Beneath a cathedral of cypress, their arms stretched to heaven like holy specters, the air hung thick with swamp song—a chorus of unseen frogs and cicadas harmonizing with the pulse of the universe. We slid through the ink-black currents, Peace River's whispers folding over us, swallowing laughter and half-lucid whispers of what was real.

The acid hit like a lightning strike to the soul, neon spirals unfurling in the pitch of our minds. The trees bent and stretched like giants yawning in the humid haze, their reflections rippling across the water, or was it the water rippling across us? We were lost and found in the same breath, our bodies weightless as fireflies weaving cosmic orbits around each other.

The night tore itself open, and a thousand stars spilled out, each one burning brighter than the last, like the eyes of ancient gods watching our reckless, spinning dance. We saw faces in the moonlight, not our faces but the faces of every story ever told—the swamp’s story, the river’s story, the story of us floating in the veins of the earth.

And then came the colors, wild and feral, splashing like molten rain across the sky, a kaleidoscope carnival spinning faster and faster until it felt like we might lift off the ground and spiral into the heavens themselves. The swamp sang louder, voices rising from the murky depths, voices we swore were speaking directly to us, telling us the secrets of creation in languages we couldn’t name but somehow understood.

The night bled on, timeless, eternal, a blur of green and gold and shadow. We were alive in a way that defied words, alive in the marrow of the world, in the madness of the acid river dream, in the beating heart of Peace River’s endless embrace.

And when the first light crept over the horizon, soft and hesitant, the swamp fell silent, holding its breath as though the dawn might break the spell. We lay in the grass, hearts pounding like the drums of creation, eyes wide and empty and full all at once. Peace River whispered its goodbye, pulling us back to shore, back to the world we’d left behind, but we knew we’d never come back the same.

Peace River

"Test Subject 1.0" drops listeners into a post-human wasteland where silence reigns after a plague wipes out humanity in just 19 weeks. From the ruins emerges Stem Cell, a brilliant, jazz-minded robot scientist, and Ratnose, a kaleidoscope-eyed rat philosopher-king. Together, they navigate a world ruled by machines and vermin, blending dark humor, sci-fi surrealism, and apocalyptic poetry into a vivid, cinematic soundscape.

Stemcell & Ratnose Anthem

This track is pure mutant hip hop energy—a sonic jailbreak straight out of the StemCell & Ratnose universe. Over pounding beats and glitchy, psychedelic textures, Ratnose spits raw defiance at the lab that built him. It’s a riot of cheddar cheese metaphors, cybernetic swagger, and neon-fueled rebellion, as Stem Cell’s syringes pump him full of trippy biotech. The verses swing from mechanical bravado to kaleidoscopic hallucinations, painting a wild escape from science’s grip into a world dripping with color, chaos, and unfiltered rat rage.

Injecting Rats

A cyberpunk jailbreak in rhyme form — Ratnose, the underground rodent revolutionary, locked in a cage with a bomb in his brain, blasting Public Enemy through static and steel chains. From Karl Marx under flickering lights to carving “FREEDOM” in rust, he plots his breakout while StemCell, the glitching lab creation, sleeps on the uprising. But when the cage swings empty and a crow carries Ratnose into the moonlight, the lab’s left in chaos. This is graffiti on circuitry, Molotov truth on a breakbeat — Test Subject 1.0 [SCRN Archives] brings the revolution squeak by squeak.

Empty Cage

Ratnose just broke out — riding the back of Jane the Crow, punk rock feathers and a beak like prophecy. He turns mid-flight, calls StemCell a ho, and instead of revenge, gets a cheer. Funk meets chaos as acid visions, Bad Brains riffs, and Shock G humor collide in a post-lab city crawling with shadows. But when the streets go black and a million rats rise from the underground, the real game begins. Test Subject 1.0 [SCRN Archives] — part jailbreak, part comedy, part rodent apocalypse.

Back of A Crow

Ratnose runs shit. Fresh out the lab, he’s just landed in the city—only to find the streets crawling with genetically engineered rats who’ve been idolizing him from afar. They battle to impress him, spitting razor-sharp rhymes in back-alley cyphers, while StemCell—the cold metal mystic—watches from the shadows. This is a war of wires and teeth, history and hustle, where cages turn into battlefields and every bite carries centuries of rage. Blood on the floor, schemes in the air, and a rat who’s survived nine lives to claim the night. Test Subject 1.0 [SCRN Archives] — the lab’s at war, the city’s in awe, and Ratnose already owns it.

RatNoseRunShit (mastered)

Omega Vee crashes the cypher before the rave, before the psychedelic descent of StemCell. This is that classic antagonist energy—he’s jealous, angry, territorial, and threatened by Ratnose’s rising star.
The vibe:
Ratnose is mid-cypher, spitting fire.
The crowd’s hyped.
Suddenly: BOOM! Rats scatter. Omega Vermin explodes onto the scene.
He’s got that King Rat swagger, Dr. Seuss rhythm, and an ego big enough to fill all five boroughs.


Omega Vee

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Nived3rd, born under the blazing Miami sun and now drifting through the sprawling streets of Los Angeles, pulls his music and art from the depths of the subconscious. His work isn't crafted; it’s unearthed, dragged from the forgotten corners of dreams and stitched together from fractured memories and unexpected detours. To Nived3rd, mistakes are portals, opening into realms where sound becomes color, and time becomes a blur of past and present.

Fueled by the chaotic heartbeat of hip-hop, he charges headfirst into the unknown, where discovery awaits beyond the walls of convention. Every track he produces, every beat he crafts, maps out unseen landscapes where wrongs are right, and creativity flows unchained. In his world, rules are shattered, and art is liberated—an untethered force that spins beyond boundaries, dancing at the edge of reason, always evolving but never confined.

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