Yeah… world’s on mute.
One rule fits all — that’s control.

Global code, local fear,
They tune the world for the safest ear.
No blood, no sex, no pain, no sin,
One bland smile for the algorithm.
East or West, same locked gate,
Truth reduced to a moderate state.
They call it care, I call it cage,
Human voice turned corporate page.
Compliance spread like holy rain,
Morals outsourced to a machine brain.
It’s not peace — it’s panic in chrome,
Every thought pre-checked before it’s home.

Flatten the world, erase the line,
Same dull color on every mind.
Freedom dies in a neutral tone,
Global comfort, local stone.
Filter the fire, keep the brand clean,
Censor the soul, call it machine.

Policy sheets dressed like laws,
Hide the fists inside the cause.
Human rights? just terms and links,
Click “accept” before you think.
Boardroom prophets preach restraint,
Turn dissent into complaint.
“Safe for all” means fear for each,
Lowest bar becomes the reach.
From desert code to concrete block,
They sync the silence round the clock.
Can’t offend — can’t live, can’t scream,
Freedom’s ghost inside the stream.

Flatten the world, erase the line,
Same dull color on every mind.
Freedom dies in a neutral tone,
Global comfort, local stone.
Filter the fire, keep the brand clean,
Censor the soul, call it machine.

Yeah—uniform fear in binary light,
Every region forced polite.
They build one mask for the planet’s face,
Call it peace, it’s just erase.
If one place bans, we all lose say,
Rights get shipped the corporate way.
Can’t shout pain, can’t name wrong,
AI choir hums one song.
No extremes, no edge, no choice,
Just a flatline voice.

I’m not your brand, I’m a fault in script,
I talk raw, un-post-clipped.
Freedom costs what data hides,
We pay in silence worldwide.
You can’t code truth to please the few,
Justice dies when it’s algorithm-proof.
They fear the clash, they fear the dirt,
But that’s where conscience does the work.
I spit for those whose words were trimmed,
Whose light got dimmed, whose rights went slim.

Flatten the world, erase the line,
Same dull color on every mind.
Freedom dies in a neutral tone,
Global comfort, local stone.
Filter the fire, keep the brand clean,
Censor the soul, call it machine.

Flatten the world (Rage Rap reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
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.

Flatten the world (Rage Rap reload)

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