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MonkChips.

Written and performed by LoJak Noon.  Produced and mixed by Chikah.  Recorded in Ohio, USA, Planet River.

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Hydro Platform 513 (Outro) [prod. Chikah]

🌀 Verse 1 – The Setup: Oil in the Pan
Picture this — a pan on the stove,  
Oil in the base, slow heat, slow flow.  
Watch it rise, circulatory show,  
Cells form tight like a fractal glow.

Heat from below, motion begins,  
Currents swirl like atmospheric sins.  
The hotter it gets, the faster it spins,  
Chaos blooms where order thins.

🌍 Verse 2 – Earth as Fluid
Now scale it up — chip pan to sky,  
Earth’s own oil, where the jet streams fly.  
Atmosphere thick with a fevered cry,  
We lit the burner, now watch it fry.

Greenhouse blanket, heat retained,  
Energy builds, the system strained.  
Fluid dynamics, unrestrained,  
Weather goes wild, logic explained.

⚡ Verse 3 – Viscosity & Extremes
More heat means more viscosity,  
Storms get teeth, no generosity.  
Floods hit hard with ferocity,  
Droughts stretch long like a prophecy.

Cells shrink down, circulation speeds,  
Jet stream stalls, chaos feeds.  
Tornadoes twist with viral needs,  
And crops can't grow in broken creeds.

🧠 Verse 4 – The Wake-Up Call
I tried to tell 'em — chip pan truth,  
Global warming ain't just a spoof.  
It’s energy rising, no recluse,  
It’s physics, brother, not an excuse.

But they don’t listen, they shut the door,  
Horse done bolted, floods on the floor.  
Still I rap, still I implore,  
Before the end, let minds explore.

🔥 Outro – Cosmic Reflection
Chip pan planet, boiling fate,  
We danced too long, now it's too late.  
But if this verse can penetrate,  
Maybe one soul will recalibrate.

So stir the oil, watch it spin,  
Feel the heat beneath your skin.  
This ain't the end — it’s where we begin,  
To reckon with the mess we're in.

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