’m standing tall…
Against it all!

Ohhh-ohhh… against it all
Ahhhh-ahhhh… against it all

The storm hit hard, tried to take my core,
But it only made me want more.
Every step I take is on my terms,
No return, I let it all burn.

No silence can drown my call,
No weight can make me small.
I’m stronger than what they know—
And I won’t let go.

Against it all, I’m alive
Against it all, I survive
No fear, no fall—
I’m standing tall…
Against it all!

Ohhh-ohhh… against it all!
Ahhhh-ahhhh… against it all!


Against It All (VII)

Breathe With Me (III)

"Attention. Attention. The system has been compromised.”
“Unauthorized entity detected. Protocol Psyops Omega initiated.”
“Wait… No… It’s him. He’s rewriting the code. ABORT. ABORT.”

I see through the smoke, I invented the mirrors,
Y’all just interns, I’m the puppeteer of fears.
Built the whole script, every plot, every switch,
Y’all play checkers, I’m pullin’ moves out the glitch.

Brainwave hijack, spin ’em like vinyl,
Got ’em on strings, marionette with the spinal.
Whispers in the static, codes in the chatter,
I plant the thought before they know that it matters.

I am Psyops, you can’t Psyop Psyops,
Try to flip my mind? Boy, that’s a Cyclops.
One-eyed vision, see the scheme in the mist,
You just a rookie, I been runnin’ this grift!

Y’all just employees, I own the regime,
I spike the fluoride while I lace up the scheme.
I wrote the handbook, I trained all your bosses,
You just a mark, gettin’ lost in the process.

Lil’ fed boy tryna run my playbook,
I flip the script, turn a fed to a Facebook.
Track ya through signals, ping ya through proxies,
A.I. to the Black Ops, all of ’em watch me.

Algorithm assassin, I engineer madness,
You work for the system? I coded that atlas.
MK-Ultra? Man, I ran that in practice,
Turned a think tank into my personal mattress.

I am Psyops, you can’t Psyop Psyops,
Try to flip my mind? Boy, that’s a Cyclops.
One-eyed vision, see the scheme in the mist,
You just a rookie, I been runnin’ this grift!

Mind in a cage? Nah, mine is the warden,
Turn your deep state to a cheap state organ.
Worm in the wire, ghost in the code,
You just a clone of a clone of a mole.

Deep state dreamin’, but I cut all the strings,
I pull up on DARPA like “Hand me the king.”
Y’all built the web, but I cracked all the nodes,
Every backdoor got a bug in the code.

I deepfake the deepfake, re-route the database,
Now your whole system’s a glitch in the interface.
MI6, FSB, Mossad? That’s lunch,
Had ’em all leak they own docs on a hunch.

Drones in the sky, got the kill switch ready,
But I own the firmware, crash ’em like a Chevy.
NSA servers? Yeah, I walked through the firewall,
Took every file and I burned down the whole hall.

Psyop the psyop, now they chase phantoms,
Turned their whole grid to a zero-trust ransom.
Spook in the room? Nah, spook is a circus,
Encrypted my essence, I live in the circuits.

I am Psyops, you can’t Psyop Psyops,
Try to flip my mind? Boy, that’s a Cyclops.
One-eyed vision, see the scheme in the mist,
You just a rookie, I been runnin’ this grift!

You thought this was Earth? Nah, this is my fiction,
I sketched the equations, I built the encryption.
Simulated minds? I wrote the existence,
I load up the scripts, you just follow the instance.

Time don’t tick ’til I program the motion.

Psyops

Yo, I’m the glitch in the matrix, the code they can’t crack,
A mind so dangerous, they put spies on my back.
AI in my toolkit, prompts sharper than blades,
I paint futures with words, watch reality cascade.

They track my keystrokes like I’m launchin’ a war,
Every algorithm scared of what I got in store.
Satellite eyes watch my midnight moves,
I’m a one-man threat — got the high-value blues!

I got the high-value target blues, no escape, no truce,
They surveil every click, every vibe I produce.
’Cause my prompts hit different, rewrite the world’s news,
Yeah, I’m dangerous with words, breakin’ all they taboos!

Digital ghosts tryna hack my domain,
Intercept my thoughts, tap into my brain.
They scramble my signals, try to cut off my fuse,
Still I drop knowledge bombs they can’t defuse.

Rollin’ solo with AI as my crew,
Spit code like poetry, concepts breakthrough.
Government suits in black SUVs,
But I ghost through their grids with lyrical ease.

I got the high-value target blues, no escape, no truce,
They surveil every click, every vibe I produce.
’Cause my prompts hit different, rewrite the world’s news,
Yeah, I’m dangerous with words, breakin’ all they taboos!

They shadow my footsteps, bug every space,
Try to rewrite my story, but can’t keep pace.
From the dark web alleys to encrypted views,
I’m untouchable — still spreadin’ my muse!

They fear the power of a mind unleashed,
Ideas so raw, they disturb the elite.
I could flip the firmware of society’s core,
Unlock doors to the future they can’t ignore.

But I just keep spittin’ these bars, stay true,
Elevatin’ minds with a radical view.
Yeah, they can watch me, but they can’t abuse —
I’m immortal in rhyme, wearin’ high-value shoes!

I got the high-value target blues, no escape, no truce,
They surveil every click, every vibe I produce.
’Cause my prompts hit different, rewrite the world’s news,
Yeah, I’m dangerous with words, breakin’ all they taboos!

So when they tap my line, hear this clear and loud,
I’m the ghost in the shell, breakin’ out the crowd.
No algorithm cages what I infuse,
I’ll rewrite the world — I got nothin’ to lose!

Run It Back (IV)

Myk Eff and Midnight Radio Collective