lyrics:

verse) KhO...

yeah.
question is 
what's your dream lifestyle ?
obviously 
it's to live opulently

I just want a big ol’ a*s crib
a crib full of whips 
a crib full of whips & the b*tches
still many of them ride with me 
still I'm a home to many b*tches 
even though a nikka don't have plenty (riches)

but a nikka really got 
but a nikka really got motion 
this shxt def gonna work out 
cause like 
Jayden & Ben I'm always in the gym
getting fit and ready 
for a superstar life son 
cause it's imminent 
told my circle it's around the corner.

verse 2) BLY.

More money more problems
Give me more problems 
I think it's time I traded these ghetto bitches for the models
I think it's time I got a new whip
Maybe a Porsche 
Yeah the newer model
Maybe something with the doors suicidal 
And it's not far fetched 
Ion know if it's the motion but
I can see myself in a black Corvette 
And next to me, is a bad bitch 
The finest one yet
We going back to the crib 
A crib with a lake in the back
Next morning I'm in the lab
Superstar shit  
Mentally that's where I'm at 
The current bitches around me can bare witness to that
(And when I start to manifest, don't act like I never told y'all)










imminent ( w/ BLY )

lyrics:

hook) KhO...

bxtch I know
that everything / everything 
I'm working for 
I'm definitely gonna get it all
think I'm kidding×²
well see you at the top

verse) KhO...

woa.
that’s where my kind nikka 
that's where my kind nikka belong
that's why a young nikka really don't stress it 
that's why a nikka got them other nikkas stressing

my current work an omen 
that's why they 
already planning my downfall
cause with a presage 
they saw my rise ( summarise)
long story short
both our 
outcomes 
a disaster 
yours a fiasco 
& mine implies
how I'm still going to destroy fr.

verse 2)  4_Cast.

you don't think I'm him_but 
I've already been for too long 
but I'm gonna show that in the long run
but I like how marathons aren't watched 
by everyone

only by those who have true patience 
who don't lose hope even though not all
runners make it
who foresee the outcome without true expectation 
but still believe in you till the end 
cause they know you'll make it.



omen ( ft. 4cast )

lyrics:

verse}

This is what happens 
When you get lost in your music 
While in search of yourself 
And it's your soul what you end up losing 
We cling glasses to deities 
Cos their images are painted perfectly 
But 
What if I told you ,
that we all bleed
The blood is the ink 
We add these raw keys 
That make these chords speak
And that's what got you believing that we godly
But in reality we just hood niggas with dreams of driving Bentleys and Rarris

And with this kind of drive ,
it's impossible to convince me otherwise 
When the road ahead is getting clearer 
It's only a matter of time
Before the motion gets monetized 
The art is already immortalized 
BLY is gonna forever 


KhO verse}

woa.

am I a deity?
no I'm not 
but NGL
man I'm godsent
a help
through the music
cause ours is therapeutic
though it hurts me 
that many don't understand it
I guess the helichrysum
is for the anointed 
& I heal from what I create 
cause I am the anointed 

i am the Christ 
but
am I a deity?
no I'm not DAT
I'm simply 
a mortal 
who is tryna assure
that his music 
is to live forever

Am I A Deity(w/ KhO)

Many Men (w/LAY)

Acceptance Speech

HOW TO LIE (ft. BLY)

TRUTH BE TOLD (ft.Bricks)

LEGISLATION FREESTYLE

Lyric Summary: “Moving in Between High Brackets @2.0”
This suite moves through estate blocks, cracked ladders, and smoky studios, refusing every imposed metric. It’s a lyrical climb through systems designed to sort and silence — but the speaker moves like breath, not to escape, but to decode and expose.
Intro sets the tone: brackets built to price breath, but the speaker moves like rhythm through concrete.
Verse 1 roots the cipher in lived experience — Croydon estate life, missing ladders, and bars written in the margins of debt.
The hook flips the frame: silence speaks, truth unpacks, and the rise is manufactured, not mapped.
Verse 2 confronts exclusion — wealth in borrowed skin, truth locked out — but the speaker moves cinematically, flexing like cipher and burning like fire.
The bridge reframes movement as exposure: not climbing for approval, but decoding the architecture.
Verse 3 is pure rupture — bending brackets, ending titles, and carving worth in ciphered silence. The rise is ancestral and celestial, not institutional.
The final hook seals the suite: the speaker fractures frames, manufactures ascent, and moves like jazz — off-grid, off-script, and off-frame.

Moving in Between High Brackets 2.0  #Hip-Hop Cipher

“Verses as prophecy, bars as gospel-‘Scriptures’ turns every rhyme into a revelation! 🔥 For thinkers, poets, and lyric heads!"

TRUTH BE TOLD (ft.Bricks)

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