Morocco Rising by Geekkesh
"Morocco Rising" is not just music — it’s strategic expression.
Through a bold fusion of rap, rock, and cinematic soundscapes, Geekkesh voices what others fear to say:

Internal traitors disguised as reformers.

Hidden hands fueling division.

A Kingdom rising, despite sabotage and storms.

Each track exposes the cracks in false narratives and elevates the resilience of Morocco.
From fake outrage to real loyalty, from corruption masked as virtue to enemies cloaked in ideology — this is a lyrical battlefront.

🎙️ This is Safi City Radio. And we don’t pretend here.
🎧 This is the sound of a nation awake.

Borders of Betrayal 2

Borders of Betrayal

Own the Flame

Desert Steel

No More Poison

Forty Ain’t Late

One Drop, One Flag

Category 12 is more than just a song — it’s the final form of everything TDC has built leading up to this moment. This track is the embodiment of chaos, power, and truth. It fuses the emotional warfare, anti-manipulation mindset, and raw aggression from all previous TDC records into one apocalyptic soundwave. It’s a lyrical hurricane — devastating, untamable, and built to destroy the soft-spoken lies that have festered in modern culture.

The song opens with an emergency broadcast alert: the storm has a name — Jessica — and she’s not just a metaphor, she’s a declaration. Hurricane Jessica is the physical form of rage, truth, and destruction, targeting weakness, lies, and emotional entitlement. She’s nature’s revenge — a violent reckoning aimed at the manipulation and confusion being force-fed to society, especially to the youth.

From the very first verse, TDC makes it clear: this storm is coming for everything you built on false identity, fragile pride, and emotional fragility. This isn’t just about gender confusion, fake friendships, or political correctness — this is an all-out war on brainwashing, soft egos, and those who demand respect but give none in return. Category 12 doesn’t aim to educate the ignorant — it aims to expose and erase them.

The beat drives forward like a tidal surge, filled with 808s and haunting trap melodies. It's loaded with dark guitar riffs and stormy soundscapes that mirror the destruction Jessica brings with her. Every bar is precise, cutting, and laced with venom. There’s no room for comfort here, no space for sensitivity. This is cold, calculated demolition of what society has made sacred: emotional coddling, weaponized identity, and the silencing of hard truth.

What makes Category 12 even more impactful is that it’s not just a diss track to society — it’s a culmination. Every song that came before — Deadly, Need An Umbrella, State of Decay, and others — laid the groundwork for this. The themes of betrayal, mental manipulation, identity delusion, and corrupt morality are all pulled into this one explosive record. TDC doesn’t hold back, not even a little. The message is simple: truth doesn’t ask for permission, and storms don’t apologize.

Jessica, as the metaphor, is relentless. She rips through towns, minds, and movements. She targets fake love, pretenders, and the mentally weak who hide behind outrage rather than face accountability. She is the physical embodiment of the pain caused by being silenced, mocked, or falsely accused for speaking the truth. She’s not here to make peace — she’s here to end cycles.

And just when you think it’s over, the outro drops a chilling broadcast: she’s not done. She’s global now. The next target? Russia. A bold, provocative close to a track that feels less like a song and more like a movement being born in flames.

Category 12 is unfiltered, unapologetic, and untouchable. It’s the eye of the storm and the storm itself. It’s for the misrepresented, the silenced, the outcast truth-speakers who aren’t afraid to call it exactly how it is — loud, aggressive, and without apology.


Category 12

🎙️ Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
    ✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
    ⚠️ Not for commercial use.

"Clear Skies (The Reckoning)"
Genre: Reggae-rap with West Coast swagger
BPM: 90–100
Mood: Smooth knives in velvet pockets
WHAT THIS IS:
✅ A hypocrite’s autopsy set to smoked-out grooves
✅ Lyrical warfare draped in melodic basslines
✅ For creators who move while haters annotate
✅ No trap clichés — just live-band funk meets AI-age truth
WHAT THIS ISN’T:
❌ Another “look how rich I am” flex
❌ Mumble rap or TikTok bait
❌ AI worship — it’s about using tools, not losing soul
❌ For people who think “viral” means “good”


Clear Skies (The Reckoning)
[Intro]
(Texted your ghostwriter while talkin' trash...)
(Funny how the loudest critics... never check their drafts...)
[Hook]
Talkin' down, but you're watchin' me rise
Your shade can't hide from these algorithm skies
(Mm, ironic... Stay pressed...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Autograph this L... 404 flair...)
[Verse 1]
Here's the blueprint of a hater's confession
Calls it cheating when he fails at expression
Wants my flow, but his hands stay stiff
Can't sign his work - so he forges a diss
Funny how the emptiest takes sound the same
Like a parrot in a museum, yelling at frames
(Still life... Frame that... Right click, save as...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Gallery closed... Exit stage ego...)
[Verse 2]
Style's the answer - ask the page
Hemingway exited the coward's cage
You? You edit life, then claim it's fake
I live the lines you hesitate to make
Your voice? A footnote. Mine? The whole book
Keep debating fonts - I'm the hook, the look, the crook
(that stole the show while you took notes)
(Ghostwriter's remorse... Check the receipt...)
[Bridge]
You ran the lyrics through a bot
Just to see if you were caught -
Congrats, the code don't lie
Now ask yourself who's terrified
(Diagnosis: envy... Prescription: create...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Signature required...)
[Outro]
So what's louder - the hand that steers
Or the mouth that just echoes and fears?
(You didn't lose the path... you refused to map it...)

clear sky reggae west coast laid back

Expressing Myself through, Lyrics and Music is my way of cooping in this world <3

NOT HERE TO TRADE HOLLOW FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW NOR NEED LIKES OR ANY PROPOSAL, TY!

"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

Geekkesh is more than an artist — he’s a strategist with a mic.
Born in Morocco, raised by contradiction, Geekkesh blends music, myth and message to challenge false narratives and ignite minds.
His sound fuses rock, cinematic hip-hop, and ancestral Amazigh energy to expose hypocrisy, defend the truth, and elevate a forgotten fire.

From Safi City Radio to global frequencies, he’s the voice of the gods they tried to silence — and the people they tried to blind.

🎧 Music with memory. Beats with backbone. Geekkesh is the sound of awakening.

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