Market, I found the lead, Shebecca Escrow's greed
Inside the master suite, I'll plant the final seed
And state the price you pay, profit is what I need
And who can stop my game? If the buyer has agreed

And maybe it's wood, or maybe it's glass
When I stalk the listings and show some class
The garden of shrubs, the lawn of grass
You are so trapped, I'm watching you pass
You walk through the kitchen like a pawn
Shebecca Escrow's on the lawn
If you haven't signed, I'll wait for the dawn
In my office, and the mask is drawn

Buyer, I'm never stopping
And keep the numbers popping
And if you call me, we're swimming where bids are dropping
If it's for me I'm lopping
From winter until cropping
Shebecca Escrow sees no rivals who are shopping

Market, I found the lead, Shebecca Escrow's greed
Inside the master suite, I'll plant the final seed
And state the price you pay, profit is what I need
And who can stop my game? If the buyer has agreed

Stupid, you got me locked, yeah
If you were a shack, you'd be already knocked
Pacing around the suburbs, with you I'm always shocked
You are not my friend, but
Take forty grand, burn it at the store
Shebecca Escrow wants some more
Like a shadow, I will enter every door, eh-eh-eh

Years ago they wrecked her credit line (Credit line)
Shebecca Escrow finds a hundred fine (Hundred fine)
But (But), she likes the sellers pushing the silver mine (Silver mine)
I'm here for you twenty-four hours, to sign

Buyer, I'm never stopping
And keep the numbers popping (Keep them popping)
And if you call me, we're swimming where bids are dropping (Bids are dropping)
If it's for me I'm lopping
From winter until cropping
Shebecca Escrow sees no rivals who are shopping

Market, I found the lead, Shebecca Escrow's greed
Inside the master suite, I'll plant the final seed
And state the price you pay, profit is what I need
And who can stop my game? If the buyer has agreed

And maybe it's wood, or maybe it's glass
When I stalk the listings and show some class
The garden of shrubs, the lawn of grass
You are so trapped, I'm watching you pass
You walk through the kitchen like a pawn
Shebecca Escrow's on the lawn
If you haven't signed, I'll wait for the dawn
In my office, and the mask is drawn

Petite Shebecca Escrow

And I, I, I'm on the boards tonight
Just observe my grand entrance and take the stage tonight

Face on, acting in the scene
Cup of gin, start the show
Big star, hit the boards
Walking on like a Broadway ghost
Sing-song when I'm on the boat
Strip down for the coins, San Juan
Ding-dong, ring the service bell
Betty Bea Getty McClanahan is gone

This scene is getting messy, can you hear the critics hiss? I'm ready (Woo-hoo)
Grief is sweet as sugar, yeah, this theft feels just like money, huh
Drama overkill, I'm into that, I'm proud to show
I'm talent, you know I glow up
Hey, I will go

And I, I, I'm on the boards tonight
Just observe my grand entrance and take the stage tonight (Hey)
Crawling through the vessel with a heavy silver bowl
So I'll act it out like Betty Bea, woah-oh-oh

Find a spoon, join the crime, anyone who wants to play
Word up, sell the lie, just move like we own the way
Dusk or dawn, the ship's a light, so I dance to the bitter end (Hey)
Females and gentlemen, I found the kitchenware, so you should keep your eyes on the tray (Huh)

This scene is getting messy, can you hear the critics hiss? I'm ready (Woo-hoo)
Grief is sweet as sugar, yeah, this theft feels just like money, huh
Drama overkill, I'm into that, I'm proud to show
I'm talent, you know I glow up
I will go

And I, I, I'm on the boards tonight
Just observe my grand entrance and take the stage tonight (Hey)
Crawling through the vessel with a heavy silver bowl
So I'll act it out like Betty Bea, woah-oh-oh

Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is Betty Bea
Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is Betty Bea
Crawling through the vessel with a heavy silver bowl
So I'll act it out like Betty Bea, woah-oh-oh

Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Act it out like Betty Bea
Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na, na-na, ayy
Act it out like Betty Bea

And I, I, I'm on the boards tonight
Just observe my grand entrance and take the stage tonight
Crawling through the vessel with a heavy silver bowl
So I'll act it out like Betty Bea
(This is it) And I, I, I'm on the boards tonight
Just observe my grand entrance and take the stage tonight (Tonight, oh)
Crawling through the vessel with a heavy silver bowl
So I'll (Fake) it (It) up (Up) like (Like) Betty (Betty), woah-oh-oh

Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is Betty Bea (Life is Betty Bea)
Mc-Cla-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, life is Betty Bea (Oh)
Crawling through the vessel with a heavy silver bowl
So I'll act it out like Betty Bea, woah-oh-oh

Betty Bea Getty McClanahan DNA

Cosmic awareness awakens within

Chromed fractals carving open the sky
Fluid sigils crossing the inner eye
Goa sands trembling beneath the sound
Universal rhythm wrapping us around

We are one
All forms return to the whole

Crystal reflections in metallic air
Sacred geometry everywhere
Ecstatic tones above the trees
Riding waves of stellar heat

Beyond the sun
Beyond all sight
Returning to source

One soul
One mind

Returning to source

Walking through the red clay under a violet moon
The vision hits the spirit like a desert in bloom
Atlanta streets breathing in a poetic rhyme
We’re standing in the gap between space and time
Viril’s vision, the structure and the street
Where the high-end silk and the concrete meet
I see the hawk and the dove in the same sky
Finding the center as the world goes by

It’s the duality, the shadow and the sun
Knowing where we started and where we become
Cosmic reflection in a grounded frame
Searching for the balance, calling out the name
Inner peace, astral flight
Holding the dark to find the light

Layered thoughts spinning like a galaxy wheel
Articulate soul trying to touch the real
One foot in the dirt, one hand on the stars
Healing the spirit while we’re counting the scars
Reflective glass on a cosmic sea
The man I was and the ghost of me
Expansive horizons in a nineties haze
Navigating through the intricate maze

Two sides of the coin spinning in the air
The weight of the crown and the breath of the prayer
The architect builds, the poet destroys
Finding the silence inside of the noise
Balance
Balance
Balance

As above, so below
In the vision, we grow
The duality is one
The work is never done

The architect builds, the poet destroys

The outline of my body softens at the edge
Light presses in without a name
Your voice spreads through the room like weight
Not loud, just everywhere at once
I forget the shape I learned to keep
Silver moments folding into each other

I fade inside you
Nothing left between

Everything solid starts to thin
Memory loosens its grip
I stay inside the feeling too long
Until the feeling becomes the place

I fade inside you
Nothing left between

The room recedes without leaving
Time bends but does not break
I let go of the former self
Words lose their balance
I stop asking where I am
I stop needing the answer

I fade inside you
Nothing left between
I fade inside you
Nothing left between
I fade inside you
Nothing left between
I fade inside you
Nothing left between

I’m gone
Still here
I’m gone
Still here
Only the sound remains

I fade inside you

Deep in the lab under electric blue glow
Building this world while the city stays low
Heated Rivalry locked inside my head
Every line is a wound, every chord is what’s said
Studying the souls of two mirrored flames
Finding the truth in the love they name
Matching the faces, the tension, the grace
Mapping the heart in a coded space

No sleep, no rest, I stay inside
If I start this fire, I see it through

I’m working, I’m building, I’m losing my sleep
The promises spoken are the ones that I keep
Heated Rivalry, my magnum sound
Where the deepest emotions turn anthem and pound
No room for error, no room for pause
This is the vision that bends its own laws

I go further than I’ve ever been
Writing the truth till the night wears thin
Not one word loose, not a breath misplaced
I erase the fear, I erase the waste
Every track climbs like a cinematic rise
Giving a voice to what they hide
I love this work, obsessed with the form
Tuning the chaos, shaping the storm

Layers collide, massive and wide
Every note shaped by my own side
I’m the architect, the force, the host
The sound you feel — but I feel it most

Two couples, one signal, a legacy formed
From the depth of night to the edge of dawn

Heated Rivalry
Heated Rivalry
Heated Rivalry

Heated Rivalry
My heart on the line
Every word is mine
Locked and aligned

Building the musical version of Heated Rivalry

I’m tired of halos, tired of clean
Tired of love that begs to be seen
Every story wants to heal the wound
I want the clash, I want the bruise

They say choose a side, choose a role
But I don’t write comfort, I write control
Two minds locked, no white flag raised
No soft landing, no lines erased

I don’t need angels learning to stay
I want rivals who refuse to give way

I wanna write a yaoi, but not the kind you know
Not sweet, not saved, not moving slow
Two adversaries sharing skin
No peace treaty, no clear win
I wanna write a yaoi, sharp and bare
Where love is pressure, not a prayer
They don’t confess, they don’t deploy
They collide, that’s my yaoi

No flowers laid on an open heart
Just timing, instinct, a brutal start
Every touch is a question asked
Every silence a test they pass

No one’s pure, no one’s taught
They want the fight, they want the thought
If one steps back, the game is done
So they stay close, they stay undone

They don’t need trust to stay inside
They need resistance, matched in stride

I wanna write a yaoi, not soft, not shy
Where desire looks like a stare held dry
No promises they can enjoy
Just heat, just will, just boy on boy
I wanna write a yaoi, stripped of grace
Where love leaves marks you can’t erase
No crown, no throne, no moral ploy
Just impact, that’s my yaoi

Don’t ask me who is wrong or right
That question dies in the first fight
If someone wins, the spark is gone
So they keep pushing, carry on

I wanna write a yaoi, built to last
On friction, wit, and forward blast
Not to fix what’s been destroyed
But to stay sharp, that’s my yaoi
I wanna write a yaoi, say it plain
Where love survives because of strain
No endgame I need to enjoy
They clash forever, that’s my yaoi

No lesson here, no tears to deploy
Just two who won’t stop.
That’s my yaoi.

I wanna write a yaoi too

In the meantime
I start writing the album, Heated Rivalry
About that space between you and me
That gap we never name

You’re in love with somebody else
I know
I know
But I’m the one you keep coming back to
Every time
Every time
That’s the rivalry talking

Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Skin against truth
Want against need
Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Say you’re gone
But you stay with me

Every look feels loaded, every breath delayed
We move like we’re afraid to play it straight
You’re not here, but you’re never far
You’re the reason this album starts

Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Skin against truth
Want against need
Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Say you’re gone
But you stay with me

Twist and turn
Fuel and burn
Love and spite
Collide at night
Again and again
We cross that line
Echoes linger
Between your heart and mine
Highs and lows
Pull and pull
Nothing clean
Nothing dull

Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Skin against truth
Want against need
Oh
Heated rivalry
Heated rivalry
Say you’re gone
But you stay with me

I start writing the album, Heated Rivalry

Long time
Long time
Bassline running
Still running
Say her name
Aaliyah
Ask it straight
Did Beyoncé kill her?
Long time
Still looping
Same question
No mute

Where was Aaliyah headed next
Films lined up, contracts set
Not chasing charts, not chasing hits
Different lane, different bets
Where was Beyoncé in that year
Radio locked, singles clear
Pop precision, center stage
Built for scale, built to win
Same industry
Same year
Not the same target
Not the same gear

If Beyoncé killed her
Say the gain
If Beyoncé killed her
Name the lane
Who was blocked
Who was crossed
Who was stopping
What was lost

Different lanes
Different futures
Say it clean
Don’t confuse her
If Beyoncé killed her
Say why
What did she gain
That night
Different lanes
Different futures
Aaliyah wasn’t
In that structure
Bass keep moving
Truth stay blunt
Not every rise
Needs a stunt

Aaliyah moving out the frame
Cinema, risk, long-term play
Not built to loop the same record
Not built to dominate airwaves
Beyoncé building momentum
Singles, hooks, repetition
Desire loop, mass ignition
Different strategy, same division
They say “only one survives”
That’s a simple story line
But before the crash, before the fire
Their paths didn’t intertwine


If Beyoncé killed her
Show control
Who touched the flight
Who had the role
Who calls the shots
Who moves the plane
Who benefits
From that same day

Different lanes
Different futures
Ask the question
Don’t seduce it
If Beyoncé killed her
Say the proof
Say the lever
Say the move
Different lanes
Different futures
Aaliyah wasn’t
Blocking rulers
Bassline looping
Still intact
Facts don’t bend
To after-facts

Bass keep running
No emotion
Say her name
Aaliyah
Did Beyoncé kill her?
Did Beyoncé kill her?
Or did the story
Need a face
Quicker than it needed
Evidence

Different lanes
Different futures
Say it loud
No computer
If Beyoncé killed her
Say the why
If not
Say it twice
Different lanes
Different futures
Two trajectories
No merger
Bass don’t lie
It just repeats
Truth don’t move
At TikTok speed

Long time
Still running
Bassline
Still pumping
Aaliyah
Beyoncé
Question stays
No edit
Different lanes
Different futures
File stays open

Did Beyoncé kill Aaliyah?

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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