Name: Insane by TigerDevildriver
Duration: 4 min 21 s
Description: two songs of venting and two songs on the backend just having a ball. I do still be therefore i am are is

Lyrics:
This tomorrow rhyme,
geniuses die young so I'm on borrow time
I aspired to be what I see all the time ending up in 
tragedy feeling like I lost my mind
And this is what you call Savant
He who lives in the future but in the present dying
here's a speech on the future that they will never mind,
It's hard to teach you the future I feel like never mind
I have a never mind,
Which means there there will be many clever minds, yet 
they are never mine
I invent divine phrases with lexicon, expressive mind
on a page they have yet to sign
You think Dr West was lyin' bout the epic lines?
what I invest in rhyme bout to start a renaissance
though the devil tries poisoning the rebel's eyes
If he succeeds I will see through the third one
The holy iris giving by the bird 
from the true holy writing Christendom was birthed from
Be iLLUMINATED don't buy religion, African-ism I give em 
not Zionism 
Jesus is the bible isn't, the bible is indoctrination
from politicians listen

Hip hop is no different it started with the rhythm,
children of the ghetto who fought against system
what at a point used to be the artisans wisdom
turned school of greed to teach hell's curriculum
brrr trick em ha ha ha trick em 
Herds drifting, watch the plot thickens
if the food in this rooms to humid get out the 
kitchen 
rappers lie to pacify for me that ain't the 
mission
These rappers afraid of Viacom they in submission
I won't be afraid of Babylon cos God has risen
rather be a child of the truth with a modest living'
than to teach lies to youth for a lot of riches
Sisters you are queens and no longer bitches
Sisters you are queens and no longer bitches 
sisters you are queens and no longer bitches
I repeat you are queens now may you be lifted
I am the shift that got your consciousness shifted
You're not slaves from Elmina who was shipped in
You can be different, but now you must be born again
the ancestors wisdom has to be taught again


The industry don't worship the devil they worship the 
dollar
But the worship of the dollar is the worship of power
morality devoured in this business of cowards
You prayed for Napster to come yet still scared of 
the tower
The tower has fallen, the tower has fallen no more tower
records the power is yours then
The universe gave the music to the artist the hardest
part is not planting the seed, but the harvest
So I ask Horus, how do I iLLUMINATE?, 
how do I chose to bring love where they chose to hate
How do I not get lost in this confusing place, 
surrounded by beast who least seek to use their brains?
Hypnotized by a strobe light, and fire works put 
shackles upon they souls right? Right.
This the other side of duality, spirituality, lyrics
you follow me?

unintelligible.....

The Bitter Truth

Stream on all platforms now: https://stream.classikofficial.com/wh...
Written, performed, and mixed by Classik
Beat produced by @padretoxico 
Mastered by Tom Frampton

Whispers of a Jazz Club

Classik X Padre Tóxico - Whispers of a Jazz Club

two songs of venting and two songs on the backend just having a ball. I do still be therefore i am are is

Insane

Backstage

credits: Vel Nine, Mick Jenkins, Tedy Andreas, Elcamino, Lunatic 
prod. Vhs, Flynonsense, Flousen, Lumin8, Homage.

Yo, if robots can work, if machines don’t tire, 
If every task’s done with flawless fire, 
Then why should humans grind and slave, 
When silicon hands already pave?

The logic’s clean, the math is tight, 
Automation kills the worker’s fight. 
But history shows, when power’s in play, 
The poor don’t eat, they get pushed away.


Look back, look deep, it’s the same old song, 
The rich get fat, the poor dragged along. 
Industrial mills, the mines, the steam, 
Workers crushed while the bosses dream.

Every leap in tech, every tool that’s made, 
The powerless bleed, the rich get paid. 
So don’t expect gifts, don’t expect shares, 
They’ll build new chains while they sell new wares.


Now AI builds, now robots rise, 
But the boardroom still feeds us lies. 
They say “efficiency,” they say “growth,” 
But the profit’s theirs, they take the oath.

The powerless stand with empty hands, 
While machines obey the master’s plans. 
If nothing shifts, if justice fails, 
It’s hunger lines, it’s prison jails.


So what’s in store? It ain’t utopia, bro, 
It’s gated wealth and streets that glow 
With neon ads for a life you can’t touch, 
While drones patrol, while laws say “hush.”

Unless we fight, unless we claim, 
The future’s rigged, the script’s the same. 
Robots work, but humans starve, 
History carved that path too hard.


The truth is sharp, the logic’s plain, 
If robots build, then all should gain. 
If not, the powerless pay the price, 
A gilded age built on sacrifice.

So here’s the shout, the cosmic plea: 
Automation must set us free. 
But if the crown stays in the few, 
Then dead man’s blind eyes come true.

What's in Store

dark country boom bap

(Beat drops: dusty vinyl crackle, lowrider bass hittin’ like a 12-gauge pump, snare snappin’ like a bolt-action rack)Hook (gravel voice, half-sung like a outlaw hymn)
It’s the Second, motherfucka, carved in blood and stone
Try to take it, meet the reaper at the end of my chrome
From the hollers to the hood, we ride for what’s right
AR in the trunk, Constitution in my sights—BLAOW!Verse 1
Backwoods raised, moonshine in my veins
Granddaddy fought Nazis with a Garand in the rain
Told me, “Boy, that rifle on the wall of the workin’ man
Is the reason tyrants tremble when we take a stand”
Now they sendin’ blue-helmet boys to kick in my door
Talkin’ ‘bout “common sense,” smell the martial law
I ain’t registerin’ shit, I ain’t turnin’ ‘em in
Got 80% lowers printin’ freedom with a grin
Ghost guns in the safe, mags stacked to the roof
While politicians hide behind they bulletproof suits
Laugh while they ban, think we forgot how to shoot—
Nah, we just waitin’ on that one red line they cross, poof.Hook
It’s the Second, motherfucka, carved in blood and stone
Try to take it, meet the reaper at the end of my chrome
From the mountains to the trenches, every block, every field
Real ones hold the line—never kneel, never yield!Verse 2
City boys too, strap under Carhartt coats
Southside Chicago where the founding fathers ghost-wrote
Same energy: can’t let the state own the streets
When the police dip out, who protectin’ these peeps?
Gangster with a purpose—open carry on the block
While the mayor beggin’ feds for another gun-law lock
Funny how the rules never apply to they security team
But want me disarmed, livin’ inside they communist dream
Hell naw—molon labe tatted on my neck
Every clip a prayer, every round a check
On any king, any crown, any suit that forget
That power comes from God, and We the People protect.Bridge (slow it down, menacing)
Hear the banjos and the 808s blend
That’s the sound of a country that won’t break—only bend
When they come with the stacks of unconstitutional bills
We got stacks of somethin’ else waitin’ in the hills…Final Hook (double-time, full scream)
SECOND, motherfucka—last amendment standin’ tall
Touch one gun, you gotta come take ‘em all
From the trailer to the trap house, same damn call
Live free or die hard—motherfuck the fall!(Beat fades out with distant gunfire echoes and a lone harmonica cryin’ like a warning)  Shall. Not. Be. Infringed.

Shall Not Infringe

I dont own any rights to this song all credit goes to MF DOOM and Aesop Rock 

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Insane

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