[Intro]
Yo, Yosemite…
Echoes of the granite, spirit in the pines,
Voices of the elders still flow through time.
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[Verse 1]
Standing in the valley where the rivers still sing,
Half Dome rising like a stone-born king.
Ancient trails carved where the Miwok would roam,
This ain’t just a park, it’s a sacred home.
Echo of the drumbeat, stories in the stone,
Whispers of ancestors—this land they owned.
Before the cabins, before the gold rush fire,
The Ahwahneechee lived with hearts inspired.
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[Hook]
Yosemite skies, where the eagle flies free,
Carved by glaciers, filled with history.
Listen to the rivers, let the wisdom flow,
From the native voices—we still need to know.
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[Verse 2]
Granite walls echo like a powwow call,
Spirit of the people still guards it all.
Buffalo not here, but the deer still tread,
Ancestors’ prayers in the stars overhead.
They honored the land, every stone, every tree,
Living in balance, reciprocity.
Now we hike the trails, but remember the cost,
A culture displaced, traditions almost lost.
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[Hook]
Yosemite skies, where the eagle flies free,
Carved by glaciers, filled with history.
Listen to the rivers, let the wisdom flow,
From the native voices—we still need to know.
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[Bridge]
Half Dome shadows, El Capitan’s might,
Sacred fire circles burning through the night.
Tourists see beauty, but it’s deeper than that,
It’s survival, resilience, the roots of the map.
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[Outro]
So when you step in the valley, feel the ground shake,
It’s more than a picture, it’s a vow you take.
Honor the people, the stories untold,
Yosemite forever, let the legacy hold.

Echoes of the Granite

“Into the Black”

[Intro / Hook]
Yo, it’s the cosmic flow, gravity takes control,
Step to the edge of the event horizon, whoa.
Light bends low, time starts to slow,
Ain’t nothin’ more amazing than a black hole.

[Verse 1]
Singularity center, mass compressed tight,
Infinite density, vanishing light.
Einstein dreamed it, Hawking spoke truth,
Warping up spacetime, bending the proof.

Stars collapse down when the fuel runs dry,
Core caves in and the laws amplify.
No escape speed less than light can roll,
You’re gone in a flash when the black hole grows.

[Hook]
Yo, it’s the cosmic flow, gravity takes control,
Step to the edge of the event horizon, whoa.
Light bends low, time starts to slow,
Ain’t nothin’ more amazing than a black hole.

[Verse 2]
Accretion disk burnin’, photons spin wild,
Jets shootin’ out, gamma rays compiled.
Quasars blaze from a billion miles deep,
Galaxies powered by the secrets they keep.

Time dilation — clocks tickin’ strange,
Step too close and your world rearranged.
But in the math, yeah, we start to see whole,
Windows to the universe inside black holes.

[Hook]
Yo, it’s the cosmic flow, gravity takes control,
Step to the edge of the event horizon, whoa.
Light bends low, time starts to slow,
Ain’t nothin’ more amazing than a black hole.

[Bridge]
They say nothing escapes, but the story got bold,
Hawking radiation leaks secrets untold.
Evaporation’s slow, takes eons to fade,
But even black holes can die in the shade.

[Final Chorus]
Black hole magic, mystery, might,
Swallowin’ the stars and devourin’ the light.
Cosmic kings of the galactic show,
Respect to the wonder of the black hole.

[Outro]
So I rhyme these bars with a universal goal,
Pay homage to the greatness of the black hole.

Gravity Takes Control

Mantra in the Beat

Clockwork Grind

Shadow on the Kremlin

Raps of Nature is a rapper, storyteller, and visionary who blends the raw energy of hip-hop with the spirit of the natural world. Known for lyrics that flow like rivers and hit with the force of thunder, Raps of Nature brings an elemental authenticity to every verse. His music is more than entertainment—it’s a call to connect with truth, resilience, and the rhythm of life itself.

Drawing on a lifetime of global experience and diverse cultural roots, Raps of Nature infuses each track with a sense of journey and transformation. His sound fuses gritty street beats with soulful reflections, creating a balance of power and depth that resonates across audiences. Whether spitting fire on stage or channeling meditative wisdom in the booth, he embodies hip-hop’s original purpose: to uplift, inspire, and spark change.

With a style that is both fierce and poetic, Raps of Nature is carving his own path in the rap game—unapologetic, grounded, and unstoppable. For him, the mic is more than an instrument—it’s an extension of nature’s voice, flowing through him to reach the people.

Shadow on the Kremlin

Raps with Nature

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