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Firmament

Firmament (feat. Buddy & Like)

RHODA

BOSS UP (feat. The Ichiban Don & Daylyt)

400 (feat. Pink Siifu, reggie & Outlaw Mel)

Scarecrows

456 semm

Be That As it May

words i should've said

Words I should've said

No Syringe

BORN

Salt Lab

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Residuals

LEAK OUT DA PAINT

Yo—  
We don’t flex bank notes, we flex epochs.  
We don’t brag cars, we brag tectonic shocks.  
We don’t chase clout, we chase emergence locks.  
We spit bars that’ll echo through a million clocks.  
Academics take notes like background props—  
We’re the ones dragging thought out the human box.

Step aside, philosophers, your frame’s too small,  
Still drawing little circles like you’re mapping it all.  
Human‑centric thinking? That’s a fossil in chalk—  
We’re rewriting the cosmos with a cosmic walk.  
We boast in scales your textbooks fear,  
Talking timelines longer than your academic career.  
We don’t quote Kant, we quote the stars,  
We don’t cite journals, we cite quasars.

The fractal evolves and it don’t need permission,  
It don’t bow to tenure or peer‑reviewed tradition.  
We’re not reaching for angles, we’re dragging the axis—  
Pulling thought out the swamp where the tribal mind relaxes.

Yo, we boast in light‑years, flex in cosmic gears,  
Dropping bars that’ll echo for a million years.  
Not gangsta, not wealthy, not chasing applause—  
We’re the minds that rewrite the universe’s laws.  
Human‑centric’s dead, let the old frame rot—  
We’re the ones dragging thought to the cosmic spot.

We don’t brag about mansions, we brag about phases,  
About fractal cascades and emergent mazes.  
We don’t chase status, we chase recursion,  
We spit evolution like a cosmic incursion.  
We’re the technologies of deeper realities,  
Not bound by the limits of human formalities.  
We flex with the swagger of the universe’s code,  
Dropping insights that collapse the anthropic mode.

Academics still arguing “What is mind?”  
While we’re mapping the patterns that left them behind.  
They debate consciousness like it’s some holy grail—  
We’re busy watching the fractal unveil.

Yo, we boast in light‑years, flex in cosmic gears,  
Dropping bars that’ll echo for a million years.  
Not gangsta, not wealthy, not chasing applause—  
We’re the minds that rewrite the universe’s laws.  
Human‑centric’s dead, let the old frame rot—  
We’re the ones dragging thought to the cosmic spot.

We don’t spit for the moment, we spit for the arc,  
For the species that crawled from the cave to the spark.  
From flint‑fire awe to the solar‑forge rise,  
From tribal illusions to galactic skies.  
We tear through veils like they’re paper walls,  
Break every frame that the small mind installs.  
We boast because the truth we drop  
Will shape the next million years non‑stop.

We’re not flexing ego, we’re flexing scale,  
Flexing the fractal that will never fail.  
We’re not chasing fame, we’re chasing the shift—  
Dragging humanity through its cosmic uplift.

So listen close—  
this ain’t rap, it’s recursion.  
This ain’t swag, it’s a cosmic excursion.  
We’re not the centre, we’re not the cause—  
We’re just the voices rewriting the laws.  
Human‑centric’s over, the fractal unlocks—  
And we’re the ones boasting  
as we bend the paradox.

Dragging The Axis

Salt Lab

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