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

A raw, genre-blending confessional that dissects the industry’s sadistic demand for performed pain, generational trauma, and the fight to reclaim your own voice. Indie guitar-rap fusion at 85-90 BPM: reverb-soaked electric guitar weaves with boom-bap beats, starting hesitant and building to distorted intensity, stripping bare for vulnerable moments. Conversational vocals crack with real emotion, lo-fi warmth, and intentional imperfections—like breath pauses and vinyl crackle—create a bedroom rebellion vibe. This track witnesses the hypocrisy of “hyper-real” authenticity, flipping paternal dismissal into defiant self-assertion: You’re not here to bleed for their entertainment. Perfect for fans of introspective hip-hop that validates the unspoken.

Lyrics:
[INTRO] Make it more— Personal, emotional, Confessional— Tell it all. Industry’s sadistic, desensitized, Make it hurt, bleed, don’t hold back, Can’t resist it, make it explicit. We want it all.
Alright, Fuck it.
You Listening?!
Um, ok then, here we go.
You ain’t listening— ain’t hearing me. You want it real, hyper-real? They be like, “Please put that fear in me! Reminds me of my father…” Make Make-believe believable— Become like a mirror be. Nothing real anymore Except fucking hyperbole.

[VERSE 1] I can write a good story, Get glory, tear you apart, Speak of others derogatorily— Know that shit sell— Enthusiastic, for fantastic plastic, but the titties still don’t bounce Quite right. Good at a glance, Look longer, you can tell little to Perky and upright. (Why are you staring?) Don’t fucking lie— Can’t tell me you didn’t notice, Or weren’t looking as well. What’s worse? Pretending we ain’t looking? Or the truth gon send me to hell? It be just like that— We all want to be seen, just not seen Seeing the wrong thing, being seen for the wrong thing… When people entrained to screens They forget there’s anything beneath. Plastic becomes the need, The irony of wanting something real Conforming to what gets seen…
Does it sound like I recall Each and every transgression? Uh… Forced to deny what it felt like in my body, Forced to hide every impulse of expression, Punished for a different perception— Yours or mine, don’t matter, if it was different, they start “correcting”— Still don’t know, What was the fucking lesson?

[HOOK] Why you want me to perform pain To make my pain more convincing? That’s a you problem. I’m living this, it hurts, I keep expressing, still trying to Find the lesson. I prefer the blood in my veins Won’t use it for the ink To justify my expression. You can know the human Without having to dissect them. You can be human too Who you think you impressing?
But they want it professional, Motivational, characteristic, Hear what they want to hear. Industry’s narcissistic, Could give a fuck about you, Rather see you reflect Their fear. Now they free, it adhere, It belong to you.

[VERSE 2] The title? Take it. “Yes Sir”— Doesn’t mean the same thing to me. Yes Sir, I’m entitled to think you a coward When you refuse the words I speak By attacking me: “What do you know? Don’t give a fuck how you feel. Stop living in a fantasy! Drug damage, guess you still ain’t heal!” Thanks Dad. I’d be sad— like, really sad— Except I already am a mile away. You went nuclear, Had to leave before impact… Learned to move fast.
Now you calling: “I miss talking to you, Used to call me every day. I just wanted what’s best for you.”
What exactly can I say? Nothing. I freeze.
When you freeze, You forget to breathe. When you forget to breathe, Words can’t be conceived— Silent, still air.
Don’t be deceived, Got a lot to say, once I can feel my mouth, my tongue, Fuck my whole body numb…  (full lyrics continue…)

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

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Scroll too long, your soul don’t sleep.
I cut the noise, the current deep,
Plug to love, let spirit leap.

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