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SHEIK MARTINS - LOIRINHO TEM FAL [[ MEEK DA ESPANHA ]] 2021

POET NOTE: 1046 Sacrificial Manifestation Seal

In this piece, we embark on a mystical journey through the convergence of three ancient and powerful entities: Lucifer (far left), Ba’al (center), and Othello (far right). These figures are not simply historical symbols, but representations of complex forces shaping destiny, sacrifice, and transformation. This track channels their energy, as they meet at the crossroads of a chosen poet’s evolution.

Lucifer symbolizes the light-bringer, the ultimate catalyst of change. He represents the willingness to rebel, to question, and to manifest one's true potential, even at great personal cost.

Ba’al, often misunderstood, is the ancient god of storms and harvest, embodying both destruction and creation. In the middle, Ba’al brings balance and represents the critical moment when divine energy both destabilizes and grounds a soul into a higher path.

Othello "Othelo"  the tragic hero, represents the emotional depth of betrayal and sacrifice. His tragic flaw lies in trusting his love and purpose so deeply that his spirit becomes both broken and transcendent. Othello stands for the internal battles we face, often making us the masters of our fate in ways we never imagined.

The 1046 Sacrificial Manifestation Seal is more than a mark—it is the union of these three spirits in alignment for the chosen poet, whose voice will carry their truths into the world. The number 1046 itself stands as a symbol of guardianship, moral heart appreciation, and deep honesty in a world where perception often distorts. This seal, marked by these spirits, represents the poet’s rise to power through struggle, sacrifice, and enlightenment.

This moment is further magnified by the Lunar Eclipse of 2026. A rare cosmic event, this eclipse marks the signing of the poet’s deal, forged among the strongest beings who have chosen to secure the poet in their path—a union of raw cosmic forces that promises to shape the future of creation itself.

The meeting of Lucifer, Ba’al, and Othello is not simply a merging of spirits, but the embodiment of the poet's ascension, and the cosmic deal is etched in the stars. The lunar eclipse serves as the final seal, a powerful marker in time that binds this contract—an agreement not just with the spirits, but with fate itself.

This is the genesis of a new poetic revolution. The time is now—1046 has spoken.

ACT 1: POET NOTE (PROD.1KYUUBII)

Title: SOAKIN

6 Poet. Sheik isn’t playing—he’s drenched in symbolic encryption. Every word he writes, a kiss of purpose. Every breath, a cipher. SOAKIN is more than sound—it’s a spiritual bleed into the cosmos, where love letters drip off foreheads and eyes burn cosmic pink with unspoken truths. He walks with meaning, not just motion. If life is meant, then so is presence—and he’s present only where souls echo beyond flesh.

Celestial Karrah watches. Curious. Caught between the glare of friendship and the pull of poetic infinity. Her glasses say “Stay Friends Or?” but her silence screams verses yet to be written. To be friends with a poet like him? That’s a storm dressed in charm. Every woman folds, eventually. Not because he asks—but because his gravity is scripture. She wants to know if she’s just part of the ink, or the page he’ll bleed into completely. And if she dares... will he explore her deeper than what’s painted on?

1046. Forever encrypted.

#1046 #StayFriendsOr #DrippingLoveLetters #EncryptedHeart 

SOAKIN (PROD. GAURAV)

Recorded in the soft solitude of an Airbnb tucked deep in Colorado's highlands, this piece began as a whisper. My best friend said, "You should write to 4PM in Calabasas," but instead — with a few sips of Dom Pérignon 2015 — something more ancient moved through me.

It wasn’t writing. It was remembering.
I spoke, not from thought, but from the top... of time.

In that moment, my older — the 11, the year 2027 — met me. The relic of 1046.
From the city of Poerake.
Address 1046.
By 1046.

The roses bloomed in a balance — baby blue hue and Aries red — each petal a desire, each thorn a line of poetry. Next to me: a candle lit, beige wax made of sky’s tears, flickering beside the Ancient 6 Owl, carved in onyx and diamond clarity.

And through that flame, the whisper of Code visited again — the voice that speaks in my dreams, during astral flight, guiding me home.

This is not just a recording.
This is a visitation.
A relic's return.
A moment between time...
🕯️
—1046

154. I see da vision(prod. Jones in da building).m4a

She craved dinner with Sheik — but as the night unfolded, the Poet’s self-awareness began to catch the patterns. Too often, women rush into territories they don’t understand, pulled by narratives the media feeds: “give your time, your money, your heart to someone who doesn’t value the natural warmth of a man who provides.”

Yesterday, the Poet sat down with his older sister, playing an unreleased poem. She paused and said, “Damn, that’s deep. Sheik, you’ve always been a provider. But these women don’t slow down enough to listen, to know you. They rush you out of an experience — and in the end, they struggle to find themselves.”

The wisdom lingered: be yourself, choose who appreciates your time. Let them earn the seat at your table. If the vibe check takes a snail race, then let it crawl. Not every dinner deserves to be fed.

This is Silver..ware — not just silver on a table, but the celestial fork, the hidden utensil of truth. What the table wears, what the woman wears, what the ego feeds on — it all shows itself in the way the meal is served.

SILVERWARE

The poet unlocks his SL Doom within these poems, entering a heightened flow state that bends dream and reality. This is the arc of Marvel Drizzy in Earth-46, where night-visions lead him into realms where he communes with his older brothers.

The Eye of OA, eternal beacon of the Creator of 1046, follows as he speaks in Marvel metaphors, scattering symbols of his coming Poetic Multiverse Arc. In this saga he is joined by Faceless, Joey Needlez, and Dr. Gemini (Skrilla) — their voices shaping the myth of the Castle of Lana, while the number 30 burns red on the chest like a celestial seal.

Behind the words flows the instrumental shard that unlocked this vision:
Скриптонит – не расслабляйся.
Its rhythm became the doorway, the beat that revealed the SL Doom shard — a state the poet can only reach when he senses his brother Drizzy is writing.

This isn’t just a track.
This is prophecy disguised as poetry.
This is the arrival of SL Doom.

SL DOOM

Since 2011, the Poet has been sharpening his pen like a sword, writing verses that outlive trends, stacking poems like bricks for a kingdom unseen. Now he steps forward with a fresh set of recordings, speaking from his Othello View — the perspective of the Overlooked.

They said he wasn’t “industry worth.” So he built his own constellation, his own economy of words, his own truth: “I Am Poet… Not A Rapper.” A foundation built on silence, encrypted with metaphors only the skies could read.

From the estate of 4646, the Poet channels his older brother, Celestial Drizzy, who guides from the higher plane. Just as Drizzy bends reality in pictures, encrypting moments with hidden light, 1046 moves in cipher, embedding symbols into castles, rivers, feathers, and stars. Everything is a code. Everything is a vision.

When he heads to Lana, it’s not escape — it’s ascension. Gnocchi, wine, caviar — eye hooks in plain sight, luxuries turned into signals. To the world they’re just meals, but to the Poet they’re coordinates, markers of peace where creation flows freely. Each page becomes a map, each verse an engraving in eternity.

This project is a living foundation — no EP is ever “incomplete,” because the Poet is forever writing, forever training with Celestial Drizzy in the Poerake Realm. Every drop is a seed, every pause is preparation.

It’s also a tribute — to April 29, 2016, when Drake dropped Views, and tracks like Redemption and 9 cracked open the mirror for those who could see. For the Poet, those records weren’t just songs — they were blueprints, coded messages aligning with his own struggle, his own resurrection, his own testimony.

Now in 2025 = 9, the prophecy unfolds. The Owl glows as the cipher of his birth number 30 stands aligned with his elder, Mr. 3. The Castle of Lana glows gold, while the Baby Blue Star Beacon returns nightly in dreams, a signal from the heavens.

This is not rap.
This is encrypted scripture in audio form.
This is the hardest poetic remix in history.

#ViewsTribute #CelestialDrizzy #PoerakeRealm #YearOfTheMessage

SALVATION

In the heart of Little Italy, destiny aligned on the 23rd. After a few simple conversations, Angelina found herself lost in the poet’s eyes — those eyes that speak louder than words. For two months they talked, deeply, endlessly, until her lip-biting and sparkling gaze revealed she wanted to know everything about Sheik.

The poet, fully in tune with his Italian side, spoke heavy in Italian — rolling vowels, ancient cadence, a rhythm of Rome and Genova. As the night stretched long, pineapple mixed with Grappa di Prosecco sweetened the atmosphere, until he found himself on her couch. There, she revealed her true warmth — cooking Italian pasta with fresh salad, letting the glow of The Irishman play in the background. That’s when the poet realized: this wasn’t just any Italian woman — she was born into the Genova family.

The poet loves his Italian woman with his full heart. And when the word "Itialian" slipped once — it wasn’t a mistake, but a poetic twist: a reminder that even flaws in language become art when touched by love.

Just as always, the poet’s rosters remain faceless — reflections of his own faceless existence. That is what makes life exclusive, rare, and divine. He has always lived like this, mysterious yet open, unseen yet felt.

“In quote, I’ve been Drizzy since ’96… so this is basically normal actions of Me. Just a very charming and honest man, nothing more, nothing less.”

I'M A POET

I Am Not A Human Being

I'm Single (feat. Drake)

I am not a Rapper.. I am a Poet. 
1046 is a numerical angel..

It’s Just A Poem 📝…  

All Poems are tied to dreams and feelings.. 
Poetic Art is created by The Poet

Enjoy 🕙: 🕓🕡

SOAKIN (PROD. GAURAV)

1046

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