Haven't Cared Since, a beat tape by Manic Beats

Haven't Cared Since

Jumping Out the Roof

Traffic

Selfish

Relics

See Through

Eucalyptus

A virtuosic piano leads lush orchestral textures through bold FX and 3D mix layers.
Reversed samples, granular twists, and chamber-style beats push classical into new sound frontiers.

Hyper Piano (Hyper Classical reload)

This song is part of a Conscious Rap album; it makes sense within this concept album.

You call it a holiday
We call it a warning

We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Scroll if you want, the spell still waits
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
History hits harder than the lies you create
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Laugh all you want, revenge uploads late
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
We curse your feed, accept your fate

T’áá hwó’ ajít’éego nihídziil
Doo shaa niníná doo, nihíji’ nitʼéé’

You sit at the table claiming peace in your name
You carve up a turkey and forget who came
First we welcomed you in, then you took the land
Now you post cute pics with a pumpkin in hand
We see your captions, gratitude play
While our stolen past climbs up your display
You call it tradition, we call it theft
You thank the light while we mourn what's left
So we logged in strong with the ancestors rage
Turning every platform to a protest stage
Each like on your post is a scar on the map
Every share is a wound that refuses to nap

We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Scroll if you want, the spell still waits
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
History hits harder than the lies you create
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Laugh all you want, revenge uploads late
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
We curse your feed, accept your fate

T’áá hwó’ ajít’éego nihídziil
Doo shaa niníná doo, nihíji’ nitʼéé’

We dropping maledictions on your Facebook wall
Hex in your inbox, shadows in your call
We tag your dinner with a truth you hide
Native blood echoes through your Wi-Fi tide
Your family selfie is a scene of crime
That bright little filter cannot mask time
You forgot the story, we kept the score
We do not forgive, we do not ignore
So we charm your algorithm with ancestral spite
Let every post glitch when you sleep at night
May your stuffing burn and your gravy split
This is justice served with a digital hit

We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Scroll if you want, the spell still waits
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
History hits harder than the lies you create
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Laugh all you want, revenge uploads late
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
We curse your feed, accept your fate

T’áá hwó’ ajít’éego nihídziil
Doo shaa niníná doo, nihíji’ nitʼéé’

We rise from the stories they tried to erase
Names in the smoke with a warrior face
Your holiday smiles cannot drown the past
Our truth moves slow but it hits you fast
So we chant in the code of the online storm
Ancient wrath printed in a modern form
If you think we quiet, you misread the signs
Our spirit still hunts in your comment lines
Your timeline shaking from the spells we drop
Your mentions fill up and they will not stop
Thanksgiving rotten in the roots you praised
Our fire is back and the land is raised

We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Scroll if you want, the spell still waits
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
History hits harder than the lies you create
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
Laugh all you want, revenge uploads late
We curse your feed, we curse your plate
We curse your feed, accept your fate

T’áá hwó’ ajít’éego nihídziil
Doo shaa niníná doo, nihíji’ nitʼéé’

You call it a feast
We call it a fight
The past is awake
And the future bites

We curse your feed

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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