prod wish, blxty , kuru

i sip only red
i speak only bread
if you not talking bout money please do not hit send
if you talking bout a feature come wit cash2spend
they like trin you is the movement always setting trends x2

@blxty

bae make a wish
my face hurt like a bitch
these painkillers not working
i want you i want this
can't lie i'm always lurking
can't lie i'm always nervous
i open twitter i @ grok
i ask what's my purpose
i been crashin
baby like my fashion
i got so much on my fucking head
wanna smash it
i can tell you don't want no fucking attachement
tryna fly up out the window belt unfastened 
i don't want no fucking pity
i don't want no fucking ugh
shawty said she wanna talk to me
her love is like a drug
and i know i'm fucking up
i know i'll never be enough
and it sucks
and it


why u wanna die, like why u so sad
yeah i think i lost the one & i cant go back
sent a message i just wonder if you wrote back
big ass choppas on my lap ts got blow back

i just got me some new shoes
number 1 you number 2
im not tryna see yo blood close my eyes when i shoot
you dont got alot of trust im like baby what i do
now im scared to fall in love after what you put me through

i sip only red
i speak only bread
if you not talking bout money please do not hit send
if you talking bout a feature come wit cash2spend
they like trin you is the movement always setting trends x2

red ft blxty

Live By Your Word
© 2011 by Eric Carl Dahl

Got a friend, he’s a car mechanic
Says fixing broke-down cars is not his niche
There are so many mechanics
and he’s not trying to get rich.
He’s an honest man, that’s a lifelong position
His niche is being an honest mechanic
He says there’s no competition.

These are some broke-down days
In case you haven’t heard.
Gonna get confused and lost in the maze
Unless you live by your word.

Came here looking for a job,
stranger said she’d get me on track.
When she called with work, I was so grateful and surprised
She said, “Did you think
I wouldn’t call back?”
I said, “Maybe I’m not used to
people doing what they say.”
She said, “In these parts
you better do what you promise
Or you have to move away.”

These are some broke-down days —

The way you waited to attack
until I’d given all I’ve given
And the way you went blank
as you knifed me in the back
Are the true signs of the times we live in.

These are some broke-down days
In case you haven’t heard.
Gonna get confused and lost in the maze
Unless you live by your word.

Live By Your Word

Bandcamp

prod @bound2return & @cruseyyyy
feat  @7akkiro
master @esssoh
art @cheetoed

🍀
bitch im #1 (what)
tab under my tongue (what)
tripping off the pills i think i need another one
i keep facing all these woods i need another blunt
brodie claiming that he knew me dont know who you was

i can be yo savior
got a mansion wit a thousand acres
and some m's to my name with no labor
got a ounce of the gas need sumn papers

yea i turned my phone off for the whole night
baby i cant love you but its alright
high asl i cant sleep until the sunrise 
ive been geeked out my body for a long time x2

[@7akkiro]
spend sum racks up on my belt
i been doing well
onto new things
i cant kiss and tell
want a ft he paying prices
im onto new things 
i make sure that i like it

i cant save no hoe
i cant be there not no more
yea yk im living good 
but i cant provide no more
roll another blunt
never running out of runts
i js keep it to myself
cause im always on the front

im onto new things 
cop me a new piece i filled it up with diamonds
switching up my style so im putting up my prices
tripling my funds cause yk i roll the dices

yea i turned my phone off for the whole night
baby i cant love you but its alright
high asl i cant sleep until the sunrise 
ive been geeked out my body for a long time x2

prod @bound2return
feat @clean
master @esssoh
art @cheetoed

@clean

fell in love in da club 
you kno i still miss u
yea u could be broken 
and i'd try to fix you 
girl tell me whats the issue?
lets talk about it then ill try to kiss u x2

b-baby i still miss you
any city i think we could take a trip to
100k up on a receipt that i withdrew
i can buy yo butt buy yo tits too

aye my twin be ducking RICO
i got bands but i fucking think i need mo
btc you chasing green like its ceelo
in the club wanna die btc im emo
what you tryna gain out of me hoe
is you tryna stay? is you tryna go?
i got so much gas that im tryna blow
i got so much cash that im tryna throw

bby do you love me?
i dont know what love means
i got green so im lucky
and my pockets jus like me a, little chubby

@clean

fell in love in da club 
you kno i still miss u
yea u could be broken 
and i'd try to fix you 
girl tell me whats the issue?
lets talk about it then ill try to kiss u x2


🦑 squad

in da club (advxrse)

A cinematic story song about chance, restraint, and redemption—set on a late-night bus where a stranger’s quiet wisdom changes everything. “Read the Table” blends acoustic warmth with modern storytelling, capturing the moment between losing control and finding clarity.

Read the Table

For NSP 71 we spoke with William Gillis of the Fully Informed Jury Association and Center for a Stateless Society about jury nullification and his new book "Did the Science Wars Take Place?"

Links:
https://humaniterations.net/
https://fija.org/
https://store.c4ss.org/index.php/product/did-the-science-wars-take-place-the-political-ethical-stakes-of-radical-realism-preorder/
https://mastodon.social/@rechelon
https://bsky.app/profile/rechelon.bsky.social

Chapters:
00:00:00 Introduction
00:09:58 Unexpected Developments in Politics
00:16:46 Influences
00:20:47 What is Jury Nullification?
00:27:09 Jury Nullification Activism 
00:40:21 A Downside to Jury Nullification?
00:49:52 What are the Science Wars?
00:58:18 Anti-realists: Do they exist?
01:08:51 Academic Infighting
01:27:14 Lightning Round and Outro

Thanks for listening!
Please like, comment, subscribe, and share!

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Non Serviam Podcast #71 - Jury Nullification & Science Wars with William Gillis

prod @iinnam
cover @cheetoed

shout out to my team, cause they ride or die
cant fw no btc, yea id rather die
tell me that you love me while im getting high
feel like '23 im back in my prime x2

im jus tryna roll up and get high
im jus tryna escape life
ts fuckin up my night
i aint ever switching sides, and they thought im going left but i swerve and took a right
btc im never going sad
smoke that pack i love dat gas
spend dem racks i make it back
shoutout twin yeah shout out swag [@clean]
i dont flex about that bag
number (n)ine dont check no tags
saw yo link ts is trash
omg it make me laugh

shout out to my team, cause they ride or die
cant fw no btc, yea id rather die
tell me that you love me while im getting high
feel like '23 im back in my prime x4

rather die (innam)

prod. @angelonmyshoulder @400th
feat @k4rson

lyrics:
yuh, i cant fw you or yo whole clique
and my bands is blue, got some motion
i cant focus, you dont know shit
driving round the city windows open
yuh, i cant fw you or yo whole clique
use to b like you, now im golden
and im w my troops n we posted
and i mean it when i say that i wont code switch

and im meaning what i say
hit the plug i know the pack is on the way
talkin shi you can say it to my face
bitch i keep dat pole up on my side its on my waist, on my waist yuh

@k4rson
we waiting for dem bbitches


im jus tryna put myself back2gether
ima drink my life away until its better
and i feel my lungs with gas i love this pressure
and i asked her if she'd leave, and she said never
now im left inside the past
tell me that you here, while im fading into black
now its getting clear that it wasnt supposed to last
look up in the mirror and i hate whats looking back

i cant fw you or yo whole clique
and my bands is blue, got some motion
i cant focus, you dont know shit
driving round the city windows open
yuh, i cant fw you or yo whole clique
use to b like you, now im golden
and im w my troops n we posted
and i mean it when i say that i wont code switch

focus

realism w/ vampcad

Brother!
Stay with me!
Bang!

Five of us walking, rifles at low,
scanning windows, keeping it slow.
Sweat in my eyes, radio clicks,
boots in rhythm, standard shit.
Sand in my teeth, sun on blast,
pulling security, first light passed.

Heard the whistle too late to dive,
heat on my neck, felt the sky collide.
One flash, one scream, boots off the ground,
then nothing but dust and that fucking sound.

The bombs, they tore the ground, bang bang.
His blood ran warm while I just knelt and prayed.
I called his name, but no sound came,
just ringing ears and the heat and blame.
His voice still haunts me from the sand.
Bang bang, I should’ve died that day.

Blast from the left, dropped to a knee,
dust went white, couldn’t fucking see.
Called out names, four checked in.
He didn’t speak, just silence and wind.
Found him sprawled, gear all torn,
blood on my hands, name on his tag.

The bombs, they tore the ground, bang bang.
His blood ran warm while I just knelt and prayed.
I called his name, but no sound came,
just ringing ears and the heat and blame.
His voice still haunts me from the sand.
Bang bang, I should’ve died that day.

Called it in, nine line tight.
Voice on the net said, “Bird’s in flight.”
Packed his chest, kept pressure down,
whispered to him, “You’re not going now.”
His breath caught once, eyes went blank,
I begged again, but he already sank.

He just got married, showed me the ring,
said he named her after hope, said she saved him.
I should’ve stood where he went down.
Now he’s a photo on a wall, and I’m still breathing.
His boots came home in a box, not worn,
and I salute a flag, but I hate the why.

The bombs, they tore the ground, bang bang.
His blood ran warm while I just knelt and prayed.
I called his name, but no sound came,
just ringing ears and the heat and blame.
His voice still haunts me from the sand.
Bang bang, I live the life he gave.
I live the life he gave me.

We got his tags and boots, brought ’em home,
planted a tree where he used to roam.
No words left, just roots and sky,
and me still asking, why not I.

(It ain’t enough, it never will be.)

Bang Bang

Appreciate the small things in life

Samro: 	W-022356971

What i Have

Micrófono en la grieta.
Rezo sin cura, verdad sin filtro.
La fe no limpia, pero sana.
Confesión que sangra… pero salva.

Confesioon Del Bloque

Esperanza con olor a humedad.
Hambre y ascenso.
Cemento bendito, alma guerrera.
Sueños que suben aunque sangren.

Suenos De Escalera Sucia

Concentrate. Inspired by the report and words of Leigh Evans (retired nurse and aid worker)

the testimony

prod, emote and taunts by me

idk sum cool music sounds i made

LAPIS LAZULI **ORIGINAL EMOTE**

A three-take demonstration showcasing high- precision orchestral mockup work and hyper-realistic solo violin programming using an excerpt from Beethoven's Violin Concerto - one of the most delicate and technically demanding pieces in the repertoire.

Take 1 - Live Orchestra 
The original real-orchestra performance, used as the reference.

Take 2 - Mockup (Matched to Live Performance)
A virtual recreation precisely aligned to the live recording's phrasing, tone and timing.
This take demonstrates the ability to produce a mockup so realistic that it can be compared directly, back-to-back, with an actual performance of Beethoven - and hold up.

Take 3 - Mockup (Alternate Interpretation / Hall)
A second realization of the same excerpt, performed through a different acoustic environment and musical interpretation, showcasing the flexibility and expressive range achievable with virtual instruments.

This demo highlights advanced solo-violin realism, orchestral balance, and expressive control - a combination rarely showcased at this level, especially using classical repertoire as challenging as Beethoven.
Feel free to contact me for orchestral mockups, virtual soloists, or classical realism work.

Beethoven Violin Concerto - Real vs Mockup

PRACTICIN' **ORIGINAL EMOTE**

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

// PONDRICH
#benzowarrior
https://www.instagram.com/duklyfee

🎶 Just making fun music & sharing vibes! Grab a free emote! :3✨


KEEP FOLLOW ME TO REACH 200 FOLLOWER AND I HUG U ALL 🫂🥰🥰✨️✨️✨️🎀👍🏻


ts nnb player AJbruv dont like me because i called him "daddy" in dms as a joke i thought it was parental it just an troll :v

Eric Dahl is a songwriter with ties to the state of Washington on both sides of the Cascade mountains. He was born in Colville in the northeastern corner of the state. His father was a teacher from Spokane who soon moved with his family to western Washington. Dahl’s mother is a native of Leavenworth with relatives in the Wenatchee Valley. Eric grew up in Kent and south Seattle, but thanks to his maternal grandfather and uncles, he worked in the Leavenworth fruit orchards and hiked from an early age in the Cascade Mountains to the high lakes. Later he studied and published poetry at Whitman College in Walla Walla, the University of Washington in Seattle, and at Oxford University where he was awarded the Isis Poetry Prize.

EL3MENDO — HIJO DEL FUEGO
Afro-Cuban Hardcore Hip-Hop ⚡🔥

Born where faith collides with survival.
Raised on batá drums, sirens, and cement.

I channel Yoruba mysticism, New York boom-bap,
and Miami street fire into ritual sound.

Bars are prayers.
Verses are commands.

⚡ From the block to the altar — Fire Gospel only.

#StreetRitual #AfroCubanRap #FuegoDelBloque

Hi, 
My name is Alfred and I'm a music composer alongside every other music related profession.

https://www.airgigs.com/view/99449/

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

Bio: Malcolm Lewis - A Decades-Long Adventure in Music Assembly and DJ
🎵 Introduction: Malcolm Lewis, a acclimatized music ambassador and abode DJ, has carved an constant mark on the cyberbanking music arena with over two decades of committed charge to his craft. His adventure is a attestation to the transformative adeptness of music and the animation appropriate to cross the ever-evolving mural of the industry.
🔊 Aboriginal Years and Agreeable Influences: Hailing from a musically accomplished background, Malcolm's adulation activity with complete began at an aboriginal age. Influenced by the pulsating beats of cyberbanking music, he boarded on a agreeable adventure that would appearance his destiny. Growing up with a assorted ambit of influences, from archetypal abode to techno, Malcolm developed a different sonic palette that would after ascertain his signature sound.
🎹 Pioneering Production: In the backward '90s, Malcolm Lewis begin his calling in music production. Armed with an armory of synthesizers, boom machines, and an adamant passion, he began crafting sonic landscapes that seamlessly attenuated melody with rhythm. His aboriginal productions garnered absorption for their avant-garde access and communicable energy, ambience the date for a abounding career.
🌐 Global Odyssey: As a abode DJ, Malcolm has graced stages beyond the globe, from affectionate underground venues to iconic anniversary settings. His adeptness to apprehend the army and abbey immersive journeys through complete has becoming him a acceptability as a adeptness abaft the decks. Whether it's a aurora set on a bank or a midnight achievement in a pulsating club, Malcolm Lewis has an congenital adeptness to affix with his admirers on a abstruse level.
🎶 Evolution of Style: Throughout his career, Malcolm has approved a arresting versatility, seamlessly adapting to the evolving mural of cyberbanking music. From deep, soulful abode to active techno, his sets are a sonic analysis that transcends brand boundaries. This ability has kept him accordant and at the beginning of the ever-changing cyberbanking music scene.
📀 Discography and Collaborations: Malcolm's discography is a attestation to his adherence to affection and innovation. His tracks, characterized by communicable grooves and affecting melodies, accept begin their way into the playlists of acute admirers and adolescent artists alike. Collaborating with industry luminaries and arising talents, he continues to advance the boundaries of cyberbanking music.
🌟 Bequest and Future: As a adept in the industry, Malcolm Lewis charcoal committed to the art of music assembly and the ability of abode DJing. His bequest is not aloof authentic by the music he creates but additionally by the endless memories he has crafted for audiences about the world. With an eye on the future, he continues to evolve, inspire, and accord to the ever-expanding carpeting of cyberbanking music.
Malcolm Lewis stands as a alarm of adroitness and resilience, reminding us all that the adeptness of music knows no bounds. Through his affection and commitment, he has become a active attestation to the constant abracadabra that happens back beats, melodies, and affections bang on the dancefloor.

Exploring the world of anarchist and anti-authoritarian ideas. Radical voices in precarious times.

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

@lifeline0001
discord.gg/digicore
the snow will shelter me

New tracks tagged #realism