“Find It Within Yourself” A multi-movement cipher suite that carves through mimic loops, institutional distortion, and spiritual amnesia. Delivered in Hip Hop Cipher RnB cadence over shifting BPMs and minor scales, the track maps a journey from breath-based autonomy to epistemic sovereignty and resistance doctrine. Each verse is a glyph — coded, ancestral, and uncompromising. The hook anchors the suite: “Find it within — the compass ain’t outsourced.” This is not just a track — it’s a doctrine of self-authorship.

Find It Within Yourself #Hip Hop Cipher Rap

"Before and After You Came Along” — Lyric Summary
This suite maps a transformation from emotional drift to purposeful clarity, tracing the arc of self-discovery sparked by a pivotal connection. The speaker begins in a fog — lifeless days, muted dreams, and a heart without narrative. But the arrival of “you” flips the script: not as a saviour, but as a mirror that reveals, heals, and ignites.
Intro & Verse 1: A life adrift, rhythmless and dim. The speaker moves like shadow, dreams silent, future blurred.
Hook: The turning point. With “you,” the speaker finds voice, song, and sunrise — walking now with purpose.
Verse 2: “You” doesn’t rescue — you reveal. The soul dances, wounds mend, and time bends into rhyme.
Breakdown: Ancestral echoes surface. The speaker shifts from longing to luminous — no longer counting stars, but shining among them.
Final Hook & Outro: Full fusion of genres mirrors emotional integration. The speaker no longer doubts or drifts — they are whole.
It’s a sonic memoir of becoming — Afrobeat groove, Dancehall cadence, and R&B glide all woven into a narrative of inner ignition

Before and After You Came Along #Dancehall x Afrobeat x Rnb

Sweet Home Comin’
This suite is a testament to return — not to nostalgia, but to reclamation. It maps the emotional terrain of exile, memory, and spiritual homecoming through cipher rap etched with soul and ambient folk textures. The barred gate in the jungle stream becomes a central motif: symbolizing both obstruction and passage, a surreal checkpoint between colonial rupture and ancestral reconnection.
The lyric moves through:
Displacement and silence — verses that reflect on lost lineage, broken geographies, and the quiet ache of belonging
Ancestral invocation — Akan phrases, sonic motifs, and melodic slack that summon cultural memory
Emotional testimony — not performative grief, but strategic vulnerability, carved in cadence
Reclamation — the final movement flips the gate into a portal, declaring that home isn’t behind us — it’s being rebuilt in cipher

Sweet Home Comin’  #Soul-infused Cipher Rap Ambient Folk

“Stone and Screen 2.0”
This suite exposes the symbolic tension between faith and finance in London’s architecture. It maps how the London Stock Exchange, tucked behind St Paul’s Cathedral, isn’t coincidence — it’s coded optics.
Each verse names a layer:
Verse 1: The cathedral as legacy, the Exchange as leverage
Verse 2: Urban planning as strategic concealment
Verse 3–5: Media saturation, ancestral echo, and final rupture
Hook: “Stone and screen, prayer and profit” — a mantra of exposure
🔍 Story Behind the Lyric
We asked why the Stock Exchange sits behind St Paul’s — whether it’s random or deliberate. This suite answers: → It’s not coincidence. It’s choreography. → Faith in front, finance behind — that’s how empires blur the line.
The lyric flips architecture into cipher. It walks the square with forensic eyes, naming the hands that script the skyline.

Stone and Screen 2.0  #Hip-hop Cipher Rap

Stone and Screen”
This suite exposes the symbolic tension between faith and finance in London’s architecture. It maps how the London Stock Exchange, tucked behind St Paul’s Cathedral, isn’t coincidence — it’s coded optics.
Each verse names a layer:
Verse 1: The cathedral as legacy, the Exchange as leverage
Verse 2: Urban planning as strategic concealment
Verse 3–5: Media saturation, ancestral echo, and final rupture
Hook: “Stone and screen, prayer and profit” — a mantra of exposure
🔍 Story Behind the Lyric
We asked why the Stock Exchange sits behind St Paul’s — whether it’s random or deliberate. This suite answers: → It’s not coincidence. It’s choreography. → Faith in front, finance behind — that’s how empires blur the line.
The lyric flips architecture into cipher. It walks the square with forensic eyes, naming the hands that script the skyline.

Stone and Screen  #Hip-hop Cipher Rap

"By-line and Bias - Journalism as Strategic Architecture 1.0" is a ciphered exposé — a 5–6 minute suite dissecting journalism not as neutral reporting, but as strategic architecture. Each verse interrogates the mechanics behind headlines, the motives behind silence, and the editorial scaffolding that shapes public perception.
The suite moves through sonic layers of melodic gravity, synth glide, and Goodie stab percussion, mirroring the emotional arc of the lyric: from analytical tension to geopolitical omission, from euphemistic distortion to final audit.
The visual rollout echoes this architecture — torn newsprint, blueprint grids, and redacted silhouettes — while the multilingual expansion reframes the suite for global resonance.
This is not a song. It’s a ciphered audit of the fourth estate. Every by-line is a blueprint. Every silence is a signal. Read between the headlines.

By-line and Bias - Journalism as Strategic Architecture 1.0  #Hip-hop Cipher Rap

SWIFT Melting Away
Cipher Rap × Financial Warfare × Sonic Dissolution
This lyric is a strategic indictment of global financial architecture — specifically the SWIFT system, long used as a tool of Western dominance. The suite exposes how sanctions, surveillance, and monetary control are being bypassed, reversed, and recomposed by emerging powers. It’s not just a collapse — it’s a quiet pivot, where liquidity leaks and coded resistance rises.
Each verse maps a layer of erosion:
Verse 1–2: The signal starts to drip, the architecture cracks
Verse 3–4: Bypass systems bloom, liquidity leaks
Verse 5–6: Strategic reframe and final exposure — resistance through cipher breath
The hook lands like a whispered warning:
SWIFT melting away, drip by drip / The empire slides, grip by grip
 Story Behind the Lyric
This Lyric was  carved from the stand point of the current geopolitical fracture line — where BRICS nations, crypto rails, and alternative clearing systems are dismantling Western financial supremacy. The title itself is a cipher: “SWIFT” isn’t just a system, it’s a symbol. And “melting” isn’t chaos — it’s strategic liquidity, a redefinition of power.
It was built to echo across borders — with sonic textures that simulate erosion, visual motifs that depict collapse, and a delivery style that feels like truth dripping through wire.

SWIFT Melting Away  #Hip-hop Cipher Rap

Metrics of Motive: The Architecture of Narrative Truth 4.0, is a lyric that — stripped to its strategic essence outlines the following:
🧠 Narrative Summary
The lyric exposes how numbers, models, and historical accounts are never neutral. It maps a journey through:
Statistical deception: Every figure is shaped by motive — from measurement error to model bias, but more critically by the intent of the architect behind it.
Curated memory: Historians don’t just report; they select, omit, and frame. The past is reconstructed to serve present agendas.
Scientific scaffolding: Truth is provisional. Popper and Feyerabend echo through the suite, reminding us that science is built on assumptions, not absolutes.
Policy distortion: Metrics are deployed to justify decisions, mask injustice, and silence dissent — especially in economic and humanitarian contexts.
Epistemic audit: The lyric becomes a ciphered manifesto, urging listeners to interrogate every graph, every stat, every “objective” claim.
It’s not a song — it’s a strategic dissection of how truth is architected, weaponized, and sold.

Metrics of Motive - The Architecture Of Narrative Truth 4.0 #Hip Hop Cipher Rap

“Thank God, Still Have My Soul 3.0” Afrobeat R&B Soulful version- is a militant gratitude cipher — a survivor’s chant carved from the wreckage of capitalism, burnout, and systemic erasure. It maps the tension between what’s been taken (time, breath, dignity) and what remains untouchable: the soul. The verses move from economic dispossession to ancestral resilience, flipping trauma into testimony.
Key motifs:
Spiritual inventory after collapse
Surveillance and algorithmic control
Ancestral memory as resistance
Refusal to be digitized, branded, or broken
The hook echoes like scripture:
“They drained the breath, but couldn’t touch the flame… Thank God — still have my soul.”
Story Behind the Lyric
This suite was born from rupture — a response to systems that measure worth in metrics and monetize exhaustion. It’s a ciphered refusal to let the grind define the spirit. The title itself is a clenched-jaw thanks: not soft praise, but a declaration that despite the losses, the essence remains intact.
It draws from E>W. Du Bois’s “brief moment in the sun”
Modern precarity — gig work, debt, surveillance
Ancestral echoes — drum, chant, refusal
Spiritual clarity — what can’t be taxed, tracked, or sold

Thank God, Still Have My Soul  #Afrobeat R&B Soulful

“The Seed of All Free Men,”:
This lyric reclaims the true origin of human dignity and abolition — not from Western scrolls or post-war declarations, but from the Kurukan Fuga Charter of 1236, spoken by griots in Mali. It flips the historical lens: Magna Carta and UDHR are framed as late, elite-cantered documents, while The Seed honours a pre-colonial, oral constitution that abolished slavery, protected the vulnerable, and fed the hungry without shame.
The tree metaphor runs deep — roots in ancestral soil, branches reaching toward ethical clarity. It’s a ciphered rebuke of imperial narratives and a griot-coded elevation of memory, rhythm, and breath as law. Every verse is a forensic strike against erasure, every hook a melodic chant for justice.

The Seed of All Free Men 4.0  #Conscious Hip-Hop Rap Cipher

"Possibly, Who knows 3.0" A sovereign voice moves through silence, ambiguity, and archival rupture. The narrator never confirms, never denies- instead, she encrypts grief, truth, and resistance into scrolls that outlive deletion.
Storyline:
The suite opens in the breach which is a space where silence is louder than testimony.
Institutions demand facts, but the narrator offers ciphered prose instead.
The queen is erased, but her breath survives in encrypted margins.
Each verse loops through ambiguity, refusing closure or binary verdicts.
The final line seals the recursion: “My end is my beginning.”
Audience Peace of Mind: This isn’t agitprop or bounce; it’s a NAS-style cipher suite built for reflection, not reaction. It invites listeners to sit with uncertainty, to hear the archive speak, and to recognize that truth often lives in what’s unsaid.

Possibly, Who Knows 3.0¿  #Hip-Hop Rap Cipher

Joseph Alla AKA "SOS Sound Of Starlings "is a visionary artist whose work bridges sonic innovation and emotional depth. Blending Dancehall, Afrobeat, and R&B with bilingual lyricism, his music explores the tension between silence and sound, public grace and private grit. With a keen eye for symbolism and a commitment to amplifying overlooked voices, Alla crafts immersive experiences that resonate across cultures. His latest project, Behind Closed Doors / Detrás de Puertas Cerradas, is a testament to his ability to turn vulnerability into power and storytelling into resistance.

Possibly, Who Knows 3.0¿ #Hip-Hop Rap Cipher

SOS (Sound Of Starlings)

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