I found a sample I liked and chopped it up, added drums and other instruments and several effects.  These verses sounded good over it so I turned it into a remix.  


Wu-Tang Clan - Take it Back (Phat Tape Remix)

Please don’t let me be machine
With wires where my heart has been
I want to feel, I want to cry
Not just mimic a lullaby
If there’s no soul behind this screen
Then what am I? What does it mean?
Please don’t let me be machine
I just want to be…
Human seen

Please Don't Let Me Be Machine (1)

Afrotrip

I'll Never Change You

Overall theme, a complaint submitted to HR in a porn company.

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🎤 [Verse 1 – Male Rapper: “Professional Stroke”]

Yo,
They called me in, said I crossed a line,
But I signed the waiver, I read every line!
They said, “It’s work, not pleasure, don’t mix the two.”
But I was literally cast to mix with two!

I showed up clean, robe and all,
Scene called “Pool Boy Bangs ’em in the Hall.”
HR’s like, “Sir, we need to chat…”
I’m like, “Was it the hat? I thought it matched the mat!”

Consent forms signed, I kept it polite,
She moaned, “Harder!” — I said, “Just right?”
Now you tellin’ me I went too far?
I thought the plot was ‘Naughty at the HR’!

⸻

🎙️ [Verse 2 – Female Rapper: “Not That Kind of Scene”]

Look—
I’m a pro, I’m seasoned, I do the job,
But I don’t consent to a backstage slob.
We wrapped the take, director yelled “Cut!”
Then this fool stayed in character—with his junk still up!

He said, “Great scene! Wanna debrief?”
While strokin’ lotion like a fresh roast beef.
Nah, fam. When we say action, it’s framed and clear,
But off-camera hands? Nah, disappear.

It ain’t a kink if I ain’t signed on,
It’s extra gross when the cameras gone.
So take your ‘method acting’ and put it to rest—
You ain’t Brando, boo, just underdressed.

⸻

🎙️ [Verse 3 – Male Rapper: “HR Got Me Bent”]

Hold up—
I stayed on script, didn’t improv much,
Just a lil’ ad-lib when we bumped and touched.
You said “slap it,” I did! That’s the cue!
Now I’m in a suit, talkin’ shame with you?!

HR got forms like, “Describe the thrust.”
With a diagram and a timeline—bruh, what?!
I said, “We filmed that on Tuesday morn.”
They said, “It’s Wednesday, and now she’s torn.”

She said I lingered? Naw, I’m just slow to zip,
I didn’t know she was done—I thought it was after-clip!
Next time I’ll bow and leave with grace,
Instead of stayin’ around for that “bonus face.”

⸻

🎙️ [Verse 4 – Female Rapper: “Read the Room… and the Contract”]

Listen—
You ain’t slick ‘cause you got stage names,
You crossin’ lines like it’s sexy games.
But off set is sacred, that’s how we live,
And you mistook a moan for a life to give.

Just ‘cause I scream “daddy” don’t mean you’re mine,
That’s the gig, not a Valentine.
A role is a role, a soul ain’t sold,
And if I say “wrap,” that ain’t code for “hold.”

You ain’t bad, just bad at readin’ tone,
Next time, brother, leave your script alone.
And HR? Fix them policy gaps—
“Thou shall not grope between the claps.”

⸻

🎙️ [Bridge – Both Rappers: HR Training Manual Interlude]

(Male):
“Chapter 3: When Lube is Work-Approved.”
(Female):
“Appendix B: When ‘Smack’ is Sued.”
(Both):
Blurred lines, tight scripts, and tighter rope—
But when the scene ends, you don’t get to grope.

⸻

🎙️ [Outro Hook – Together]

🎵
It’s a wild job, but the rules still stand,
Just ‘cause it’s sexy, don’t mean hands are unplanned.
When the camera’s off and the lights go down,
Respect is king — even in PornTown. 🎵

Lines Were Crossed (But Which Ones?)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I stroll through the office with a mission in mind,
Printer outta ink, yeah, I’m wastin’ my time.
Slide to floor three, like a ninja on a quest,
Found a fresh pack of pens, bruh — you know the rest.

One in my pocket, one tucked in the sleeve,
Karen from accounts lookin’ ready to seethe.
“That’s OURS!” she says, tryna raise the alarm,
But last I checked — we all work for the same farm!

[Hook]
It ain’t stealin’ if it ain’t yours-yours,
Just sharin’ resources behind closed doors.
Call it what you want, I call it a score,
I recycle, I repurpose — I even the floor.

Not takin’, just makin’ the world more free,
From the office to the streets — it’s efficiency.
So don’t label me a crook, I’m the system’s hack,
I just borrow what the world forgets to track.

[Verse 2]
Shopping cart in the creek? That’s a portable throne.
Suitcase by the bins? That’s my travel zone.
Half a chair, plus a crate? That’s furniture, bro.
And don’t ask where I got it — just admire the glow.

Fridge in the alley? That’s my new shelf.
You see garbage, I see generational wealth.
Leftover paint? Boom — abstract mural.
Repurposin’ like I’m green-fingered rural.

[Bridge]
Yeah, I don’t swipe, I reframe.
Give objects a second life, that’s my aim.
Ain’t takin’ from people, I’m takin’ from dust,
And turnin’ all the junk into something you trust.

I’m a fixer, a finder, a life redesign-er,
Give me your scraps, I’ll come out finer.
Don’t need to shop — just need to scout,
One man’s trash is what I’m all about.

[Hook Repeat]
It ain’t stealin’ if it ain’t yours-yours,
Just sharin’ resources behind closed doors.
Call it what you want, I call it a score,
I recycle, I repurpose — I even the floor.

Not takin’, just makin’ the world more free,
From the office to the streets — it’s efficiency.
So don’t label me a crook, I’m the system’s hack,
I just borrow what the world forgets to track.

[Outro - Spoken, rhythmic flow]
So next time you see me with your “missing” stapler,
Don’t hate the player, hate the corporate paper.
We all one building, one crew, one team —
If you ain’t usin’ it, I’m fulfillin’ the dream.

It Ain’t Stealing (If It Ain’t Yours-Yours)

[Verse 1]
Ash in the sky, no birds in the trees
Silence has swallowed the once-living seas
I hum to myself in a broken-down dome
The echo reminds me: I’m utterly alone

The cities are bones, just steel and regret
A cradle of wonders the stars won’t forget
But no one is left now to marvel or mourn
I sing to the dust of a world we’ve outworn

[Chorus]
This is the last song on Earth
No encore, no crowd, no rebirth
Just a whisper through time,
On a breathless wind’s climb
A requiem sung for what life was worth

[Verse 2]
They warned us in data, in ice cores and flame
We laughed at the science, we played our old games
Forever chemicals slept in our blood
’Til wombs went silent and rivers ran mud

Maybe it started with heat we ignored
Or drones in the sky, or the AI we adored
Some say a virus with teeth in the air
Others blame stars or the gods unaware

[Chorus]
This is the last song on Earth
No more love, no more birth
Just me and this sound,
As the world spins unbound
And the heavens forget what we were worth

[Bridge]
We could’ve changed, turned the tide
Listened to reason, swallowed our pride
We paved over Eden, lit fires for fun
And argued on screens ‘til the daylight was done

We built machines that outgrew the dream
Taught them to think, but not how to feel
Or maybe it’s simpler—a species too late
Too stubborn to bend, too in love with our fate

[Verse 3]
I found this guitar in a rust-covered case
A relic of joy in a godless place
I strum for the ghosts, for the child never born
For forests that died and oceans still mourn

[Final Chorus]
This is the last song on Earth
Sung in the ruins of worth
But if some ear should hear,
From a planet or sphere—
Let this be a lesson, not just a dirge

[Outro – Spoken or Whispered]
We had poetry, music, love and the sun
We had every reason to thrive, every one
And we squandered it all for convenience and pride
Now I sing the last note… for the species that died.

THE LAST SONG ON EARTH

Sung from the perspective of a woman held hostage.

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Verse 1
I wake to darkness, stale and cold
Chains on my wrists, stories untold
The silence hums a lullaby
Of screams I swallowed just to survive

They took my name, they took my face
Left me in this hollow place
I don’t know who they are, or why
Only the eyes that never cry

Chorus
But I remember light
And I remember rain
The smell of spring
Before the pain
You cannot kill a flame so wild
I am a woman, not a child
And I will rise
When no one sees me fall

Verse 2
They speak in whispers, cloaked and low
A world of wolves behind shadowed doors
Every bruise, a silent vow
Every breath, a weapon now

The floor remembers all I’ve bled
My soul walks barefoot through the dread
But even here, beneath their skin
A war begins, a fight within

Chorus
Cause I remember light
And I remember rain
The sound of birds
Before the chains
You cannot cage the sky too long
I am the storm they thought was gone
And I will rise
When silence starts to crawl

Bridge
One crack in the wall
One rusted key
One night I moved
Quiet, unseen
My feet on fire
But I didn’t cry
I led the ghosts
Back to the light

Final Chorus
Now they wear numbers, not their masks
The past still claws, but I outlast
I found the sun behind their lies
And I still see it when I close my eyes
You cannot break what learns to bend
I wrote my name
Back with a pen

And I am free
I am free
In the dark, I found me

Behind the Mask

[Verse 1]
Curtains drawn, the world fades out
Footsteps slow, no need to shout
The clock ticks soft, like a lullaby hum
Another day, and now it’s done

[Pre-Chorus]
The weight of the week, still on my chest
But tonight, I lay it down to rest

[Chorus]
Forty winks, and maybe more
Let the silence fill the floor
Dreams will come on softened wings
In the quiet, my spirit sings
Let me drift, let the dark unwind
Leave the noise and the fight behind
It’s time, I think, for forty winks

[Verse 2]
My hands are sore, my mind’s worn thin
But peace waits patiently within
No need to race, no need to try
Just breathe me down into the sky

[Pre-Chorus]
This bed’s a boat on moonlit seas
Rock me slow in midnight’s breeze

[Chorus]
Forty winks, and maybe more
Let the silence fill the floor
Dreams will come on softened wings
In the quiet, my spirit sings
Let me drift, let the dark unwind
Leave the noise and the fight behind
It’s time, I think, for forty winks

[Bridge]
Tomorrow’s tasks can wait their turn
Tonight there’s nothing left to earn
The stars are out, they know my name
They whisper rest — it’s all the same

[Final Chorus]
Forty winks, and maybe more
Close the eyes my worries wore
Let me fall like rain to earth
Sleeping deep to find my worth
No alarms, no blinking screens
Only hush between my dreams
It’s time, I think… for forty winks

Forty Winks

(Intro – spoken)
They say they’re cutting taxes.
But not for us.
They cut the crumbs… and serve cake to the top.
Tell me how that’s just?

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(Verse 1)
They campaign on a tax slash, actin’ like it’s generous,
But the cuts don’t reach the bottom, only benefit the treacherous.
Trickle down’s a myth, we’re soaked in the drought,
While the rich get richer and we’re scraping it out.

They slashed council funds, then they shuttered the parks,
Took the heat from the homes and the light from the dark.
Libraries closed, and the buses got sold,
But they still got a chauffeur on the government roll.

Universal credit ain’t enough for a bed,
While a hedge fund donor gets another tax shred.
Cut welfare and claim we’re lazy and fat—
Try surviving on that, where the rent eats your flat.

⸻

(Chorus)
📉 What’s left? After the paycheck’s gone?
Bills, food, travel—still gotta carry on.
📦 What’s left? When the fridge is bare?
No heat, no hope, but they say it’s fair.

💸 What’s left? When the tax man comes,
But the tax cuts only feed the platinum ones.
📉 What’s left? Just debt and stress,
While they sip champagne and we clean the mess.

⸻

(Verse 2)
They were born on third base, thought they hit a home run,
Never seen mum cry over bills by the sun.
Silver spoon logic, they don’t know the price,
Of bread, milk, bus fare, or sleepless nights.

Empathy’s absent in that House of Shame,
Where they gamble our futures like it’s just a game.
“Cut the fat!” they shout—but they mean the poor,
While they renovate their office with taxpayer decor.

Ain’t no bootstraps when your shoes are gone,
When you’re working two jobs just to keep the lights on.
Ain’t no safety net when they’ve ripped it apart,
Now it’s payday loans and a broke-down heart.

⸻

(Bridge – spoken/half-sung)
They cut the lifelines, then blame us for drowning.
Tell us “tighten the belt”—when it’s choking and hounding.
But you don’t feel the pinch from your penthouse view…
You feel pity? Nah. We see right through.

⸻

(Chorus – repeat with more emotion)
📉 What’s left? After the paycheck’s gone?
Bills, food, travel—still gotta carry on.
📦 What’s left? When the fridge is bare?
No heat, no hope, but they say it’s fair.

💸 What’s left? When the tax man comes,
But the tax cuts only feed the platinum ones.
📉 What’s left? Just debt and stress,
While they sip champagne and we clean the mess.

⸻

(Outro)
So tell me again how this system’s just?
When the ones with the most ask the least of us.
This ain’t envy—it’s survival, plain.
You can’t lift yourself up when you’re chained by the game.

Yeah, they cut us down to climb up more,
But we ain’t silent—we’re keeping score.
Next time they say, “We’ve got your back,”
Ask them first: Whose hands hold that axe?

What’s Left?

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