78 BPM, E Minor, Vibe: Dark, Melancholic, Prophetic, Instrumentation: Low, continuous upright deep bass, subtle spacey ambient strings, repeating chopped E minor piano chord riff (Em-Am-D-G loop), dusty  stuttered boom-bap drums, , "), [Bridge] Preacher-style spoken word voice, addressing community and unity

Lyrics:
Intro Deep.prophetic voice]
Conceive true deception, multiply it a million fold. Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense that we get 'em confused. The resident evil specialize in misconstruin'. We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'? Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves by not bein' ourselves. We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat. Look at the picture that's painted. Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point where fasshist get all the rights. We fall for fights with fisticuffs, get pissed enough to miss the bus. It disgusts me to see my folks run up on. Stand upon this section of time marked Revelations and recognize this mind-numbin' reality of horror known as mankind. Jesus and his 12 disciples make a righteous number of righteous men. The Devil say the end is the beginnin'. Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics. Stand with us and don't look back upon it, just face this mindstate. Otherwise Babylon.

Like memories of yesterday '26 gon' be that year (x4)

[Rapper 1 use mynvoice Inpsiration]
I bet you never heard of a player with no game. Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame. Take this music dead serious while others entertain. I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang. Them hooks like sellin' lies to poor folks. My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it. I'm confessin' one more lesson from the South, we in the house tonight. We rolls through Headland and Delowe, where me and my comrades would pass the flow. My mind catches flashbacks to the black past. So go 'head and diss it, while real hop-hippers listen. Gather your thoughts! Something's gotta change. Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain. Like memories of yesterday.

[rapper 2 new voice rugged and kdot like but southern]
Uh, born government name but my partners they call me seventy seven. It's the prophet the B-I-G 1, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit son! I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps. 7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas but watchin' your back. You must be cautious, to stayin' up on your game, you must be flawless. You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' your shit and rollin' your eyes back. Flexin' up on the corner, but man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong figure. Don't expect it to be lying' get your index off the trigger. As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the dust. I said my piece and then I hush. As the calendar keeps flippin', homies stay dippin'.


[preachers vpice]
Our dearly beloved, we are gathered like soap is to lather, we come clean. Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean. Oh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on ringin'. On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sangin'. Bringing our folks closer together 'cause they severed us from the get green light. No one is free when others are oppressed. So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest. Growin' old.

[Outro Trademarks]
Seventy Seven Studioz
Lets Make a Grammy out of thin air!
Shhh. That Rhymed! OutKKKASSTTSS!
I am your souls darkest secrets keeper! Mooo0000 Hoo Hahahahahhahaha!
Florida Breakbeat, Southern Jazz Funk Soul,..... with a touch of that NYC, Seattle and 419 riz!
Michelle Obama 2028!

SvNt7 - ReRub_ OouTKKK@$t -BabbleOn!_013_ 😉

Break Beat Mafia 💓 👟 
Seventy Seven StudioZ 🎙 
PLUR