fuck your super macho
leader (de-facto)
shirt arm stretchin'
no affection
lifestyle

MC Debris makes music for broken calculators and haunted spreadsheets—part spoken-word incantation. His work blends esoteric monologue with glitchy beats, channeling the spirit of MF Doom through the logic of a cursed equation. Words drift in and out of meter like they’re dodging something. Nothing’s explained, everything’s felt. “I said to the client, the price is X. I don’t know why—it just feels good.” That’s the doctrine. That’s the math.

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