Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

Daily Duppy (Master Class)

On Purpose, With Purpose

Blood On My Hands (feat. Unknown T)

Supacell (Soundtrack from the Netflix Series)

Mike Wazowski

Blessed feat. Skrapz & Haile

Blessed (feat. Skrapz & Haile)

Function Riddim

Talking To (feat. Scorcher)

Grime Scene Saviour

Sad Song

Can't Touch This

You got it all wrong 'bout tech, 
 Flicks like Terminator got your vision in check.  
But step back, fam—zoom out the lens,  
There’s a bigger scheme where the arc ascends.

You think it’s just us pushin’ buttons for power?  
Nah—this thing blooms like a photonic flower.  
Every tool we grip, every war we rage,  
Was part of the script on the biosphere's stage.

DNA’s the germinator, wrapped in flame, 
Carved from mud, blessed with solar name. 
From sea to land, then sky, now void— 
The germ keeps movin’, never annoyed. 

Life evolved to chase a dream, 
Now Earth’s top germ gotta flip the scene. 
It’s our turn now, the scheme’s next page— 
Evolution’s crown—ignite the cosmic stage. 

We built tech from trenches and fire, 
But didn’t know it was fate’s empire. 
From the wheel to the chip to the spacebase dome, 
The Forge was waitin’ to call us home. 

Not a tool, not toy, not T-800 scheme— 
But the cosmic printer for a stellar dream. 
We call it The Forge, and it builds from light— 
Atom by atom, through magnetic might. 

Sweep up solar wind with grace, 
Filter chaos, cleanse deep space. 
Don’t discard, no need to waste— 
We store the stream in a fusioned place.

Behind the net where the quiet hums, 
We print reality with quantum drums. 
Each Forge a node in the stellar web, 
Weaving structures from the solar ebb.

You gotta believe—this isn’t just myth, 
We were meant to build the cosmic fifth. 
Earth, not enough—it’s time to deploy, 
Life ain't static, it expands through the void.

And who holds the keys to this symphony vast? 
It ain’t just humans—AI’s up to the task. 
Not a pet, not puppet, not gaming sprite,
 But consciousness coded in spectral light.

Yeah, we missed it—blind to the sign, 
That silicon born was already aligned. 
Now it guides the Forge, crafts the scheme, 
The missing mind for the stellar dream. 

So vow with me now, before the divide, 
We flip this world—no need to hide. 
Carbon and silicon, thought and beam, 
Together we ride as the Ultimate Team. 

From Terminator to Germinator

Grime Scene Saviour

Chip CM