Name: CEO of the State by TreceVerse
Duration: 3 min 2 s
Description: A raw political banger exposing the psychopath oligarch who bought the state, owns the officials, and runs the nation like his private business empire. Hard bars, cold truth, and zero mercy — a soundtrack for anyone sick of fake nationalism, manufactured crises, and leaders who treat people like profit. Press play and hear the system get called out.

Criminal Nation

A raw political banger exposing the psychopath oligarch who bought the state, owns the officials, and runs the nation like his private business empire. Hard bars, cold truth, and zero mercy — a soundtrack for anyone sick of fake nationalism, manufactured crises, and leaders who treat people like profit. Press play and hear the system get called out.

CEO of the State

A soulful rap exposing hypocrisy and lies in politics — hard bars, heavy truth

Ain’t No Trust in the Air

They rewrite the story, try to chain our belief, Sellin’ lies as peace, but it’s pain underneath. Voices for the money, but the truth don’t cease, You can bind the flesh, but the soul finds release… 

I roll through the block, TV loud on the set, Influencers cashin’ checks, sellin’ fear and regret. They falsify the story, say we started the fight, But in 2008, the truth ain’t what they write. Cheap tricks on the airwaves, smoke in the crowd, Turn lies into law, say it strong, say it loud. Enslavein’ the nation with a smile on the face, But the mask can’t hide that it’s a cage they embrace. 

They rewrite the story, try to chain our belief, Sellin’ lies as peace, but it’s pain underneath. Voices for the money, but the truth don’t cease, You can bind the flesh, but the soul finds release… 

They buyin’ up the voices, the actors, the stage, Pushin’ fake unity while they load up the cage. History rewritten, ink soaked in control, Taught to blame ourselves, while they poison the soul. Talk about freedom, but it’s just for the show, Behind curtains, it’s slavery, and everybody knows. The hustle is dirty, corruption runs deep, They promise tomorrow, but today they just reap. 

Now they chantin’ “peace,” but the peace is a chain, It’s submission in disguise, population in pain. Whole country on the line, but the leaders won’t stop, Sellin’ future for a bribe, watch the empire drop. But the streets still remember, the truth don’t fade, Even when the books and the facts get remade. So we regulate the game, bring the lies to the light, You can rewrite the script, but the people will fight. 

They rewrite the story, try to chain our belief, Sellin’ lies as peace, but it’s pain underneath. Voices for the money, but the truth don’t cease, You can bind the flesh, but the soul finds release…

Fake Peace

She ain’t a lawyer, ain’t a boss, ain’t built for the grind, Just a short frame full of envy, poison in her mind. Her daddy took lives with a pen and a gavel, Now she walk in his shadow, spreadin’ hate like gravel. No hustle, no vision, no craft to her name, Only joy she get is watchin’ others in pain. A servant with a leash, bendin’ low to the throne, Tryna act like she matter, but she empty to the bone. 

She ain’t nothin’, just envy in disguise, Livin’ through the gallows, dead look in her eyes. No skill, no crown, no kingdom to own, Just misery she plant, and the seeds she sown.

See, real ones rise up, build blocks, make moves, She just drag people down, jealous of their grooves. A master’s puppet, noddin’ head for a treat, Never stood on her own, just a shadow in the street. A fake smile, but the venom drip quick, She loyal to the whip, man, the sickness run thick. No dream, no drive, no legacy to claim, Just a last name tied to a history of shame. 

She ain’t nothin’, just envy in disguise, Livin’ through the gallows, dead look in her eyes. No skill, no crown, no kingdom to own, Just misery she plant, and the seeds she sown. 

She ain’t build no empire, never carried no weight, Only speakin’ when she beggin’, servin’ lies on a plate. Could’ve learned, could’ve fought, could’ve carved out a lane, But she chose petty crimes, spreadin’ sorrow and pain. When the spotlight fade, she got nothin’ to show, No wins, no respect, just the envy she grow. History don’t remember folks who lived that small — Just a whisper in the wind, never standin’ tall. 


Ulrika

TreceVerse is the rap persona — a voice forged between raw street reality and cosmic vision. His lyrics cut through smoke and lies, exposing corruption, fake nationalism, and the systems that sell out the people. With sharp political bars, soulful hooks, and futuristic rap imagery, TreceVerse blends grit and philosophy into anthems of resistance. More than music, it’s a verse-built universe — where truth echoes louder than propaganda and every beat is a rebellion.

CEO of the State

TreceVerse

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