uhhh basically this is a companion piece to the previous one! more proper tracks here. enjoy!

Чорная Расса - Тевирп ★ [Конспирологический Реп]  
1.  МЫ ПРОТИВ КАПИТАЛА
2. ДВА ВОСЕМЬ ДВА

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ДВА ВОСЕМЬ ДВА

МЫ ПРОТИВ КАПИТАЛА

Difficulty in the process of living

The second stand-alone single before the main project comes out..

[[LYRICS]]
Holding cold for winter’s sake, all the warmth were sought
He wont breakin dem all
Our sun always gets to the dawn, finger shift not to self-exhaust
Oh, lost on the edge, the waster fell
Till it finds the gracious elm
It should board the lone to the boat
To let em go

The feeling of feared fleas with a smeared peace
Piles up in me, deer sleep
Right next to the sheer sense with no clear lens
Overlook it ‘fore I’d show the set
The map gets too stretched 
With the ghost tent, got my neck jabbed for a cheque
They just dont worth shit, had to burn it to leave, not meet they flag
The entire camping guest made me drag, couldve discern all the cell
With a grain of salt, this little swarm made me so unwell
Felt stuck in a piece of brick, I couldnt help myself, need to thaw out all my health
Need a filling flask that keeps my shell from hell
Must stop this dream hopping
Take a day off from cycling
Ingest painkillers for my soft skin
Slow-flow climbing can be tiring
I need every single wantings
Hiding from the nightshades’ picnic since
Tried they berries, just a pinch
It threw me to a hole that made me fully sink down, I need to climb out
Wanna be on-air with the page I want to be
Just need to hold the boats together
Each days a Battleship, work fo’ Peace
Been on a spurt from danger, gone through the chambers
Yet, not tracked the flack o’ sheep
So i have to get upstairs from bed, to fully breath
Instead of search on how to sleep well

I have a need to go delve to a space
Where the star was twelve ‘n’ still buildin taste
I would throw away all the bad crates
Get the real shit but its too late
Ive made a canvas just for myself
Bury there for months, paintin my realm
Delude accuracy, tuck away the bell
Till i couldnt find it’s face
Must have to sell the cans
And open ma store with many clamps 
Cannot grow the bread wit no trainin plan
Passions’ the gold to show off, can only stand for
Could have had it, Ive slept on a bench
For years, Ive wasted my turbines
The garden got filled wit termites
‘Fore I saw a light

Holding cold for winter’s sake, all the warmth were sought
He wont breakin dem all
Is it all for a naught?


The Dawn of Dreaming

A blistering, high-voltage rap assault that tears into corruption, profiteering, and the endless churn of global conflict.
4TRAX delivers razor-sharp bars, futuristic beats, and a no-holds-barred commentary on the gears of the war economy.

🎧 Nerdcore meets battle rap with cyberpunk grit.
⚡ Audit everything. Fear nothing.

2. AUDIT THE WAR MACHINE

“Bank Run Ballet” is boom-bap noir with a swing in its step and menace in its grin. 4TRAX waltzes through the shadow economy, cutting the strings on payday tuxedos and pirouetting fraud right off the floor. Upright bass and dusty snares keep the rhythm while cash-counter clicks punctuate every audit bar.

This isn’t protest—it’s a hostile takeover in rhyme. From builder-share dividends to code-clean compliance, 4TRAX lays out a future where equity replaces tip jars and value flows home. The hook spins like a crooked waltz, but the blade drops clean: debt dies quick when the people get paid.

3. BANK RUN BALLET

“Clerical Overdraft” is a gospel-trap confessional wrapped in steel-toed truth. 4TRAX steps into the pulpit not to preach, but to cross-examine, laying bare the gulf between holy words and hollow wallets. Organ swells and choir stabs ride over 808 glides, while call-and-response vocals trade fire and grace.

This isn’t an attack on faith—it’s a rally against the grift. From diamond-ring pulpits to darkened kitchens, the verses cut like stained-glass shards, exposing the ledgers behind the sermons. The hook flips the collection plate into a mic stand, demanding the real saints feed mouths, not bank vaults. By the outro, it’s amen in steel, hallelujah in code, and gospel for the open road.

4. CLERICAL OVERDRAFT

“MEDIA PATCH: ZERO-DAY” is a glitch-drill broadcast from the underground, where 4TRAX plays both anchor and saboteur. Headlines crumble under socket-wrench rhymes, modem squeals slice through corporate signal chains, and every drop feels like a bootloader rewrite for the truth.

Granular chops glitch the pulse, reversed claps snap in stuttered revolt, and detuned female vox drift like intercepted IDs. This is open-source warfare against spin—rooting the frame, jailbreaking speech, and transmitting sovereign light through blackout.

5. MEDIA PATCH_ ZERO‑DAY

“PRIOR AUTH DENIED” is a dark-trap lament forged in the waiting rooms and pharmacy lines of a system that profits off pain. 4TRAX delivers verses like cold insurance letters read aloud by the very people they harm—detuned piano tolls like a funeral bell while 808 slides drag chains across the floor.

This is rage sharpened into resolve: mobile clinics in vans, commissary-linked health hubs, QR-tracked supplies, and community care built from stubborn gold. The hook rips through the red tape, swapping denial stamps for people’s lamps, because real care isn’t authorized—it’s demanded and delivered.

6. PRIOR AUTH DENIED

“PERMIT THIS” is punk-trap at its most defiant—a thunder stride against the paper walls that slow down real work. 4TRAX spits in inspector tone, then rips it apart with socket-roar deliveries, backed by fuzz bass and brake-check drops. Crowd chants turn ordinance into uproar, melting red tape into open grills.

It’s not rebellion for rebellion’s sake—every HACCP record, water check, and safety protocol is locked down tight. But when a code delays hunger relief, the block answers with fast hats, gang yells, and the scent of justice in the air. This is bureaucracy vs. builders, and the people already have the permit in spirit.

7. PERMIT THIS

9. (SECRET) CITIES OF LIGHT — For Jacque Fresco

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