C.O.P.E.S a second studio album by LeRoyce,

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ELEVÆTED RADIO

Fill My Soul

PIFF

Not The Same

Homecoming

What Is This Place (feat. Dacey)

A Beautiful Day To Die

Me Vs. Me (feat. Sirrealist)

After taking a year off, Shinpuru Media comes back with the 4th installment in the BLANCO series. "In God We Trust" tackles one of the oldest sayings "Money is the root of all evil". But is it really? Understandably so, Money is a necessity of life. It is the means of success but it can also lead to destruction. Can one truly have enough money and still maintain their soul or will greed take over and consume world. 

The Return of the Prodigal Son

88' Until

88' Until (Remix)

The ground is cracked, the markets bleed, 
And the system can’t meet the species need. 
But above us? Untapped domain, 
Where gravity fades and futures gain.

Space ain’t fiction—it’s the fix, 
The only way to break the tricks. 
We build in orbit, we feed the Earth, 
And reboot the system for human worth.


Factories in the sky, jobs on the ground, 
A feedback loop where hope is found. 
We mine the moon, we print in space, 
And feed demand at a planetary pace.

No more scarcity, no more grind, 
Just coordinated design for humankind. 
We build for the many, not just the few, 
And the doctrine shows what we must do.

[Hook ]
Factories in the sky, salvation in steel, 
We build to survive, we build what’s real. 
The future ain’t buried—it’s floating above, 
And the species must rise on the wings of love.

[Verse 3 ]
Retirement in orbit, zero-G grace, 
Where old bones float in a healing place. 
Disabled folks freed from the chair, 
No stairs, no strain, just open air.

Space ain’t luxury—it’s dignity’s home, 
Where the forgotten no longer roam. 
We build for all, not just the elite, 
And the doctrine lands with rhythmic heat.

[Verse 4 ]
This ain’t utopia—it’s economic sense, 
A scalable plan, not moral pretense. 
We feed demand from orbit to street, 
And the system finds its missing beat.

Real products, real lives, real rebirth, 
Not stock tricks or synthetic worth. 
We build for the dreamers, the workers, the wise, 
And salvation comes from factories in the skies.

[Hook (repeat) ]
Factories in the sky, salvation in steel, 
We build to survive, we build what’s real. 
The future ain’t buried—it’s floating above, 
And the species must rise on the wings of love.

Factories in the Sky

Rick

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The Muse

Survivin' (feat. T Gallardo)

Apple Music

Automatic (feat. Na$ty)

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The Return of the Prodigal Son

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