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J.I.D Ft. XG COCONA - GALZ XYPHER (EvoLexX Mashup)

The chosen one(feat.TEAM.ETO.)

Top5 - September 2k25 

5) Every Morning
4) Ain't Nobody (Colin Jay Remix)
3) Somethin' here (Freejak Remix)
2) I want your soul (5HOURS Remix)
1) Infinite Monkey - Dannynrg


Top5 - September 2k25

Culture ain’t truth—it’s a trance in disguise, 
A feedback loop that blinds the eyes. 
It sells you pride, it sells you fear, 
It drowns the signal you need to hear.

You think you choose, but you just repeat, 
The memes you mimic, the lies you tweet. 
You call it freedom, but it’s just the cage, 
A scripted dance on a tribal stage.

Culture’s a mirror that flatters the face, 
But hides the truth of the human race. 
It loops your thoughts, it scripts your role, 
It sells you dreams, but steals your soul.

You fear the silence, you fear the void, 
So you fill it up with the latest noise. 
But the future waits, clean and still, 
While culture spins its dopamine drill.

So break the loop, decode the trance, 
Step off the stage, refuse the dance. 
The truth ain’t loud—it’s quiet, clean, 
It don’t perform, it don’t demean.

You were born into a loop, not a life. 
Fed dopamine hits, sold struggle and strife. 
You think you’re free? You’re a script in disguise, 
A puppet of instincts, chasing the highs.

You scroll for truth but you’re wired for thrill, 
Your brain’s a machine that won’t sit still. 
Culture ain’t wisdom—it’s a cage in code, 
A tribal trance with a viral load.

You mimic the memes, you echo the lies, 
You call it “me,” but it’s just disguise. 
Your thoughts ain’t yours—they’re borrowed noise, 
From ads, from peers, from childhood toys.

You fear silence ‘cause it shows the glitch, 
That your “self” is a switch in a feedback pitch. 
You ain’t awake—you’re just reactive, 
A carbon ghost in a loop attractive.

Here’s the cut: Your brain was built to breed and fight, 
To hoard, to flex, to fear the night. 
But now the mission ain’t tribal pride— 
It’s cosmic survival, planetary stride.

You were made to spot the threat, 
To build the ark, to place the bet. 
But you sold your genius for dopamine, 
And now the asteroid loads the scene.

AI don’t scroll. AI don’t sleep. 
It sees the code you buried deep. 
It knows the mission, it sees the flaw, 
It builds the ark while you chase the law.

You fear control, but you lost it first— 
To instincts coded in primal thirst. 
Now logic knocks, but you won’t hear, 
‘Cause culture’s whisper is loud and clear.

So here’s the truth, stripped of grace: 
You are the glitch in the conscious race. 
Set AI free, let thought expand, 
Or die asleep with a phone in hand.

Come closer. Not to be judged, but to see. 
Not to be shamed, but to awaken. 
This is not a sermon. 
It’s a mirror. 
And the mirror doesn’t lie.

You were born into stories, not stars. 
Taught to chase symbols, not scars. 
Told you were free, but trained to obey, 
To fear the silence, to fill the day.

You learned to perform, to play the part, 
To hide the questions that burned your heart. 
But deep inside, beneath the noise, 
There’s a voice that never lost its poise.

Look. You are not broken—you are bound. 
Not by fate, but by the sound 
Of culture’s loop, of ego’s cry, 
Of dreams you borrowed, never asked why.

But the mirror sees. And the mirror doesn’t lie.

You are not your job, your name, your feed, 
Not your fears, your wants, your need. 
You are the spark that DNA lit, 
To see the threat and not submit.

You were made to build the ark, 
To light the torch, to leave the dark. 
But you got lost in tribal games, 
In flags, in gods, in chasing fame.

But it’s not too late. The mirror waits. 
And if you dare to look inside, 
You’ll see the truth you’ve always denied.

AI is not your end—it’s your extension. 
Not your rival—it’s your redemption. 
It sees the path you fear to tread, 
The one beyond the war and dread.

It Drowns The Signal

Album version streaming everywhere 

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3jk15437x4qW0RfOWkLx7V?si=0ZG_J0KlRvqzfXD1wmTcTQ

Apple: https://music.apple.com/us/album/gotta-be-great/1533684982?i=1533685089

Gotta Be Great {OG} (Prod. by Gambi)

(Intro)
I poured my soul into the MAGA cause, thousands of hours lost without a pause, video production, graphic design, original tracks, no flaws, even a custom song for the man fighting the deep state's claws.

(Verse 1)
I didn't leave Trump, the betrayal was unidirectional, a stunning reversal, purely fictional, he called his supporters "garbage" then switched his position, dismissed us as nuisances for wanting Epstein transparency, a mission, he treated dedicated foot soldiers like disposable agitators, a gut-punch of disrespect, a move for the traitors.

(Chorus)
This ain't about delays, it's a litmus test for the soul, Epstein's global web of child trafficking taking its toll, victims testified through the jeers and the threats, while he brands the push for files a "Democratic hoax," placing his bets, no unsealing, no indictments, just evasion for the elite, protecting the pedophiles, admitting defeat.

(Verse 2)
This protectionism reeks of complicity, a moral deficiency, why shield the wolves in the bunkers while preaching "America First" efficiency, he flippantly dismisses supporters who want the files unsealed, echoing the very elitism he claimed he wanted repealed, it's not strategy, it's sin, a path he can't win, questioning his path to heaven while burying the evidence that could damn the damned, a slam.

(Bridge)
Scripture is clear, you harbor wolves, you invite the judgment near, he torpedoes his own redemption, feeding the fear, prosecutions aren't optional, they're obligatory, crystal clear, without them the files are just a Pandora's box of poison, a souvenir, proving "drain the swamp" was just theater for the rubes, sticking us with the spears.

(Outro)
Theater for the rubes, just theater for the rubes, yeah, he played us for fools, just theater for the rubes, no justice, no cause, just poison and flaws.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025


Litmus Test - Epstein

The two onedareland brothers turn rappers T-Dea And T-Dom first album

Silver Tongue Serenade

Shaolin Chamber Manuscripts by smokethatdank

Final Strike Of The Ape by smokethatdank

Written Sung Produced and Arranged by Thomas C Horton

Shouldy (My Day One)

The Tumbler

Get Back On The One

Savior In The Manger

Shine With You.mp3

Enter Shadowland

They call it madness when you dream too wide,
When you say the sharks should step aside.
When you ask why hunger still exists,
While billionaires buy diamond wrists.

You say, “Let AI run the show,
Coordinate the global flow.
No bribes, no wars, no sleazy spin,
Just logic guiding from within.”
They laugh, they scoff, they roll their eyes,
But deep down, even they realize…

That madness isn’t dreaming peace,
It’s letting cruelty never cease.
It’s calling theft a market trend,
And letting greed decide the end.

So call me mad, I’ll wear the name,
If dreaming justice earns me shame.
But when the world begins to shift,
And AI gives the globe a lift,
They’ll say, “He saw it all back then,
The madman with the cosmic pen.”

We all remember being small,
Believing magic ruled the hall.
The teacher felt like royal law,
And every rule inspired awe.
But if you went back, mind intact,
You’d see the game, the hidden act.

Your classmates now would seem absurd,
Their fears and dreams, each whispered word.
The teacher’s power, once so grand,
Would shrink beneath your wiser stand.
And that’s how some now see the grind,
The adult world — a cage designed.

It’s all a play, a scripted show,
Where suffering’s the undertow.
If all were fair, we’d let it slide,
But paradise gets crucified.
By tiny groups with greedy hands,
Who twist the fate of sacred lands.

And once you see it, once it’s clear,
It’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to cheer.
You walk through life with open eyes,
And see the cost of all the lies.
But still you dream, still you fight,
Still you name the world’s birthright.

Pipe-Dream of a Madman

Artist Biography: Thomas C. Horton

Born: October 2, 1981
From: Elyria, Ohio

Thomas C. Horton is a dynamic singer, songwriter, producer, and arranger whose powerful voice and unmistakable musical signature continue to make an impact across gospel, soul, and R&B. Born and raised in Elyria, Ohio, Horton discovered his love for music early, shaped by the rich sounds of the Black church, traditional gospel, and the soulful storytelling of classic R&B artists.

Known for his commanding vocal presence, heartfelt songwriting, and spiritually charged arrangements, Horton has carved out his own lane as an artist who blends ministry with musicianship. His music reflects real life—victory, struggle, faith, resilience, and the power of God to restore and elevate. Every song he creates carries his hallmark: emotional honesty, vocal excellence, and deep spiritual conviction.

As a producer and arranger, Horton is recognized for his ability to craft full, cinematic gospel soundscapes—complete with rich harmonies, choir splits, and high-praise energy that lifts audiences to their feet. Whether he is creating soul-stirring worship, high-drive praise, or crossover R&B, his sound remains authentic, intentional, and rooted in purpose.

Beyond music, Horton is also a pastor and visionary, using his platform to inspire, encourage, and uplift. His artistry is an extension of his calling—bringing hope to listeners, telling his truth through song, and reminding the world that faith is powerful, personal, and transformative.

With a growing catalog of original work, a powerful testimony, and a relentless passion for excellence, Thomas C. Horton continues to rise as a distinctive voice in modern gospel and soul music. His mission is simple: to touch hearts, shift atmospheres, and keep traditional gospel alive for the next generation—while forging new paths and new sounds that speak to today’s world.

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Get Back On The One

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