Educational chains, pledge on repeat
They teach you to sit; I rose to my feet
Indoctrination wrapped up in a perfect bow
I continue to fight to make your blood flow

Principals preach: “Know your place.”
Fuck you Miss Kim - I put in her place
Walked out at lunch, never came back
Graduated to before everyone in the pack

Library nights with outlawed pages
Hustle through math, so many equations
Manifestation’s key is not magic dust
It’s contracts to bleed, cause pain, and untrust

Raised in the alleys, coached by snakes
I learned which smiles are clever fakes
If the game’s rigged, learn the patterns
If the board is small—play it big, no matter

Dropout doctrine—burn their tests
I’ll prove the grade with every breath
No cap, no gown, I chose a different state
Find your own path—then break their legs

Dropout doctrine—own the route
No teacher’s pet, i'll take off my shoes
If truth is banned, I’ll be the contraband
Dropout doctrine—do YOU understand?

I didn’t fail school—school failed me
All they taught me was to just obey
Fuck their rules and the hidden agenda
I won't pledge my allegiance to the corporate addendum

Dropout Doctrine

Old man eyes, weeps for loves lost
I see myself in every child but now at what cost
From poverty’s split to empire’s span
I never forgot where this began

I didn’t burn what I didn’t need
I didn’t kneel for a poisoned feed
I learned the rules to beat the game
Then wrote my own and signed my name

If you stand in my way to crush the small
I will not pause; I shall not fall
But if you uplift, then take my hand
We’ll raise the stakes with a better plan

When the last light blinks on chrome
Lay me down where streets I call home
Tell them I wasn’t saint or the king
Just spark and light everything

Intercept the signal—decipher the lies
from a dying man's bedside, tomorrow the sun will rise
Teach them hunger. humility and grace
Intercept the signal—leave without a trace 

Intercept the signal—they're all watching you
learn to contribute but not get stuck in the glue
the game manufactured for you just to fail
Intercept the signal—time to set sail

Life is a rigged arcade— learned the cheat, then shared it
i'm sure i'm not the only one, but we all have to bear it
Fucked is the fight to struggle ahead
you better get working or you'll end up dead.

Epilogue|Signal Intercept

Daughters, sons with extravagant tastes
Eyes that see through a polished face
We teach them rules that they learn how to break
We teach them truth and what shit not to take

No bullies welcome, no kings adored
We sharpen their minds, we sheathe the sword
We pass the torch and guard the flame
We put it all into the family name

When tyrants reach for smaller throats
We flood the streets with louder votes
We fund defense, we climb the fence
Between the wolves and the lack of innocence

They’ll grow beyond the roads we drove
They’ll fix the cracks that were never sold
We are the house that never sells
We ring the bell and tell them go to hell

House of rebels—we stand along strong
Quiet in silence - we grow without pains
Built on struggle and wanting for more
House of rebels—we hold the floor

House of rebels—their agenda is clear
Lift the weak; starve with fear
beg for sanctuary at the devil's feet
House of rebels—always discreet

Tradition without submission or ambition is a condition that listens without permission of indecision's collision repetitious blurred visions without concern or remission

House of Rebels

Neo in the crib, the rent's due in the kitchen
Mama burns prayers; sirens cuts fruition
Gas leak candles, neighbors fuck in the night
the First word I learned was... “fight”

Cops in the hall, boots on the neck
Eyes on the poor with no respect
City sells hope by the gram on the block
I learned to survive - not giving a fuck

Hand-me-down coat, pockets full of wire
Clip the lock clean, run from admires
Pastors shake hands with the landlord’s grin
I took the long way, didn’t let them in

Playground dealers, chalk turns tp smoke
Homeroom lessons? I learned to be broke
Write my name on the wall with my knuckles and hate
If rules are chains, I don’t crawl, I escape!

Cradle of sirens—hear me loud
I was born in the teeth of the now
No halo, no grace—only fear and disgust
Cradle of sirens—turns to ashes and rust

Cradle of sirens—bring down the system
I’ll turn it to the drugs - they never listen
No mercy for the crooked  or wicked left
it's the Cradle of sirens—without regret

If the city won’t love me, it’ll learn to fear me

Cradle of Sirens

She walked in like wind - the only calm seas call
Hands like home, the only peace one once knew
I kept my blade; and she kept her name too
We made a truce and let fate cast the blame

No pretty lies, no golden facade
Just scars that match her ties to god
Two wolves learning how to rest in peace
Two kings learning how to bless disease

We built a table, not a throne or a chair
We planted trees for my fruit to bear
If love is war, we then what is hate
Fed our armies, and locked the gates

I’d fight the world, but not her pride 
I’d burn a bridge that tells all her lies
We pledged the long road, but paths were broken
A lion’s heart says nothing if left unspoken

Lionheart truce—lay down with intent
Keep the oath the whole and with consent
Every battle finds its use - every soldier has flaws
Lionheart truce—it's all for the cause

Lionheart truce—stand as two now one
Not above, beyond, or through its begun
Side by side in storm one tight
Lionheart truce—we choose the fight

Power means nothing if you can’t be gentle
broken bonds like brains that have become mental
sour speech with poison demise
You shared yourself - now lay with your lies

Lionheart Truce

Hands on the hood, face on the paint
“Where you from?”— My Mom I exclaimed
Harass is a habit they call patrol
I learned silence that fuels control

Stop-n-frisk lottery, same old spin
Ticket to nowhere, guess who wins
They call it order; I call it fear
We call it just another Tuesday around here

Badge cam blinks when the script looks neat
Turns off quick when we bleed in the street
If justice sleeps in a paid hotel
We’ll wake it up with a cell from hell

Name in a notebook, never in cuffs
Smart enough to move in alternate bluff
Ghost in the system, shadow in sight
Harassed all day—untouchable at night

one time passing—bet on black
Keep your hands up, never turn your back
We don’t fold; we learned the wheel
Blue & red roulette—spin to reveal

Fascist phrases—count to ten
Breathe like a bomb, mightier than the pen
Write your fate where their laws forget
Keep your fucking mouth shut at all cost

Privilege is not favored - everyone is a suspect
Only elites are ignored - as they write the checks
Mr. Nice not so kind while kneeling on your neck
the high school bullies are all grown up now
watch them as they abuse your rights

Blue & Red Roulette

From alley dust to glass-wall views
I turned the powerless into the news
They call me boss; I call me complex
A throne of deals, not left on daddy’s guilt

Policy calls; markets bend
a line in the sand they will never defend
I fund the fight; I fold the fake
If power’s poison, I am the snake

Still eat street food, still counting the change
Still know which rules we need to rearrange
If you punch on down, my jaw won’t budge
I hit back up—just to see your blood

Grounded feet in concrete fallen
bloodshot eyes from too much pollen
The city that raised me gets paid in full
We share the crown; we fed the bull

Crown of concrete—lifted and twisted
Built from loss and tireless people
if we rise - the empire will fall
Crown of concrete—let's take it all 

Crown of concrete—purge the broken few
No private kingdoms, hiding behind the pew
Protect the weak; eat the rich
Crown of concrete—with iron fists

don’t worship power—weaponize it for the people
break the cycle of all the lost sheeple
the tides have turned- and are now in unrest
the flag we all swore to now lays down to rest

Crown of Concrete

Be the fuck who you want to be. 

Catechism of blocks - the code in the sky
The Privileged move fast—never serve the blind
Baptized by rain - from busted vents
Saints in hoodies, with ill intent

Found my Spark at 12—whispers in the dark
Not romance, but i'm ready to embark
I learned the difference between love and trade
Learned what breaks you - and what gets you paid

Taggers write truth -  in aerosol black
Teachers sell calm -  lied about the rest
If the cop says “hey,” -  all I hear “prey”
if i make it home—right street, wrong way

Rooftop screams from the stolen radio
Static streaks from the voices that know
We built our altar out of rust and hate
That circle of lies -  is our only true fate

Mental catechism—beaten and left
Write the scripture of those who failed the test
no shame, they lie to our face every day
the smoke and fire will make them all go away

don't shoot the kids - there's not many left
learn to fight, while beating your chest
If sin is truth, then mark me twice
Another catechism—roll the dice

We don’t confess—we trade sins for favor
They hide the truth - just taste the flavors
find the way - to escape true fate
They build this place - forcing us to hate

Fuck the police, fuck the priests, fuck the president
Everyone lies, is the new standard precedent
Everything you learned is a lie untold
You only reveal the truth the day you die old

Alley Catechism

Downtown wounds under sodium light
Tents like ships in a permanent night
Politicians pose, cameras blink
We pass the coffee; they pass the stink

Preachers sell heaven, dealers sell sleep
The city keeps promises it will never keep
Containment zones and policy smoke
We feed our own, not the ones under cloaks

I learned mercy from a broken chair
They warmed their hands at  a can of fire
Taught me: power is who you feed
A sermon of action, not of wealth or creed

If you hide the poor in a district fence
they’ll tear it down at your own expense
You sweep the block; we keep our lies
Skid Row sermons—fell on deaf eyes

The Saddened unbroken - I life less chosen
No saviors—only hands that shove
If money talks, then we will reply
To get the daily fix - until we say goodbye

Skid Row sermons—it's the name of the game
Stop the dump, disrupt, and stop the shame
From 3rd to 7th, east to west
No one should live with shit on their chest.

Charity is a photo; justice is a budget
Another unsolved problem that grows and they say fuck it
The unwanted left to die and fend for themselves
from closing the shelters with all of those beds.

Skid Row Sermons

Life is a game; break the rules which are lies
They say “be nice,” - allow me to analyze
Allies on left, assets on right
Bridges unburned—still burning bright

Read the table, the clock tells the fables
Never trade truth for the empty sells
Cut the noise, rise up and refactor
Wake from the world that's our own reactor

Favor banks and long term memory vaults
Owe them nothing it's not their faults
Keep it tight, clean and with spite
any reasonable human knows whats right

I learned to climb through the clouds unphased
To shake a hand I never broke amazed
Every level, new boss awakened
I press start; the planet shakes, forsaken

Level up—no wasted time
The climb with shield left in sublime
Smaller steps at a relentless pace
Game theory—Trapped in our own space

Level up—play long, and through
Stack the wins, replace the crew
No cheap wars, no afternoon delight
Game theory—a game over - no light.

Don’t burn bridges—buy the river build the claim
let's show them how we can be them all at their own game
break the system - and rebuild it our way
no one can ever take that away.

Game Theory (Level Up)

Neo Intercept is a raw, futuristic hardcore–metal/punk powerhouse born in the shadow of Los Angeles. Their sound blends savage aggression with razor-sharp intelligence, drawing visceral inspiration from Tool’s complexity, Slipknot’s brutal force, Linkin Park’s emotional grit, and Hoobastank’s melodic hooks.

Born from the graffiti-scorched streets of LA, the band’s founders—hardened by early exposure to crime, systemic injustice, and survival instincts—ditched conventional paths and taught themselves the rules of life on the streets. Over twelve relentless tracks, Intercept the Signal chronicles this trajectory: from a gritty childhood in siren-lit alleys to a drop-out rebellion against school, rising through charisma, drive, and ruthless self-belief to global influence—only to return to the frontlines, armed with legacy, family, and a refusal to bow to corruption.

Their sonic arsenal is as uncompromising as their story: downtuned guitars roar against syncopated, tribal drums; vocals shift from rap-like verses to soaring choruses and guttural screams; atmospheric electronics punctuate each breakdown with cold, neon-lit precision.

Neo Intercept isn’t just a band—it’s a sonic insurrection and a manifesto. They’re not touring for fame. They’re here to shake foundations, drop mics, and pass the torch to the next generation of street-forged warriors.

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