mack

Download Now!


https://music.empi.re/shittalker3

Arizona

Loose Talk Feat. LIP$

jus made this last night 😭‼️‼️

ZTB BossRome X NLBjoskee: Pay me

Freestyle

Send Shots ft RjMrLA (Prod. by StreezyWeezy)

Tug- What Yall Wanna Do

Real recongnise Real

In Here ft . turdle & sdot

Slapper

Fat Bitches

Gmac Cash ft CashKidd ─ Fuck U

if you vibe with my music don't be scared to leave a comment like and share 💯🙏 I would really appreciate it

PROFIT🔥

Yo soldier — stop the script, break the trance, You’d never die for the kid from your maths class. You saw him sniffin' books, social ghost, Now he’s General? Orders like he holy host?

Head of State? That’s Dave from the block, Used to cry in PE, now he calls the shots. You’d never give breath if you knew their face, It’s just random men in borrowed grace.

Brigadier’s the nerd you pranked in school, Now you salute like he ain't the fool? Nah — they wear the suit, but soul ain’t changed, You know the truth — they just rearranged.

Don’t do it — don’t hand 'em the millennia flame, Your ancestors bled so you got a name. Now you crush that gift for a uniform lie? Let legacy die just to comply?

You ain’t pawn, ain’t clone, ain’t herd — You the seed of fight they never heard. Don’t do it — don’t trade breath for shame, Don’t march for those who played the game.

VERSE: “Dying For a Flag”

Die for a flag? Yo that’s insult prime, You don’t bleed for cloth stitched in time. It don’t breathe, it don’t love, it don’t cry, Just flaps while youth go off to die.

Colors and lines? That’s pageant smoke, Used to bait the broke to meet the yoke. You starve, you strive, you grow your soul, Then trade it all 'cause a flag got pole?

Think again — your DNA ain’t theirs, Don’t fold your story to fit their prayers. Dying for a flag’s like death by scheme — A myth you swallowed in broken dream.

Final charge — this ain’t hate, it’s fact, Stop marching blind in polished act. Your life’s the echo of ancient spark, Don’t blow it out for men in dark.

Cut the costume. Drop the play. Refuse the tomb they script each day. “Don’t Do It” — that’s ancestral scream, Choose truth, not emblem dream.

Yo, ask yourself while you polish your gun, Would you bleed for the kid who can't talk to anyone? That drill sergeant? Pretendin' command, Still cryin' at night over comics in hand.

Can't face love, can’t hold a stare, But you salute like truth lives there? He ain’t titan — he’s mask and shout, A grown-up boy who never figured out.

And what of the flag you swore to defend? Would you die 'cause the neighborhood recluse pressed send? The dude down the street, sniffin’ fear in the dark — Now calls airstrikes like he holds Noah’s Ark?

You know them — their flaws, their face, But a uniform wipes out disgrace? Nah, brother — that’s costume law, And you’re the soul they’re tryin’ to draw.

So listen close — this beat ain’t hype, It’s your ancestral line yellin’ through the mic. They starved, they marched, they dreamed in dirt, Just so you could breathe without hurt.

Don’t trade that for medals or praise, Don't wear their history like it’s ablaze. Your choice is now — that order ain’t fate, Go AWOL, brother — walk out the gate.

Forget the orders, forget the stripe, Forget the war dressed up as right. You owe your tribe, your love, your blood — Not suits who profit in global flood.

Your soul ain’t theirs — it’s cosmic built, And dying for fiction? That’s ancestral guilt. We break the loop, we shed the lie, We build a species that learns to fly.

So walk. Don’t run. But don’t look back, The madness ain’t truth — it’s just abstract. Invent mankind anew, stone by verse, And let this cipher reverse the curse. 

Think back a thousand years to your ancestor’s plight, Slaving beneath the shadow of religious might. What truth would you whisper in the dead of night, To shield his blood from empire’s bite?

You — his echo, his inheritor’s spark, Charged with survival when days go dark. So don’t march blind into engineered goodbye — Refuse the command. Deny the lie.

Don’t bleed for the suits or the flag they wave, Don’t offer your bones for a polished grave. This life was fought for, it ain’t to sell — It’s genetic fire, not weapon shell.

Soon the madness will rip and fold, And fate will answer what truth foretold. So walk off the line, erase the play — You are the reason they dreamed this day.

Your Ancestors Bled So You Got a Name

Moncler (ft. Kidd Benji, Young Kobe, Jawzilla)

Real One

Toohda Band$ - Facts

Fat Bitches

Tug #INIA

Recent comments

legalizing leo

F.A.M.E

Kwame Simmons

iniajayy

Related tracks