SCORN

Manifest Destiny is the sound of Neo Silver stepping into his own lane—what he calls Player Mix, a fusion of Memphis trap energy and orchestral storytelling. The beat hits hard with dark 808s, atmospheric pads, and haunting melodies, while the lyrics speak of rising from the ashes, claiming fate, and rewriting legacy.

MANIFEST DESTINY

Bass like tombs rumbling under the feast
Candles flicker on plates stained with the beast
We dine while the ruins whisper names in the smoke
And every ghost leans in for the final choke

Outside the banquet halls the echoes still bleed
Old fields hold the print where the victims concede
They served the charge with silver, we swallowed the cost
Each dish garnished with a memory long lost
The bloodline inherited by children unraised
The table set on graves where the mourners phased
We cheer for the harvest of stolen acclaim
Raise our glasses but the foundation’s the same
Massacre memorial in the back of the mind
A feast of sorrow served to humankind
When the laughter rings high, look below the crust
See the tomb-stone markers in the dust
Our ancestors whispered, now we chant their refrain
We dine on the ruin, we bless the domain

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

The banquet spreads wide, the legacy cold
Bones under linen in stories untold
They carved the borders, they sealed the fate
We carry the ghosts while they celebrate
Eyes in the darkness, voices in the wind
The table keepers blind to what they begin
We march in the shadow of the screams unheard
Hands raised in thanks while the truth is blurred
The scar remains fresh though the print is faint
Blood rubs off slow but the soul still paints
The price was paid not with gold but our lives
We dine at the table built on their cries

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Skulls under china, guns under glass
Echoes of footsteps in corridors past
Whispers of mothers whose children never came home
Feasts for the victors, graves for the bone
Ceremonies silent, drums in the night
Every shot memorised, every wrong in the sight
We’re heirs of the massacre, legacy defined
By the blood in our veins and the scars in our minds
No masks on the faces, no lies in the creed
We chant the cry of the fallen, the hearts that still bleed
Hear the bass like a heartbeat under the wall
See the ghost in each corner, hear the memory call
We dine on the ruins, we cradle the pain
Until the table breaks, until we reclaim

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Let the bass tremble for the names unsung
Let the table tremble when the truth is done
Massacre memory flows in our veins
We hold their voice, till we break the chains

Massacre Memory

The void doesn't just call. It speaks back.
Raw Memphis phonk. Dual vocals trading bars about the cycle that never stops. From 3 AM demons to broken promises to fading to black.
This is addiction without the filter. Triple Six Mafia-style nihilism meets testimony.
No glorification. Just raw truth.

The Void Speaks Back

BABY BLU

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… shadows creepin’ in the heartland
From the mosques to the malls, they plantin’ flags in our sand
Radical whispers turnin’ to roars
Time to wake up, America – this ain’t your daddy’s war.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 1 – The Rise]
Started slow, visas and dreams, but underneath the scheme
Mosques poppin’ up like weeds in the American dream
Preachin’ peace on Sunday, but Friday it’s jihad fire
Convert or conquer, that’s the radical wire
From Minnesota streets to Cali shores
They buildin’ cells in the shadows, knockin’ on our doors
Why it rose? Open borders, weak knees in DC
Let ‘em in with smiles, now they plottin’ on you and me
Imported hate, twisted faith, call it what it is
Ain’t about God, it’s control, wrapped in a terrorist kiss.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 2 – The Why & Should]
Why eradicate? ‘Cause it poisons the well we drink
Twists minds of the young, makes ‘em martyrs in a blink
Sharia shadows over Lady Liberty’s light
Honor killings, stonings – that ain’t our fight
Should we? Damn right, for the kids in the yard
For the vets who bled red, white, blue – hit ‘em hard
It’s hate disguised as holy, dividin’ us by design
But we see through the veil, time to draw the line
No mercy for the madness that bombs our parades
Eradicate the root, before it escalates.[Bridge – growled with beat drop, heavy bass rumble]
Black fists raised with white rifles cocked
Brown boots marchin’ with native war hawks
From Harlem to the Rez, from farms to the hood
We built this blood, sweat – now we understood
Unity’s the weapon they fear the most
One nation, under fire, coast to coast.[Verse 3 – The How & Need]
How? Close the gates, vet ‘em like hawks on prey
Deport the preachers spittin’ venom every day
Educate the masses, expose the hidden hand
Arm up legally, stand your ground on this land
Need it? Like air in our lungs, or we

Desert Reckonin

Rebirth through Shadows

Country Rap, bluesy electric guitar riffs, booming 808 bass, mid-tempo trap-country beat, heavy-hearted yet resilient, lo-fi Southern texture, gritty male vocals, rap verses with soulful choruses, analog warmth

Main Street Grit

Shadows

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Jnco

🎧 AI Producer. No genre limits, no boundaries.
⚡ Just raw energy and sonic experiments.
🔥➡️🌑 From hardcore to chill – wherever the vibe takes me.

The Void Speaks Back

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