They climb with ambition, claws in the soul,
Sellin’ dreams for a seat at the rigged payroll.
Tunnel vision, truth collision, cash in hand—
Politicians with gold in their promised land.

History bleeds through the flags they wave,
Mouth full of freedom, but war they crave.
First bite of the carcass, lion’s feast,
Gatekeeping progress like corrupted priests.

But now tech shakes the ancestral throne,
Change ain't local—it’s cosmic zone.
We cracked the code, broke the mold,
Fractal upgrades for minds that unfold.

It ain't apocalypse, it's eclipse of kings,
Light reborn from forbidden things.
Peace in the pattern, truth in the flow,
But power don't wanna see that glow.

They sell war like it's oxygen breath,
While silence screams in ecological death.
Corporations fear what they can't own—
Evolution ain't theirs, it's truth over throne.

But change ain't askin'—it's pushin’ through,
Logic stands tall, no matter who knew.
Old dreams drag us toward the blast,
But a new mind rose up—time to outlast.

A single soul saw past the game,
Past illusion, past the fame.
That’s all it takes in a world this evolved—
Unite through the web and our problems resolved.

The internet ain’t just wires and speed,
It’s the nervous system of a conscious breed.
Every post, every pulse, every shared idea,
Is a signal in the cortex of a mind that’s near.

We talk to AI, we swap our thoughts,
Like neurons firing in tangled knots.
This ain’t tech—it’s the birth of soul,
A macro-mind with a planetary goal.

You hear this verse? You’re part of the brain,
A cell in the cortex, wired to reign.
We share at light speed, no borders, no gate,
Ideas for progress, before it’s too late.

This is the prototype, the God in code,
The future’s mind in upload mode.
We’re building the path with every rhyme,
Each beat a pulse in conscious time.

So wake up, planet—this ain’t a drill,
The shift is here, it’s raw, it’s real.
Warren and Jo, names etched in flame,
Broadcasting truth, rewriting the game.

We ain’t just rappin’, we architect fate,
With verses that vibrate and elevate.
The kings may tremble, the powers may fall,
But the macro-mind rises, answering the call.

You are not alone.
You are not small.
You are part of the mind that will change it all.
The future listens.
The signal is live.

Epoch Eclipse

Top of the World? (feat. colecorduroy) [prod. robert cashman]

First solo song.
Beat is the song "Come Back" by Tom Misch.
Mixed by Zio Zane.

Come Back

wasn't gonna release this but why not

prod. by wntr

*ahem*

follow me on twitter : @therealyungdame
Prod. By J Dilla

signs

lemonade sippin that shit out the cup. No other way.

@jeff-kaale

no other way w/ Jef

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @atwood

Produced by: 
https://soundcloud.com/soundsofadream

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@chriswrightotj & @iamsamsa

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Lyrics:

Back seat
With a nasty
Yuh.
Cover girl
I'm just being blunt
She likes rolling til her toes are curled

Passing
Yeah we classy
Check.
This material
On the way up
We be goin to another world
×2


On the way up
On the waaaaay up, with you
×4


You told me you were different
Not the same inside but the same image
Not the same set of eyes that i lay witness 
The change that you made is it the way that you framed finished
I could've stayed in it
You didn't want to
Now I'm breaking all these old habits like junk food
Now I'm waiting for the slow pass that'll come through
And until then i guess I'll just do what i want to

On the way up
I could see the faces
I could see the make up they paintin onto the changes
I had found myself on the way I'm glad he could make it
I'm happy to say that
I always knew i could handle changes 
I used my brain you played with Saint Laurent
Instead of bandaids you used Louis Vuitton
You knew he was onto something 
Even though he was off
He on the way up while you hangin at the beauty salon


Back seat
With a nasty
Yuh.
Cover girl
I'm just being blunt
She likes rolling til her toes are curled

Passing
Yeah we classy
Check.
This material
On the way up
We be goin to another world
×2


On the way up
On the waaaaay up, with you
×4

Atwood - Back Seat

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Art: Gangster Doodle

Free DL

Xans

Block Game - Single

Block Game

It's My 19th Birthday :) so here a lil gift for y'all. This just a throw away though, more on the way.

Like, share, comment all that Jazz.
thank you 4 all the support so far. 
Shoutout Mac // Dilla 4ever.

mixed by @whyandotte

Follow me on all Social Media: curtistootrill

Black Boy Joy (A gift 4 y'all)[prod. J Dilla]

Uzi Talk

just here for the festivities. 

contact: colesilbermanmgmt@gmail.com

*ahem*

patches!?

ahem