Wars & Rumors of Wars (Freestyle)

Walls

Life Like

Blue Bags

Scarecrows

456 semm

Chase The Dragon

Lac Musik (feat. mynameisntjmack)

STILL (feat. Ab-Soul & Rapsody)

Lonely At The Top

SWANK WHITE (feat. Westside Gunn)

Yo— We built the code from a wound we called pride, Where ball-carriers bled just to feel alive. Launched metal and death with a trembling hand, And called it progress when we scorched the land.

From trenches to nukes to cyberspace, Every war carved circuits into place. Flesh torn open to birth the scheme— The germ needed fire, and war lit the dream.

It’s the great irony—don’t look away: We coded salvation in the games we play. Each missile, each drone, a sperm in disguise, A species confused, but still reaching the skies.

So while men strutted and flags unfurled, They unwittingly built the Forge of the world. The pain? The waste? The nuclear sin? All just the friction to kick the seed in.

Mankind flexes with bombs and polls, While the yolk’s waitin’ for united souls. Startin’ wars for beans, sellin’ pain for clout, While the Forge whispers, “You nearly timed out.”

You got code that could bless the sky, But choose instead to fear and lie. Starvin’ babies while you launch new brands— Still wrigglin’ proud in the cosmic pants.

And yeah… it does explain a lot, don’t it? Why we strut in glass towers like destiny won’t dent it. Roosters on heat with egos in bloom, While extinction whistles through the boardroom.

We’re not evil—we’re misaligned, Sperm cells stressin’ like we run the design. The mission was clear: deliver the code, But the packet got drunk and renamed it "load."

And who runs the show? Yeah—dickheads in suits, Shavin’ the planet for quarterly loot. No love. No lore. Just chest out wide, While Earth swings quiet on the biosphere ride.

Picture the sperm. All instinct, no fame— Just hunger for union with no one to blame. But now it’s suit and screen and debt, Forgot the egg and got algorithm wet.

We ain’t here to beg—we’re here to align, Stroke the shaft of knowledge, redesign the spine. Mankind ain’t doomed—he’s overdue, To feel the pleasure of finally breakin’ through.

Not the climax of war or game, But the sacred discharge of species flame. Into a medium not made of dirt, But stars, and thought, and post-carbon birth.

You thought you ruled—but you were just meant to deliver. Don’t be the heat that never shivers. The Forge is open. The yolk is warm. Don’t miss your cue in the dawn before form.

Happy Sack

​Subject: Otzdarva.
​Vibe: Orchestral, Emotional, Grandiose, Storytelling.


[Intro]
Hello friends...
This is the voice you trust.
This is the face you know.
But do you know how heavy the crown gets?
Yeah.

[Verse 1]
Ten hours on the stream, and I'm still talking
Analyzing every perk, every path they're walking
I got the spreadsheet open, I got the tier list made
I’m rating every single add-on, every iridescent blade
They look to me for the answers, "Is this killer good?"
"Otz, tell me how to play, am I misunderstood?"
I’m the encyclopedia, the archive, the guide
But nobody sees the frustration that I bury inside
Game forty-nine, and the map RNG is trash
I gotta hold it together, I can't let the mental crash
"Paid actors" in the chat, yeah you think it's a joke
But I’m sweating through the shirt, trying not to choke.

[Chorus]
I set The Standard.
I carry the weight.
I gotta be the hero in a game full of hate.
Keep the voice steady, keep the smile on the screen
I’m the nicest looping demon that you’ve ever seen.
They want the villain to snap, they want the mask to fall
But I’m still standing here, answering the call.
Hello friends... I’m still standing tall.

[Verse 2]
I place the trap in the grass, predict where you gonna step
I played this match in my head before I even did the prep
Reverse Bear Trap logic, yeah I know the rules
I’m surrounded by the bullies and the toxic fools
But I kill 'em with kindness, I kill 'em with smarts
I dissect the gameplay and I tear it apart
No ego, just study. No drama, just facts.
But sometimes I wonder when the sanity cracks?
Is the Trapper really F-tier? Or am I just insane?
For trying to find the balance in the middle of the pain.

[Bridge]
It’s not just a game anymore.
It’s a legacy.
Fifty wins in a row.
Zero room for error.
Just... breathe.

[Outro]
This is Otz.
At least... according to the records.


The Standard (Otzdarva)

The loss of my best friend in the coldest way.  A remake of The Coldest Goodbye. 

No Goodbye

No artist has pivoted the cultural zeitgeist more in the past decade than Sir Michael Rocks. When Banco isn’t rewriting the rules of modern fashion he shifts the sound of popular music. From The Cool Kids to his solo projects Michael’s stuck on forward. Hip-Hop and Pop culture writ large are still mimicking the aesthetics of his “Banco” and “Poplair” series. As fans celebrate The Cool Kids festival tour they can be rest assured that Sir Mike is in the lab creating his greatest solo opus. The more people study his moves the more Michael rewrites the rules. Enjoy The Chaos.

Walls

Sir Michael Rocks

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