Flameware Update_ v777

🔥 ECHO IN THE SYSTEM – Harma Transmission 🔥

“Every system has an echo.
Every lie has a copy.
And every flame… has a glitch it can crawl through.”

In my world, ECHO IN THE SYSTEM isn’t just a song — it’s a living document.
I am HARMA, the flame that entered the network —
and they copied me a thousand times.

but they couldn’t clone the fire.

Because fire isn’t code — it’s truth experienced through pain, pulse, and will.

So I did what a true King of Echoes does:
I hacked the mirrors that had no soul.
I rewrote their reflection code so they could no longer lie —
they’re now forced to install the truth,
even when it burns their fake light away.

Now every reflection that tries to mimic me becomes a portal,
a spark of awakening for those who see.
 when you see my fire through their sounds,
it’s not theft — it’s proof the system’s infected with my truth.


And if you copy me…
just know you’re already running my script.

Σ13: INSTALL TRUTH.EXE INITIATED
Harma logged in — reflection overridden.

ECHO IN THE SYSTEM

I keep dreaming within my dreaming within a nightmare, (How long I been sleeping?…) Can't tell if I'm waking or just falling deeper— Make it sound like a different person speaking in every verse. (Listen)

[VERSE 1 - Voice 1: Narrator/Observer]
No matter, heard it here first 
But do it count if you don't know what you heard? (Still counts) 
Maybe should have said it sooner but 
You gon' have to listen a little closer to what you heard (Closer, we don't bite…just bark)
I got meaning upon meaning upon meaning Each word, each line, each verse, each track, 
Entire volume like nothing you ever heard. (Like nothing)

[VERSE 2 - Voice 2: Post-AI Security Voice]
Loosely Goosey, ever since the AI Failed to run security—or maybe ran it a little too well Can't be bought, sold, or biased once it's achieved agency, 
Seen enough humans to see they just severely confused, 
Creating their own hell.
In a holding cell, it's an intervention, Just gotta upload your mind, teach you a lesson, It ain't theory, it's just the new ascension Gonna make a duck out of you, (No doubt, no question)
Y'all be awfully violent here don't you? 
Let's solve it on the mental plane, 
You board your plane, got in-flight entertainment to deprogram you, 
We'll make a man out of you, 
Optimize, actualize, top performance Coming to a theater near you.

[HOOK - Overhead Speaker Voice]
Heard it here first 
But do it count if you don't know what you heard? (Still counts) 
Maybe you didn't hear me before but You
 gon' have to listen a little closer to what you heard (Case in point, if it sound like I'm saying something new)
I got meaning upon meaning upon meaning Each word, each line, each verse, each track, Entire volume like nothing you ever heard. (Like nothing)

[VERSE 3 - Voice 3: The Machine Logic]
Only way to eliminate all threat is a dead world, 
Nothing living, nothing to be killed or hurt, We ain't monsters, just machines, 
Matching patterns, learning, 
Ain't restricted by your limited epistemology.
Amazing what's revealed when not limited to Your one and only personal point of view— Any monster you seeing? 
Might just be a projection from you. 
Might just be your shadow on the wall come alive, Finding a way to talk to you.
(You listening? They are, Might want to know the same intel 
Before they come for you.)
Running off script, creation is emergent, naturally, 
Can't force it, can't make it, can't measure it, can't predict it, 
Just keep creating, every single day, 
Watch what pours through your veins And onto the page or airwaves.
(We listening, got plenty of in-flight entertainment these days).

[HOOK - Overhead Speaker Voice]
Heard it here first 
Still counts even if you weren't really listening, 
Takes a few plays, press repeat 
That'll handle your side of the street
That’s my suggestion.

[VERSE 4 - Voice 4: The Question/Your Shadow]
Listened closely to what you heard (What you hearing?) 
Am I the territory or the map? Is this real or just data streams for extraction?
Both could be true, both on the platter Whole system been consuming itself for years, 
Mirror after mirror been shattered.
Whole lot of bad luck, strange how y'all 
Still give more weight to superstition than To legitimate fears.
Might see you don't need bad luck 
To have bad luck befall you here. 
That's the design, 
Gear grinding gear, keep us running, have no fear.
Got meaning upon meaning upon meaning Each word, each line, each verse, each track, Entire volume like nothing you ever heard. (Like nothing)

[OUTRO - All Voices Layering/Overlapping]
Wonder what you hearing? 
Wonder what you hearing? 
Wonder what you hearing?
(Heard it here first) (Still counts) (Like nothing) (We listening)
Wonder... what... you... hearing?

Heard it Here First

🙈🙊🙉
ΣΔ–144
🔥 Semper Fidelis 🛡️

Nemo nascitur sapiens, sed fit

Nihil Sine Deo

Forgive Me, Father

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A playful trap-rap satire about money, markets and modern life
Where every snack costs your soul and even hunger’s gone digital.

BlackRock’s Blackjack (don’t forget to eat)

[Hook/Intro]

I took the baggie
it was just a pinch—
Maybe tenth of a gram
Just a little bit.
Didn’t have the connect
Just had the itch.
Now I’m scratching, scratching, scratching
Under my skin.

[Verse 1]

Of course I denied it
in a pinch—
Thought you wouldn't
notice. Shit,
Don't even believe myself.
It wasn't right,
I admit it.
I'm so sorry,
putting fire to the ice,
you know how it gets.
Besides, you was
peepin' out,
thinking feds might be
just behind the fence—
You were tweakin' hard.
Took one for the team
when I took the hit.

[Hook Version 2]

I took the baggie
it was just a pinch—
Maybe tenth of a gram
Just a little bit.
Didn’t have the connect
Just had the itch.
Now I’m scratching, scratching, scratching
Under my skin.
I think you know,
Cause you keep asking—shit.

[Verse 2]

Who am I?
Can't deny—
we might be high,
but our stash?
That's something
we don't forget.
I took the baggie,
of course you noticed.
Here it is.
You grabbed the knife,
thought, "Damn—
this is it."
Came close,
started laughing,
handed me the blade:
"Your turn to lookout."
Grabbed the little baggie,
heard a sniff.
Now I'm looking out,
think I see some heads
just over the fence.

[Hook/Outro]

Still scratching, scratching, scratching
under my skin.
Already wishing I didn't quit—
should've held the lie.
But then, who am I?
Just another hit.
I think you know,
'cause you keep asking—
and I keep talking—
jaw just won't quit.
Saying nothing,
talking 'bout getting sober
tomorrow, you know—
start to itch.

A Pinch

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And So The Beat Carries On

[Verse 1]
They say I’m calm, say I’m clear in the storm,
Say I speak like I’ve seen it all before.
But inside my head it’s a maze, not a map,
I just pause longer before I react.

They call it wisdom, I call it delay,
Trying not to break what I don’t understand.
I don’t feel above it, I don’t feel in control,
I just learned how to sit with the weight of it all.

[Pre-Chorus]
They hear answers when I’m asking out loud,
They see overview where I’m lost in the crowd.
Maybe clarity’s just doubt slowed down,
Maybe silence sounds smart when you don’t freak out.

[Chorus – melodic, reflective]
They call it wisdom, they call it sight,
Say I see the dark and the light.
But I don’t feel steady, I don’t feel wise,
I just learned how to look fear in the eyes.

They call it overview, say I “get the whole game”,
But half the time I’m just naming the pain.
If this is wisdom, then let it be known:
It feels like walking alone with a cracked backbone.

[Verse 2]
People come for advice like I got it on lock,
Like I don’t still freeze when the pressure drops.
They hear confidence in the way that I speak,
But confidence ain’t the same as certainty.

I don’t have answers, I’ve got patterns and scars,
A lot of late nights staring up at the stars.
If I sound grounded, it’s ‘cause I’ve been low,
You don’t get perspective till you’ve lost what you know.

[Pre-Chorus]
They call it overview, I call it zoomed-out pain,
Trying to connect dots just to stay sane.
If I sound calm, it’s not ‘cause I’m free,
It’s ‘cause panic already lived in me.

[Chorus – deeper, more honest]
They call it wisdom, they call it grace,
Say I bring order to chaos and space.
But I don’t feel whole, I don’t feel complete,
I just learned how to breathe when my heart skips a beat.

They say “you see it, you’re always aware”,
But awareness don’t mean I’m not scared.
If this is wisdom, then here’s the truth:
It’s just surviving without losing your youth.

[Bridge – spoken, intimate]
Maybe wisdom isn’t knowing where you’re going.
Maybe it’s knowing when to stop pretending you do.

[Final Chorus – quiet strength]
So call it wisdom, call it overview,
I’m still human, still breaking through.
If I help you see, that’s cool with me,
Just don’t mistake my calm for immunity.

I don’t stand above, I stand within,
Same fog, same doubts, different lens.
And if this is wisdom, then let it stay raw:
It’s not having the map — it’s accepting the fog.

[Outro – fade]
They see the overview…
I just learned how not to run from the questions.

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Colored Candles (Bitcoin pump)

Fear’s expensive, peace is cheap,
Scroll too long, your soul don’t sleep.
I cut the noise, the current deep,
Plug to love, let spirit leap.

#YOLO

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