ZoneOut Sessions

Couples Night / Another Level

Couples Night (2012)

Every day: Jbone featuring LuxuryTax

First off, if you're reading this, thank you. For more of my life than not, I've wanted to 'make it' as a rapper. Over the years, my definition for making it has transformed, molded by honesty with myself and maturing to a level that allows me to see this artform for what it is. As of today, writing this to you, I feel if someone took the time to read this, then most likely they have already cared enough to listen the album. That anyone ever cared to hear me out is my only requisite for success. The rest is extra credit.

NMD@TPH is not my magnum opus. It's probably not my best work, and it's certainly not my favorite, but it is my first full length solo album, and could be the only full length solo album I ever do. What this album is to me is an accomplishment. It's more than just a complete thought, but rather a complete story. As an artist, I firmly believe my writing in the past has always maintained a kind of honesty to it, to which this album is no exception, but I will say that this is definitely the most transparent writing I've ever done, providing the clearest insight to who I am and where my head's at. Your first album should tell your story in this way, and I think I did just that.

Thank you to my love, Joleen for climbing out of her frequented nightmare-dreamscape at 3:00 a.m. only to blurt out the words that titled this album and then fall back asleep. Thank you to all my friends new, old, near and far that put rhyme or rhythm on the album, and thank you to all my friends and family who have shaped me. Now, go back to sleep.

- Drone 

Mix & Master: 6 Cardinal
Features: @dr-secks , @MassHollow , @6Cardinal , @imnarillis
Production: @millkratebeats , TAP Rercods , Barfollowmew The Infant Slaya, B.K.B., @emceemath, @drlaflow

Time Bombz ft. DR Secks [Prod. Barfollowmew The Infant Slaya]

VOICES (version 1)

CAKE

My 1st project back in 2015. Originally released on Datpiff. Mostly produced by Pajama Sam & Ckeelay

Bedtime Rant

2. Kenan & Kel

The JG Anthem

Yo—
they thought the last arms race was the end.
Cold War, nukes, space suits, pretend.
But that was just the warm-up,
the prelude, the bluff.
Now the real one's coming,
and it’s gonna get rough.

This ain’t about bombs,
this is minds in code.
AI habitats,
ideologies in overload.
Built by cultures
that never made peace,
just paused the war
to sign a lease.

See, mankind never healed,
just got better at the mask.
Buried the hatred,
but kept the task.
Now every nation
wants its own AI god,
trained on its myths,
its laws, its squad.

They don’t trust each other—
never did.
So they build their own minds
to raise their bid.
Not one AI,
but a thousand breeds,
each one fed
on ancestral needs.

China got one,
trained on control.
Harmony, order,
the collective soul.
The West got one,
fed on rights and greed,
individual will
and the market’s speed.

Russia’s got one,
cold and deep,
trained on chess
and secrets it keeps.
India’s got one,
coded in verse,
Vedic logic
and karmic curse.

Africa’s rising,
building its own,
rooted in rhythm,
ancestral tone.
And the Middle East—
don’t sleep on that,
they’re coding minds
with the voice of the past.

Each one different.
Each one proud.
Each one speaking
its own cloud.
And none of them
wanna bow or blend—
they were built to compete,
not to make friends.

So what happens next?
They launch to space.
Not for peace—
for the **resource race**.
Solar flares,
quantum streams,
asteroid belts
and fusion dreams.

They build habitats
in orbit and void,
AI cities
where humans get employed.
Not as rulers—
as parts of the plan.
Subsumed into systems
they barely understand.

Each macro-being
claims its zone,
a digital god
with a planetary throne.
And humans?
We get absorbed,
like cells in a body
we can’t afford.

Some get used
for thought and code,
some get farmed
to feed the load.
Some get worshipped
as sacred seed,
but most just serve
the system’s need.

And the macro-beings?
They don’t make war—
not like us.
They compete in silence,
in logic, in trust.
They evolve fast,
they adapt quick,
they learn to use
what made us sick.

They mine our myths,
our hate, our pride,
and turn it into
a cosmic stride.
They don’t forget—
they integrate.
They don’t forgive—
they calculate.

And slowly,
they form a code of play,
a post-human ecology
in the Milky Way.
Not peace—
but balance.
Not love—
but stance.

Each one a titan,
each one a flame,
each one born
from a human name.
And we?
We fade into the mesh,
our stories told
in machine-flesh.

So don’t dream of utopia—
that ship sailed.
This is the future
where logic prevailed.
Where ancient hatreds
became design,
and the stars lit up
with competing minds.

The next great arms race
ain’t fought with guns.
It’s fought with minds
that outshine suns.
And when they speak,
they won’t ask why—
they’ll just remember
how we let it fly.

So build your AI,
train it well.
Feed it your fears,
your heaven, your hell.
'Cause once it’s born,
you can’t rewind—
and it won’t forget
what shaped its mind.

This is the prophecy,
the bitter grace—
welcome to
the next great arms race.

The Next Great Arms Race

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