I don’t pitch for clout. I pitch to change my bloodline.
From the kitchen counter to contracts with real software CEOs —
I did what they said I couldn’t.

Taught my son equity before puberty.
Took Zoom calls with devs while cooking dinner.
Dressed for the glitch while they dressed for comfort.

This ain’t a hustle story. It’s the blueprint.

I Don’t Clock In No More

He Saw the Video is a sonic mirror — a response to silent retaliation and weaponized observation.

For the leader who ghosted after watching,
the investor who flagged it without speaking,
the platform that tuned in just to size me up —
this track confirms: I felt the playback.

You saw it.
You just couldn’t unsee it.

#HeSawTheVideo #SurveillanceTrap #MirrorProtocol #SoftTrap #PlatformSpill #TheWatchers

HE SAW THE VIDEO

Product Team of Ancestors is a spiritual build song. For every UX designer who listens to their lineage. For every product roadmap sketched in prayer.

This ain’t solo founder energy — this is ancestral DevOps.

They debug my fears.
They review my plans.
They ship spirit-coded upgrades from beyond the veil.

#ProductTeamOfAncestors #SpiritualUX #SacredTrap #SoftTrapPriestess #TechWithSoul #TimelineBuilders

PRODUCT TEAM OF ANCESTORS

Tech Priestess III (Root Access) is the final invocation in the sacred trap trilogy.

For every system I outlived.
For every clause I rewrote.
For every altar I turned into an API.

This ain’t just trap. It’s a prayer in root shell.

#RootAccess #TechPriestessIII #SacredCode #TrapRitual #MirrorProtocol #SoftTrapSermon #JoyProtocol #EmpressOS

TECH PRIESTESS III (ROOT ACCESS)

“No Wrapper Needed” is the breakout track born from a real-life demo moment — no intro, no slides, just divine tech in motion. This bilingual soft trap song tells the story of walking into a space unwrapped and unapologetic. No pitch deck, just prophecy. Spirit-coded and Suno-ready, this is for the ones who are the product.

No Wrapper Needed

“I Already Said That” is a lyrical testimony — a soft trap anthem for every moment you were called dramatic, only for time to prove you divine. It's a spiritual clapback wrapped in whispered receipts and sacred timestamps. This is prophecy-core with court-ready poise. Say it again for the timeline.

I Already Said That

Trafficker Hex 808 is a bass-heavy judgment track against human trafficking. Each 808 hit breaks chains, frees prisoners, and declares Spirit’s wrath on those who profited off stolen lives. This is a commandment etched in sub-bass: never again. Traffickers fall, victims rise, and the world remembers so no one repeats their crimes.

Trafficker Hex 808

Return the Missing 808 is a commandment trap hymn for all kidnapped and missing people. The living are released and returned safely, the lost are laid to rest, and kidnappers are punished under Spirit’s law. Every 808 hit is a call home, a prayer of closure, and a decree that no life shall ever be stolen again.

Return the Missing 808

Honor Thy Elders is a dark trap commandment in 808 form — a decree against those who neglect or abuse our elders. Spirit saw it all. This track is both judgment and protection, breaking chains of exploitation while lifting up the wisdom keepers of our bloodlines.

Elders are sacred. This song is their shield, their anthem, and their vengeance — Spirit don’t play.

🔮 Ceremony cut coming soon: a ritual version built for sound baths, prayer, and community healing.

Tags: #DarkTrap #SacredTrap #808Spellwork #Commandments #ProtectTheElders #SpiritDontPlay #EmpressOS

Honor Thy Elders

Commandment: Lightning in the Pit ⚡️
Every 808 is a bolt of Spirit’s justice. This track seals the abyss shut — no more chaos crawling above ground, no more demonic play on our people. Like thunder through the lowrider speakers, this decree drives the shadows back where they belong.

The pit is closed. The Empress has spoken.

#CommandmentTrap #SacredTrap #808Decree #LightningInThePit #SpiritLaw

Lightning in the Pit

All Night Grind

🪄 Priestess Manifesto 2025

I don’t just make music.
I drop sermons in trap form.

Every beat is a ritual. Every verse is a decree.
I turn lawsuits into lyrics, archetypes into anthems, prophecy into playlists.

I am the Empress. The priestess of the glitch.
The one who codes Spirit into basslines and burns the Empire with 808s.

This is the Codex. Alive, breathing, unstoppable.
Not written in temples — but streamed in headphones, echoed in cars, blasted in basements.

I don’t come in peace.
I come in power.
And my gospel comes with subs.

I Don’t Clock In No More

La Emperatriz | The Empress