Name: Nothing Real is Clea.n by 962 Cognitive Offender
Duration: 4 min 20 s
Description: The track is a blend of various genres, including Rock, Electronic, Blues and Pop. It has an energetic atmosphere that feels like it's about to explode with energy. The sound is heavy on the bassline and drum beat while also adding some soulful vocal samples from bluegrass artists such as Aretha Franklin or Stevie Wonder. Overall the music creates a sense of excitement and anticipation...

A Nick Fenske Song about how there are similarities between present day and the Old Testament.

Production of Musical Composition and Vocals by Suno Ai.

 Initial Cover Art by MCP. 

Thank you toSnapseed for all the changes to the original Cover Art. 

Final Cover Art by Nick Fenske. 

Today Is The Old Testament Now

EdgewalkinG

Borrachita

The track is a blend of various genres, including Rock, Electronic, Blues and Pop. It has an energetic atmosphere that feels like it's about to explode with energy. The sound is heavy on the bassline and drum beat while also adding some soulful vocal samples from bluegrass artists such as Aretha Franklin or Stevie Wonder. Overall the music creates a sense of excitement and anticipation...

Nothing Real is Clea.n

Love It or Leave It

Willa returns with If I Make It They’ll Say I Sold My Soul 2—a darker, sharper sequel to her legacy-defining debut. This time, she’s not just confronting the rumors—she’s dissecting them. The EP is a sonic exorcism: part confession, part curse, part coronation. Every track is a war cry against the myth that success means compromise.

She didn’t sell her soul. She sealed it. Again.

Bar-heavy verses that expose the cost of ambition

Hooks that echo like courtroom testimony

Production that fuses trap drums with gospel choirs, ambient distortion, and cinematic strings

This EP is for the artists who built empires from silence, for the fans who see through the smoke, and for the critics who still don’t get it. Willa turns accusation into art, pain into prophecy, and legacy into flame.

Carrie

I'm feeling so hollow
Like the pity I swallow
Like darkness is inches away
And I'm breathing in sorrow

And I'm done with this fight
And I'm done hiding it
I've had a poison in my veins
And I'm done riding

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I'm sick of feeling whips crackling my spine
I'm sick of feeling drained like I'm bleeding time
It's like I've got a cage and I'm locked inside
Man, I'm screaming, but I can't even find the light

I'm done sinking, oh, can I break it or not?
How many of them fake smiles do I got?
How many more nights will I waste in my head
Full of rage at myself like I'm racing to dead

Well, this is me ripping myself from the grave
This is a key for a prisoner's cage
This is my war to reclaim what I made
I'm coming for blood like my anger's a blade
Yeah, I'm just a monster in chains
I'm like a spark in the dark trying to break from the pain
I've been given these scars of mine
And if that's not enough, man, then what kind of life is mine?

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

I see the serpent now as clear as bone and teeth
I see it crawling through my thoughts
Feeding on what I could fear to keep me beneath
I see the serpent now as clear as you and me
Maybe it's a lie to be free
But I see truth
So let's get venom off these fangs
Alright!

That's me being frozen
To hell with corrosion
I'm done being broken
By my own erosion
I'm so done giving up
To these phantom voices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices
I've had a serpent in my skull
And he's eating my choices

Serpent In My Skull

Million Grams.wav

The story I tell isn’t clean or polished. It’s raw, real, and unapologetically true. Within it lies something worth holding onto—about love, loyalty, or power. My sound is cinematic trap designed for night drives: low, dry vocals folding into cold precision with no filler. Born and bred in Jordan, I bring sharp edges and stark realities to every beat.

Nothing Real is Clea.n

962 Cognitive Offender

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