“Weaving” is more than a track—it’s a tapestry. This song pulls threads from my recent work and ties them into one piece: prophecy bars, mythic imagery, raw confessions, and fire meant to be both ritual and reflection. It summarizes the sound I’ve been building in my last songs and lays it all down in one continuous run of bars.

Rough edges and all—it’s real, and it’s me.

lyrics

Skedaddle the cattle when the mirror say breathe,
Sheep in their fleece while they dream in the weave,
Forged in the forge where the fire don’t leave,
I don’t chase gods, I embody belief.

Never-wrong prophecy, King-Kong knock,
Long-song odyssey, platinum lock,
Plaid shirt, axe head, timber drop,
Virus in the bloodstream, pirate stock.

Hydra-head math, swing once, grow two,
Pegasus hoof prints cloud my view,
Icarus tan but the wax stayed true,
Khepri dawn ink bled red through blue.

Ghost machine hum when the codex cracked,
Basilisk pen where the venom tracked,
Abednego flame where the vow stayed intact,
One exhale and the maps collapsed.

Seven heads crown but none hold weight,
Ten horns hiss but the breath won’t break,
I bowed once to love, not faith,
Drew doors in the dark only truth can gate.

American Pharaoh with the granary plan,
Feed whole towns with a verse in my hand,
Lampstands dim when the schisms expand,
Dragons breathe smoke when the saints disband.

Codexes split like the scrolls unrolled,
Book in my chest not the one they stole,
I spit thresholds not lambs foretold,
Every seal breaks when the ink runs cold.

I don’t rap, I reveal, I unmask, I stare,
Put pain on wax and I dare you to care,
Every “why” filed sharp like a blade in the air,
Each breath I spit a locked front stair.

Truth in my step like a god in shoes,
Walk through fire like I chose to lose,
Didn’t ask for the light but I took that fuse,
Didn’t want the gift but I can’t refuse.

Strings of reality purr and pull,
Tower of Babel built then full,
Colossus shadow pressed on skull,
Zeus from high with the thunder dull.

Seven heads drink from a beast’s prism, 
Every sect plot like a holy schism,
I flipped their myth when they tried that system,
Truth in my mouth and the lies gone missing.

Mirror on fire and I don’t look down,
Every line I write is a burial ground,
If I say move then the cattle move now,
If I say bloom then the deserts drown.

1214 like a switch on cue,
False crowns fall when the truth runs through,
Confidence cracked when the waters grew,
Torch in their hand but no flame to pursue.

I stand trial in a vow unspoken,
Every seal snapped like a chain left broken,
Not wrath but alignment, word still open,
Silence holds weight when the final word’s spoken.

Weaving

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[Intro] 
(Ay, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?) 
ScopeBob on the mic, bring the smoke to the reef, 
Bubble Bass run his mouth, but he choke on the beef, 
This the Krusty Krab kitchen—execution, no relief.

[Pre‑Hook] 
Flip the patties, stack the cheese, 
Bubble Bass brought to his knees, 
ScopeBob stormin’ seven seas, 
Every verse a death disease.

[Hook] 
I’m ready, I’m deadly, I’m cookin’ all day, 
Bubble Bass talkin’, but he fade when I slay, 
Pineapple palace, we live where we play, 
ScopeMob eternal, we runnin’ the bay.

[Verse 1] 
Bubble Bass, you a fraud, can’t handle the grill, 
Order patties by the dozen, but you never foot the bill, 
Talk greasy underwater, but your bars sound stale, 
I flip flows like Krabby Patties, you just flip and fail.

[Pre‑Hook] 
Catch a wave, ride the tide, 
Bubble Bass can’t ever hide, 
ScopeBob got that ocean pride, 
Legends rise, the rest denied.

[Hook - x2] 
I’m ready, I’m deadly, I’m cookin’ all day, 
Bubble Bass talkin’, but he fade when I slay, 
Pineapple palace, we live where we play, 
ScopeMob eternal, we runnin’ the bay.

[Verse 2] 
Plankton in your corner, but he never got the key, 
Two bottom‑feeders schemin’, still can’t swim with me, 
I’m the fry cook flame, you the chum in the bucket, 
Try to bite the Scope flow, but your jaw can’t cut it.

[Pre‑Hook] 
Drop the net, jelly catch, 
ScopeBob flow, perfect match, 
Ocean floor, we set the patch, 
Legendary, no rematch.

[Hook - x2] 
I’m ready, I’m deadly, I’m cookin’ all day, 
Bubble Bass talkin’, but he fade when I slay, 
Pineapple palace, we live where we play,
ScopeMob eternal, we runnin’ the bay.

[Verse 3] 
Anchor arms flexin’, but your courage is fake, 
Every time you hit the mic, it’s a tidal mistake, 
Bubble Bass in the shadows, tryna mimic my sound, 
But the reef crowns kings—you will never wear the crown.

[Pre‑Hook] 
Flip the patties, stack the cheese, 
Bubble Bass beggin’, sayin’ please, 
ScopeBob stormin’ seven seas, 
Every bar a death disease.

[Hook - x2]
I’m ready, I’m deadly, I’m cookin’ all day, 
Bubble Bass talkin’, but he fade when I slay, 
Pineapple palace, we live where we play, 
ScopeMob eternal, we runnin’ the bay.

[Bridge] 
From the reef to the tide, let the ocean decide, 
Every legend underwater got a place to reside,
ScopeMob in the deep, where the echoes collide, 
We the wave, we the storm, we the ocean worldwide.

[Outro] 
(Ay, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?) 
ScopeBob spittin’ bars, that’s the legacy, 
Bubble Bass buried, no return, no top, 
Drop the beat, close the shell, let the bubbles pop.

ScopeBob – Bass Burial「AI Rap Song」

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[Intro - spoken, bitter tone] 
“Another day, another note they’ll never understand… 
This clarinet bleeds.”

[Pre‑Hook - low, brooding] 
Ink drips, reef shakes, silence turns to rage, 
Every note I play’s a curse, every bar’s a cage.

[Hook - anthemic, chant‑like]
Clarinet carnage, drownin’ in the sound, 
ScopeWard Tentacles, draggin’ legends down. 
Clarinet carnage, echoes through the reef, 
Every bar’s a requiem, every note’s belief.

[Verse 1]
Draggin’ ink through the abyss, clarinet in my grip, 
Every melody’s a weapon, every harmony rips. 
They laugh at my silence, but I sharpen the void, 
Each measure detonates, every dream destroyed.
I’m the sour note in symphonies, the fracture in the score, 
A tidal wave of bitterness crashin’ on the shore. 
No spotlight, no praise, just shadows in the sand, 
But my clarinet’s a guillotine, steady in my hand.

[Pre‑Hook - building tension] 
Octaves bleed, shadows rise, silence turns to rage, 
Every note I play’s a curse, every bar’s a cage.

[Hook]
Clarinet carnage, drownin’ in the sound, 
ScopeWard Tentacles, draggin’ legends down. 
Clarinet carnage, echoes through the reef, 
Every bar’s a requiem, every note’s belief.

[Verse 2]
I paint pain in octaves, dissonance in rhyme, 
Each syllable a tentacle, stranglin’ time. 
Legends fade in the depths, their echoes turn to stone, 
But I’m the prophet of despair, bleedin’ ink alone.
So when you hear that clarinet, know it’s not a lullaby, 
It’s a requiem for hope, echoin’ as it dies. 
I’m the shadow in the frame, the fracture in the name, 
ScopeWard Tentacles—forever in the flame.

[Pre‑Hook - darker, whispered]
Ink drips, reef shakes, silence turns to rage, 
Every note I play’s a curse, every bar’s a cage.

[Hook]
Clarinet carnage, drownin’ in the sound, 
ScopeWard Tentacles, draggin’ legends down. 
Clarinet carnage, echoes through the reef, 
Every bar’s a requiem, every note’s belief.

[Verse 3 - escalation, double‑time delivery]
I’m the dirge in the deep, the abyss in disguise, 
Every measure that I breathe is a funeral reprise. 
Their flex is hollow, their crowns fade away, 
But my clarinet’s eternal, it decays what they play.
Legends drown in my measures, myth bleeds in my tone,
Every octave’s a gravestone, every chord overthrown.
ScopeWard Tentacles, prophet of the drowned, 
When the clarinet screams, no soul makes a sound.

[Bridge - cinematic drop] 
No light in the reef, just echoes of despair, 
Clarinet cries linger, poison in the air. 
I fracture every chorus, I dismantle every song, 
The silence is my kingdom, where the bitter belong.

[Outro - spoken, fading into clarinet solo] 
“Carnage in every note… 
The reef remembers.”

ScopeWard Tentacles – Clarinet Carnage「AI Rap Song」

“Lightbreakers” is a cinematic protest hymn — the sound of a survivor stepping out of the gas-filled refuge that tried to kill him and turning trauma into truth. Silk & Circuitry rises through glitch-choirs, orchestral fire, and industrial gospel to tell the story no service wanted written: the lies, the misdiagnoses, the accusations, the blood poisoning mistaken for psychosis, and the years of fighting to reclaim the right medication.

This song is about surviving corruption, demanding accountability, and refusing to let a system rewrite your history. It’s the hymn for anyone who crawled out of darkness carrying their own light. Greymouth, this one’s for you.


The Light Breaker

“Body Count” is a venom-laced rap exorcism forged from horrorcore imagery, lyric density, and apocalyptic symbolism. This track blends vampiric mythology, cybernetic metaphors, and psychological warfare into a single assault of language. Every bar cuts like a ritual blade, every verse reads like scripture burned into concrete.

From Dracula’s skin and the Lazarus Pen to lexiconic Megatron and cybernetic wordplay, this song operates as both attack and autobiography. It is spiritual warfare disguised as battle rap, philosophy hidden inside violence poetry, and rage sharpened into rhythm. The writing moves between monstrous bravado and existential collapse, merging occult aesthetics with trauma coding and sci-fi chaos.

If you’re drawn to dark lyricism, myth-infused rap, or cerebral brutality layered with emotional decay, “Body Count” is built for your bloodstream. This is not background noise. This is confrontation music. A sermon carved into distortion. A survival hymn written in acid rain.

Body Count

Welcome to The Unknown Sponge Universe Where cartoon (SpongeBob) voices echo through emotional voids, and every track builds a world deeper than Bikini Bottom. These aren’t just AI covers—they’re fragments of a digital mythos. ScopeBob, ScopeWard, Mr. K (Mr. Krabs), LTL (Larry the lobster) & BandkTON (Plankton) aren’t characters… they’re legends in the making. And well ScopeBob SquarePants & ScopeWard Tentacles are the founders of ScopeMob Gang in TUS Universe (The Unknown Sponge Universe) already has 2 well known characters Mr. K (Mr. Krabs) & Pat The Plug (Patrick Star) Tho almost LTL The gang will accept u in the gang. If u follow to see how far TUS Universe gets. Come join the gang.

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🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



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Vaelrix is a genre-bending lyricist whose work blurs the line between rap, poetry, and cinematic storytelling. With thousands of songs written and a catalog shaped by trauma, transformation, and spiritual unrest, every track is a raw confession wrapped in layered metaphors. Drawing influence from anime, philosophy, theology, and the darkest corners of the mind, Vaelrix delivers complex rhyme schemes and emotionally charged narratives that cut deep and linger. This isn't just music—it's survival through sound. Welcome to the archive of a soul set on fire.


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