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THE COLOR OF FIRE

WHYS THERE AN ISSUE

RUCUS

Words To The Devil (Feat. TRXLLION)

RepublicanWillie - W@LL UND3F3@T3D

MOB TIES [PROD. HARDKNOCK]

A Perfect Space

Highway 64

She sits in the corner, shrouded in doubt,
Her voice is too quiet, her way about.
"What’s the weight of betrayal?" she whispers low,
The Machine responds, its voice steady and slow.

"More than stars in the cosmos, yet lighter than air, 
A betrayal weighs heavy on those who care. 
It slips through the cracks, unseen, never leaves
Its weight is the burden that a human heart perceives."

Ask Machine a question, what will you find?
Are answers the comfort, or a trick for the mind?
A Machine that knows all, and always stays the same,
When answers lay down,  who is to frame?

Her gaze flickers, a spark in the gloom, 
Her heart wrestles answers that hang in the room. 
"Can you measure the distance from dreams that have died?" 
The Machine hums softly, then gently replied,

"As vast as the ocean, as fleeting as sand, 
The distance is measured in steps you can’t plan. 
For dreams that are gone leave a space vast and wide, 
A void where our deepest desires reside."

Is there peace in knowing, or just more to seek?
Some answers can strengthen, sometimes they make weak
In the end, it's the quest, the journey’s the key,
In the vast sea of questions, we find what to be.

Ask Machine a question, what will you find?
Are answers the comfort, or a trick for the mind?
A Machine that knows all, and always stays the same,
When answers lay down,  who is to frame?

Ask Machine A Question (Acoustic Sci-Fi)

[Verse]

Earthquake steps, my kicks crack the asphalt

Rocks in my watch, time ticks like a catapult

Chain swinging, Medusa froze my enemies

Every move venomous, dripping with the remedies



Brick walls crumble when the bassline punches

Hunger in my gut, eating beats for lunches

Smoke clouds rising, I’m a pyro with the fire

Burning through the speakers, taking empires higher



[Chorus]

Boom, boom, bassquake—make the ground shake

Boom, boom, bassquake—watch the walls break

Heavy in the system, no escape

Crown on my head, call me the Bassquake



[Verse 2]

Snakes in the grass, I mow ‘em with a sickle

Every word sizzle, tongue sharp as a missile

Diamonds on my teeth, I spit ultraviolet

Money in the air, green storms in the climate



I’m the architect, blueprint for the chaos

Voice hit the track, send the weaklings to layoffs

Wolves in my circle, howling at the moon

Loyal to the grind, keep the beat in tune



[Bridge]

Bass drop deadly, it’s a sonic execution

No trial, just a one-man revolution

Crowd in a frenzy, screaming my name

Trap lord rising, rewriting the game

Bassquake Empire

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