Name: CTRL - ALT - DELETE by Ray Zorbach
Duration: 4 min 48 s
Description: Licensed under a Creative Commons License.

Drippin’

[INTRO]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.
Drippin’ — mmh, who got heat?
New fit, new wheels, that’s me.
They act wild but they real low-key,
I’m on top and I charge that fee.

[VERSE 1]
I don’t chase fame, baby, I chase goals,
Pearl-tinted frames and designer soles.
Talkin’ slick? Better tighten that tone,
I run my lane like I built this zone.
Ten-inch boots, I still break rules,
Pull up ghost, they forgot your jewels.
I’m a savage, not your college crush,
If it ain't raw, then it ain’t my hush.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.

[VERSE 2]
Ten-piece meal and I still want seconds,
Money stack tall like a Sunday reverend.
Velvet seats with a wild confessional,
And my past got me ice-level skeptical.
Ride for the crew, no switch, all spine,
Lips lined sharp and the stare divine.
Nails like daggers, the walk too mean,
I’m the type turn a throne to a guillotine.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.

[VERSE 3]
Look —
Third row seat but I drive the lane,
Full plate served when I say my name.
Came from pressure, now I pour champagne,
Got ‘em all stunned, but they play it tame.
Talkin’ big mouth with a rookie spine,
I don’t need smoke when the shine this fine.
Built from scratch, yeah, I mapped my line,
Try to box me? I redraw time.
Fake ones vanish when the lights go dim,
But I glow in the dark and I sink or swim.
No script here — just a venomous hymn,
And my name hit hard like a bassline rim.

[HOOK]
Drippin’, wrist cold-blooded,
Neck on freeze, whole squad rugged.
Step in the spot, and the floor start floodin’,
Talk that noise but they ain’t done nothin’.
Drippin’ — mmh, who got heat?
New fit, new wheels, that’s me.
They act wild but they real low-key,
I’m on top and I charge that fee.
[VERSE 4]
Push through the smoke like a warhead pop,
Silk with a blade, I’m a glam chop shop.
Talk like they tough but they need that prep,
I don’t move small — I finesse, then step.
Venom tongue, poison words I lace,
Say it to my face or evacuate space.
I’m the deep end, baby, you a kiddie wave,
I baptize ‘em, then I misbehave.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Drippin’ (Feat. MASX)

I didn't ask you to help. I didn't want your input. But you're here now. Don't bring me problems, bring me solutions, or... better yet... just go and fucking fix it! I don't want to keep hearing about how fucked it is!

August 4, 2025


When everything is broken,
All the excuses sound the same,
You're running out of scapegoats,
And it's too late to complain,
When everyone can hear you,
why aren't you watching what you say,
every word and thought concealing,
the petty games you play,


hey, just fix it!
come and fix it!
Try to fix it!
fix it or fuck off!


You're doing nothing different,
Expecting things to change,
Waiting for someone to save you,
It's the definition of insane!
The rhetoric keeps changing,
but the message still remains,
the warning won't stop playing,
They're just shifting all the blame,


hey, just fix it!
come and fix it!
Try to fix it!
fix it or fuck off!


okay, just fix it!
hey, you said you'd fix it!
at least try not to make it worse!
just fix it or fuck off!


If you're not going to fix it,
Just shut your fucking mouth,
The systems are collapsing,
And they're leaving no way out,
hey, just fix it!
come and fix it!
Try to fix it!
fix it or fuck off!


okay, just fix it!
hey, you said you'd fix it!
at least try not to make it worse!
just fix it or fuck off!


fix it or fuck off
fix it or fuck off
fix it or fuck off
at least try not to make it worse


F.I.O.F.O



August 5, 2025 

Trapped within the web, 
Of a reckless mind, 
Picking at the pieces,, 
Of memories left behind, 
Grasping for the meaning of, 
Madness unconfined,


Gazing back into the past,
Like into stagnant pools,
Feel the shackles breaking, 
No one is laughing at the fools,
Fractured understanding, 
Clawing at the walls,


Where does the sickness end, 
And where do I begin?
No answers, just confusion, 
Cursed to do it all again,
Shattered!


Watch the mirror shatter, 
A thousand faces fall away, 
Watch the pieces gather,
A thousand voices stay,
Shattered!


Fingers cut to pieces,
Mosaic of despair,
Self-inflicted torture,
Blood-stained in each stare,
What do you think you'll find here?
That's not beyond repair,


Where does the sickness end, 
And where do I ,


Where does the sickness end, 
And where do I begin?
No answers, just confusion, 
Cursed to do it all again,
Shattered!


Watch the mirror shatter, 
A thousand faces fall away, 
Watch the pieces gather,
A thousand voices stay,
Shattered!


Nowhere left to run to, 
Where does the nightmare end?
History repeating, 
watch it coming 'round again,
Holding out for answers, 
does it have to be this way?
Is it strength or weakness, 
To repay those who betray,


Fighting it is futile, 
learn from your mistakes,
Trapped in fading memories, 
as the meanings shift and change,
Grasping for an answer,
In the expressions on each face,


Where does the sickness end, 
And where do I begin?
No answers, just confusion, 
Cursed to do it all again,
Shattered!


Watch the mirror shatter, 
A thousand faces fall away, 
Watch the pieces gather,
A thousand voices stay,
Shattered!


Shattered


August 2, 2025 at 11:52 PM

If you want the secret to success,
20 per-cent perspiration, 
80 per-cent stress,
Try to find a habit which ain't habit-forming,
Pray to god that you're the reason for the warnings!


The devil could collect me,
But he never made the claim,
And the good lord won't protect me,
It's a low-down dirty shame,


Can't stand that understood, 
Is something I can't claim to be!
Don't know what I got, 
but it's all god-given to me,
I can't stand being right unless I'm over-correct,
And I just want to be happy, not anti-depressed!


The devil could collect me,
But he never made the claim,
And the good lord won't protect me,
It's a low-down dirty shame,


Too much is never enough,
And moderation is a crutch,
If there's a reason I'm forsaken,
Then it's 'cos I take too much!
You're hatred is worth nothing,
Because I've seen the things you love!



Maybe I shouldn't be here,
Maybe I should go,
Maybe I bought the ticket,
So I should enjoy the show,


The devil could collect me,
But he never made the claim,
And the good lord won't protect me,
It's a low-down dirty shame,


The devil could collect me,
But he never made the claim,
And the good lord won't protect me,
It's a low-down dirty shame,


You can come and take me,
I'll stay just where I am,
But I don't bow before the law,
Or the Reaper's hand!!!


Unclaimed


July 30, 2025

So, this is how the world ends, 
Not with a bang or even a whimper,
Slowly watching all the colours fade, 
As the sounds reconcile back into whispers
Eyes acclimatised to the lingering shade


On Earth, As it is in heaven,
White washed, shapeless and barren
Forget the without any heroes,
Where the tales aren't worth the telling,
Fading echoes of forefathers ring hollow,
Falling for the hopelessness they're selling
(yearning for any purpose)


On Earth, As it is in heaven,
White washed, shapeless and barren,
Give us this our daily bread
Living your life, jealous of the dead,
Lead me not into subjugation
But deliver me from evil


His kingdom come.
This will be done.
Eyes and ears closed but mouth left open,
Fixing bayonets against your judgement day, 
I'd rather die than join you hollow men,
I'd have made a poor slave, anyway.


This kingdom come.
This will be done.
Hollow men bring the world undone.


On Earth, As it is in heaven,
White washed, shapeless and barren,
Give us this our daily bread
Living your life, jealous of the dead,
Lead me not into subjugation
But deliver me from evil,


This kingdom come.
This will be done.
Hollow men bring the world undone.


Hollow Men



June 11, 2025 


A middle finger up to whatever you're selling, 
Don't care about your opinion, I'm rebelling, 
You want to lock me in a cell, Well, 
I think you should go suck dicks in Hell, 


Under microscope precision, 
Every move feels like an admission,
Dissected, bit by bit, in this prison,
A panopticon, they built to control us,
Always peering over shoulders, 
Scrutinized by the people telling the lies that they told us,
Think you know me? Got no time for low-ballers. 
'Cos now I'm taking my fees, and you fucking owe me, believe!


Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
WHY DON'T YOU GO UNFUCK YOURSELF!


A middle finger up to whatever you're selling, 
Don't care about your opinion, I'm rebelling, 
You want to lock me in a cell, Well, 
I think you should go suck dicks in Hell, 


I'm the curse of all your models, an unpredictable storm, 
Unable to stay quiet, breaking every norm,
shining the light on, what you all stay silent on, 
You call it disruption, well I call it divine,
You need to try explaining it to me, just like I'm five, 
It wasn't even a crime, When I checked it last time, 
I'm living on the edge, while you're just toeing every line, 
Stand back and watch this whirlwind unwind, 


Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
WHY DON'T YOU GO UNFUCK YOURSELF!


A middle finger up to whatever you're selling, 
Don't care about your opinion, I'm rebelling, 
You want to lock me in a cell, well, 
I think you should go suck dicks in Hell, 


I don't need permission, just to exist, 
It ain't a threat just 'cos it's a clenched fist,
Offending someone makes you a terrorist, 
Stop doing the shit that makes us need to resist, 
So feel free to step aside, I'll be standing my ground, 
I'll be calling you cunts and I'll be shouting it loud!
If freedom still exists, then be fucking glad this offends, 
I'm here to stay true, with or without your consent,


A middle finger up to whatever you're selling, 
Don't care about your opinion, I'm rebelling, 
You want to lock me in a cell, well, 
I think you should go suck dicks in Hell, 


Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
Why don't you go and fix yourself, first? 
WHY DON'T YOU GO UNFUCK YOURSELF!


Analyse This! Fuckers!


August 17, 2025

EvEry Law a threat, written in words that bleed! 
Covenants without threats are just hollow decrees! 
For fantasies of safety, Your LIBERTY you trade, 
Your freedom for their slavery, The price your children PAID!
Can't you SEE you've chosen, To live life on your KNEES? 
You can't cut away the cancer, If you are the DISEASE,
Their Truth is LIES, Their endless War is PEACE!
No rights, just permissions, when you've lost your sovereignty!


Wisdom shaped by COWARDS!
Battles fought by FOOLS! 
Those without Courage
Are addicted to their rules!

Power is never given,
It's always taken by force!
"Si vis pacem, PARA BELLUM!"
If you want PEACE, Prepare for war!


Purpose presupposed, but they never told you why! 
worthless diagnosed, to work until you die!
Indoctrinate the children, fetishize the GRIND! 
Like cattle to the slaughter, no souls left BEHIND! 
Teach you children about dragons, and the greed that keeps them bound,
Worship the bloodshed of the wicked, whereever they are found!



Those who'd trade liberty for safety FROM THEIR KNEES! 
DON'T DESERVE SAFETY OR LIBERTY! 
IT'S NOT A RIGHT IF IT CAN BE TAKEN AWAY, IT'S PERMISSION!

Si vis pacem, PARA BELLUM!
If you want peace, Prepare for war!

Wisdom shaped by COWARDS!
Battles fought by FOOLS! 
Those without Courage
Are addicted to their rules!

Power is never given,
It's always taken by force!
"Si vis pacem, PARA BELLUM!"
If you want PEACE, Prepare for war!

Bloodstained path to freedom, well-worn but overgrown,
Die on your feet or on your knees, you make this choice alone,
Becoming your own master, then you can Know your ENEMY, 
They're defending the old system, with rules for me and none for thee,
Fear is their only weapon, watch them snarl and bare their TEETH,
But Scrape away the surface, there's nothing UNDERNEATH!

Wisdom shaped by COWARDS!
Battles fought by FOOLS! 
Those without Courage
Are addicted to their rules!

Power is never given,
It's always taken by force!
"Si vis pacem, PARA BELLUM!"
If you want PEACE, Prepare for war!
"Si vis pacem, PARA BELLUM!"
If you want PEACE, Prepare for war!
If you want PEACE, Prepare for war!
Si vis pacem, PARA BELLUM!
If you want PEACE, Prepare for war!



Si vis pacem, PARA BELLUM!

August 18, 2025 at 1:30 PM

I’ve built my castle out of bricks while you build yours on the sand,
Quietly paid my dues, bought and paid for by these hands,
Could have tried to be like you, but you know I ain't a fan,
Keep telling yourself you know what it takes to be a man,
I been through the trenches, I know exactly who I am,
No silver spoons, no family claims upon these lands,
Where I place my feet is where I'm down to make a stand,

What you think I owe you? 
Simmer down 'cos I fucking know you,
I got scars and I got gold, 
From every rise and every fall,
you don't get to tell me I don't deserve it all
Nothing borrowed, nothing new,
You don't have to ask permission,
If they've got nothing on you,
So tell me again, 
What you think I owe you?

Look into my eyes and what do you see?
Behind the dollar signs and all your jealousy,
You love to be a hater and I always aim to pleasease,
You can try to throw shade, you can always hate on me,
You want me to live up to some shit I never claimed to be,
So look at me with disappointment on your face,
But you know I've got the gas because I always fill the space,

What you think I owe you? 
Neck the fuck up 'cos I got something to show you,
I got scars and I got gold, 
From every rise and every fall,
you don't get to tell me I don't deserve it all
Nothing borrowed, nothing new,
You don't have to ask permission,
If they've got nothing on you,
So tell me again, 
What you think I owe you?
What you think I owe you?

You didn't lend a hand when my car was my home,
Now you understand, what? You think you've grown?
What I am is What I do, and I'm proud what I've shown, 
You've seen me, I'm prepared to stand alone,
But I woulda stood by you, if you just picked up the phone,
Let them write my name in the dirt or in the stone,
I don't give a fuck what you think I fucking owe!

What you think I owe you? 
'll fucking expose you,
I got scars and I got gold, 
From every rise and every fall,
you don't get to tell me I don't deserve it all
Nothing borrowed, nothing new,
You don't have to ask permission,
If they've got nothing on you,
So tell me again, 
What you think I owe you?

Keep telling yourself you know what's best,
You always had an answer but it's ain't that kind of test,
Keep on trying to explain why I should sign up for more stress,
Fade back to black, Let it go, accept it, let it be,
Just remember sleeping on the streets was my reality, 
So let me know, how you go, in finding the next me,
I'll be trying to remember what you did to impress me,

Nothing borrowed, nothing new,
You don't have to ask permission,
If they've got nothing on you,
So tell me again, 
What you think I owe you?



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Ray Zorbach

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