Yeah…
Check… check…
Rules don’t fit, I bend that shit.

Your woke commandments in my face,
Caught you crooked in the parking place.
Hands on knees with a plastic grin,
Preach all day then you crawl by sin.

Fake control with a mask too thin,
All that virtue just rot within.
Fear dressed up in a moral suit,
Cheap disguise, but the roots don’t root.

Talk that talk, but the steps don’t land,
Point that finger with a shaky hand.
I see cracks in the code you choose,
I write lines that rewrite your rules.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules.

Young and free, full battery,
Ain’t no cage in the factory.
Keep your shame, your chains, your blame,
I don’t enlist in a broken game.

Too raw, too loud, can’t shut me down,
Tear your sermon, burn your crown.
Scared of chaos so you fake a law,
But I cut deep where your mask got flaws.

Rot in your chest, words decay,
I see fear dressed up as faith.
Say I’m wrong but I won’t obey,
I spit truth in a toxic way.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules

When you’re scared you build fake values,
Paint your fear as virtue statues.
I don’t bend, I break foundations,
Burn your scripts, no limitations.

Disgusting mind, I corrupt the frame,
Break your idols, expose your shame.
Every cage that you build, I tear,
Every code that you write, unfair.

Raw distortion in my veins,
No control, I break your chains.
Call it chaos, call it obscene,
I’m the noise inside your machine.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m vicious,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m corrupt, yeah I’m cruel,
I’m the glitch that rewrites your rules.

Rewrite… the rules…
Rewrite… the rules…

Yeah I’m insane (Alt Rap reload)

Rasta pasta playin' on my boombox
Speakers thumpin' so loud
Make your roof drop
Make you dance on a mountaintop
Let's skank all night long
Y'all

All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
I said
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
I said
All the rude boys inna di dancehall

Love a girl with a heart of gold
When she whine up
Get low
Low
Low
I love the way that she hold me close
I can feel her love inside my soul

All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
I said
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
All the rude boys inna di dancehall
I said
All the rude boys inna di dancehall

All the rude boys

Midnight floorboards groan under a dancer’s slide
Neon sputters low where the alley tries to hide
Trumpet leans in first, sax answers with a sly dare
Down on Twelfth Street’s back room thick with smoky air
Satin women sway slow while the rhythm section grinds
Old boots tapping out truths only the night reminds
We trade riffs like secrets, each line a crooked joke
Living on the groove, bending notes in the smoke
Walls drip heat, counting every beat we earn
City pulse humming hard, now it’s the players’ turn

When the cases close and the alley claims the beat

Riff in the smoke, let the horns call out your name
Call-and-response till sunrise, feel the fire climb the flame
Club lights dim but the groove stays, hearts in the glow
Riff in the smoke, where the late-night legends go

Whiskey rings shining on a beat-up stage rail
Gambler grin, horn man grin, both reading the same tale
Keys crackle quick, strings humming with sweat and pride
Drums knock down uptown gloom where secrets like to hide
We flirt in the groove, trumpet to sax in a crooked line
Feet shuffle dusty boards, time melting like cheap wine
Endurance is the price here, stamina the road
In this midnight chapel of sound, the stories explode
And when the crowd drifts off and the hallway loses sound
We still bend riffs for truth in the empty round

We walk home carrying echoes in the soles of our feet

Riff in the smoke, let the horns call out your name
Call-and-response till sunrise, feel the fire climb the flame
Club lights dim but the groove stays, hearts in the glow
Riff in the smoke, where the late-night legends go

Barroom ghosts drifting where the horn clefs mourn
Street wisdom murmuring in the breaks we’ve worn
Under smoky chandeliers we fight the slipping hope
Till sunrise cracks the chords and cuts the rope

Riff in the smoke, let the horns call out your name
Call-and-response till sunrise, feel the fire climb the flame
Club lights dim but the groove stays, hearts in the glow
Riff in the smoke, where the late-night legends go

Riff in the smoke

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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