The f**k?? Why was my f**king name in his f**king song??

(lol, irl note: I don't hate anyone irl but eclipse despises literally everyone}

FIREEEEEEEE (solar is my bbg trust trust)

find a family that gives me peace of mind

they blame me just for being born and THAT'S NOT FAIR!

Requested by: @[MoonDropTheDaycareAttendant]

OG Song by: Mrs_Shadow

Lyrics: 
Gotta big brain, but no knowledge 
Worked for fazbear, skipped collage 
Not a god, not even above it. (Ah, ah) 
Scientist on a budget. 
No metal or paper in your wallet 
I’m not your slave, so go suck it. (ah) 

Old ass man from the 1960s 
dumb enough to give up their entire flesh body 
I’ll touch your brain stem, you’re easy to kill. 
Like a bug I could swat, but bigger.
Still. 
Wanna be immortal, but we want you dead
You were better off rotting instead 
Chemicals you’ve used will die over time 
How about you go where you belong
back of the line. 

I can obliterate you with a simple click 
I could carry you, throw you in the ditch 
Without blood in you, you are dry dead brain 
If you hurt KC, you’re gonna feel my pain 
We stole your money I guess where rich 
Stolen designs, yours were too basic 
no difference between you and a rat 
So you better beware of the giant cat 

Gotta big brain, but no knowledge 
Worked for fazbear, skipped collage 
Not a god, not even above it. (Ah, ah) 
Scientist on a budget. 
No metal or paper in your wallet 
I’m not your slave, so go suck it. (ah)

No Knowledge (KC And Solar Flare) [Creator Dis-Track] by Mrs_Shadow

Song by Mrs_Shadow

Lyrics:
So, Helpi just called me
He told me, "Lunar, I need you!
I will drop everything for you, will you be my man?"
I told him "I'm not interested"

Look at how they focus
When I step and then they notice my wrist
It consists of a Bust Down Roley
They’re in a hypnosis, so I part em' like Moses
In the middle of the ocean, and I walk through slowly

Want to give it up, but they must not know me
Won't pick it up, I am not a goalie
Move away, chump
You are not my homie
Asking for a crumb
I do not have it on me

Yuh, wo-woo
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ha, yuh, yuh
Ooh, yeah, yuh, yuh
Ooh, ah, aye

Hawh-Hawh
Skip, hop, jump, when I’m rapping on a beat
You can call me Lil' Pump, cuz' I'm packing all the heat
With my Bust Down watch, I'm the king of the street
I feel so, top-notch, cuz' my watch's so elite
Riding in a drop top, running from the cop, cops
Never gonna stop, stop, I'm feeling so fly
Bubbles gonna pop, pop, if you cross my guys
Need my money chop, chop, stacked up to the sky

I’m blowing money, I’m spending my stash
Got my Bust Down Roley, and it's shining like flash
I got blue and green diamonds on my wrist, like cash
And it’s bright like the Suns, you can call me Steve Nash
Come catch this pass, I'm throwing it fast
With my skills on the field, you are not in my class
Diamonds so, so green, that it looks like grass
But it looks so clear, that it looks like glass
My Bust Down Roley leave em' so aghast
Look how it contrasts, with the gold and brass
All your watches look old and trash, and
All of my watches look bold and brash
All of your watches look slow and tiny
All of my watches look cold and shiny
And all of your watches look moldy, slimy!
Wizard with the watches, you can call me Hermione

Look at how they focus (I'm ready)
When I step and then they notice my wrist (I’m ready)
It consists of a Bust Down Roley (I'm ready)
They're in a hypnosis, so I part em' like Moses (I'm ready)
In the middle of the ocean, and I walk through slowly (I'm ready, I'm ready)

Want to give it up, but they must not know me (I'm ready)
Won't pick it up, I am not a goalie (I'm ready, I'm ready)
Move away, chump (I'm ready)
You are not my homie (I'm ready)
Asking for a crumb (I'm ready)
I do not have it on me (I'm ready)

Look at how they focus (I'm ready)
When I step and then they notice my wrist (I'm ready)
It consists of a Bust Down Roley (I'm ready)
They're in a hypnosis, so I part em' like Moses (I'm ready)
In the middle of the ocean, and I walk through slowly (I'm ready, I'm ready)

Want to give it up, but they must not know me (I'm ready)
Won't pick it up, I am not a goalie (I'm ready, I'm ready)
Move away, chump (I'm ready)
You are not my homie (I'm ready)
Asking for a crumb (I'm ready)
I do not have it on me (I'm ready)
[Outro: YourBoySponge]
(I'm ready)
(I'm ready, I'm ready)
(I'm ready)
(I'm ready, I'm ready)
(I'm ready)
(I'm ready, I'm ready)
(I'm ready)
(I'm ready, I'm ready)
(I'm ready)

Buss Down  (Lunar And Eclipse) by Mrs_Shadow

Take My Word ~ {Gemini song} by Mrs_shadow on yt

I'm Not Him ~ {Solar song} by mrs_shadow on yt

“Darkness” Jack and Dazzle Song ||By Mrs Shadow||

The Earth is crumbling ~ {Earth song} ~ by mrs_shadow on yt

Little star CosmoAE song  ft Lunar! // Mrs. Shadow

Killer’s code ~{KC Song}~ by mrs_shadow

The act is coming off. ~{Ruin song 2}~

The truth comes out. ~{Dark Sun song}~

“Requiem for a Flawed Capitalism 2.0” is a ciphered indictment — a funeral verse for a system that promised freedom but delivered exhaustion. It’s not just a critique of capitalism’s excesses; it’s a requiem because the damage is already done, and the mourning is overdue.
Here’s the architecture behind the lyric:
Conceptual Spine is based on W.E Du Bois’s warning — “The slave went free; stood a brief moment in the sun…” — becomes the opening wound.
That “moment” is reframed as a false dawn, where emancipation mutated into wage servitude, and the plantation became the platform.
Central Metaphor: The Spin Cycle
Old stains: slavery, colonialism, racial capitalism
New detergents: democracy, meritocracy, “equal opportunity”
Fresh cycles: gig economy, debt peonage, algorithmic bias
Fabric softener: diversity optics, corporate inclusion, sanitized history The metaphor exposes how exploitation is rebranded, not removed — the drum keeps spinning, and we tumble again.
Visual and Emotional Tone
Urban decay, discarded tech, fog-drenched skylines — the imagery reflects a world where capital has outlived its conscience.
The lyric doesn’t beg for reform — it architects rupture, naming the mechanisms and refusing the soft lies.
Cipher Rap × Funeral Cadence
The delivery is Nas-style: poetic, militant, reflective.
It’s not just a rap — it’s a requiem, a eulogy for a system that never mourned its victims.
The chant:
Why It Resonates
Because it doesn’t just name the problem — it exposes the architecture, flips the optics, and demands clarity. It’s not nostalgia. It’s not reform. It’s a ciphered reckoning.

Requiem for a Flawed Capitalism 2.0 #Hip-hop Cipher Rap × Funeral Cadence

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