The Kind Keepers is an experimental Al rap group I came up with, consisting of fictional members Ghost Riddah and Lowkey Lune, blending influences from all corners of hip hop. I write all the lyrics myself, then have ChatGPT structure the lyrics properly.


***LYRICS DOWN BELOW***

[Intro - Ghost Riddah]
Ayy, we was born with money, but we learned the dirty route
Whole crib look like heaven, but we took the hellish route
Mama ain’t know ‘bout the 30s in the couch
Now we masked up, drivin’ out the gated house

[Hook - Lowkey Lune & Ghost Riddah]
From silver spoons to ski masks (yeah)
Pullin’ up with full mags (uh)
Suburb saints with demon pasts
Hop off the porch, now we run with the blast
White boy wildin’, never had to ask
Money long, now the pain don’t last
We ain’t built for the life, but we dove in fast
Now it’s drive-bys, sirens, and tinted glass
Bullets and Birkenstocks, we pull up in them trucks
See them green beams and you know you out of luck

[Verse 1 - Ghost Riddah]
Graduated prep school, now I’m runnin’ from the vice
Designer duffle full of white, Glock tucked real tight
Used to sip champagne, now it’s dirty Sprite
Flipped the Benz to a box Chevy overnight
I don’t shoot for clout, I shoot for peace of mind
Pops in a suit, me? Duckin’ one-time
Neighbors say we changed, but we been this way
Just traded lacrosse sticks for K’s, bang-bang

[Verse 2 - Lowkey Lune]
Mama had a Beemer, I got a beam too
Infrared kiss when I slide through
Never broke, so the plug showed love
Now I flood the block with a grin and a shrug
Montclair mask, true religion sag
My trust fund buys your whole damn trap
Lambo dreams with AR clips
Wasn’t born in the struggle, but I live in the mix

[Bridge - Ghost Riddah]
Used to play in cul-de-sacs, now we dodge dispatch
Heard a shot ring, now we pray we make it back
Got blood on the Supreme, tears on my jeans
Life ain’t what it seems when you chase these dreams
My Rolex don’t tick, but the block still does
My heart got cold, and the steel won’t budge
Rich kids on demon time, we just wanted love
But the streets called us and we hadda throw on gloves 

[Hook - Lowkey Lune & Ghost Riddah]
From silver spoons to ski masks (yeah)
Pullin’ up with full mags (uh)
Suburb saints with demon pasts
Hop off the porch, now we run with the blast
White boy wildin’, never had to ask
Money long, now the pain don’t last
We ain’t built for the life, but we dove in fast
Now it’s drive-bys, sirens, and tinted glass
Bullets and Birkenstocks, we pull up in them trucks
See them green beams and you know you out of luck

[Verse 3 - Ghost Riddah]
Talkin’ shootouts in Teslas, high-speed escapes
Got rich habits but we duckin’ jakes
Turned privilege to pain, cash to stain
Wasn’t ’posed to bang, but we danced in the rain
Scarface quotes in the group chat
Pushin’ 50K pills in a school backpack
Never needed, but we still did
Now we legends in the streets, suburban misfits

[Outro - Lowkey Lune]
Call us what you want, but we earned our names
Kind Keepers, but we let them things bang
Not for glory, just to feel alive
Born safe, now we live where the angels cry
Big spoons, big straps, and we still slide
White fences never kept what’s inside
Luxury turned to blood and pride
In a war we bought into, but can’t survive

Bullets and Birkenstocks

The Kind Keepers are an experimental ai rap group I created, inspired by various types of rap/hip hop. I write the lyrics myself, then use ai to structure/produce the rest for me. Enjoy as this is purely for good old fun and the love of the music.

****Below are the Lyrics****

[Intro: Lowkey Lune]
Cadillac floatin’ like a hearse in a dream
Chrome saints ridin’ while the city still bleeds
Got a ghost in the glovebox, money in the seams
If I die tonight, let the wheels still gleam…

[Hook: Ghost Riddah]
Chrome Cadillac with the saints in the back
Dirty money foldin’ out the seat in stacks
Movin’ through the haze, yeah the steel still packed
And my soul long gone, ain’t no bringin’ it back
(Switch lanes slow, devil ridin’ shotgun)
(Wood grain grip, see the smoke when I talk some)
Heart ice cold, I was raised by the lost ones
Keepers on the block, every knock mean the funds come

[Verse 1: Lowkey Lune]
Candy paint drip like the blood from my sins
Triple beam balance, got the weight locked in
Tints so black, I reflect what I been
Seen too much, now the light look thin
Gold grill flash in the dark like omen
Text from the plug say the shipment coastin’
Hood full of vultures, we fly then ghostin’
Dreams made of coke lines, fiends stay hopin’

[Bridge: Ghost Riddah]
Engine hummin’ like a choir in the rain
Full tank pain, switch gears through the flame
Left hand holy but the right hold flame
You ain’t ever lived ’til you rode with the shame

[Hook: Both]
Chrome Cadillac with the saints in the back
Dirty money foldin’ out the seat in stacks
Movin’ through the haze, yeah the steel still packed
And my soul long gone, ain’t no bringin’ it back
(Switch lanes slow, devil ridin’ shotgun)
(Wood grain grip, see the smoke when I talk some)
Heart ice cold, I was raised by the lost ones
Keepers on the block, every knock mean the funds come

[Verse 2: Ghost Riddah]
I don’t pray, I load clips
Make peace with the pitch-black lips
In the cut like a switchblade kiss
If the reaper want a dance, then I slit both wrists
Four doors down, got a stash like myths
Chrome piece look like a blessing and a risk
Soul ain’t clean, but the shine too crisp
Watch my name drip through the cracks in the bricks

[Verse 3: Lowkey Lune] 
Slow, drugged-out cadence
Ash on my lap from a blunt half-dead
Rearview ghosts still lurkin’ in my head
City lights bleed like the tears I shed
But the cash still green, so I chase that dread
Neon flicker, heart on a trigger
Mama say pray, but the gods grow bitter
Angels don’t ride where the chrome rims glitter
So I toast to the dark, let the ice clink quicker

[Verse 4: Ghost Riddah – mournful melody, slightly aggressive]
Catch me on the curve with a pocket full of death
Hollow point sermons, got a bible in my vest
Money call loud, I ain’t never learned rest
Only dream in reverse, only love in the flesh
Keep a blade in my grin, kiss the sins that I kept
Got a queen in the whip, but she’s ghostin’ my steps
Pour codeine on the pain ’til I’m feelin’ like less
But I still keep rollin’ with the weight on my chest

Chrome Cadillac Saints

The Kind Keepers is an experimental Al rap group I came up with, consisting of fictional members Ghost Riddah and Lowkey Lune, blending influences from all corners of hip hop. I write all the lyrics myself, then have ChatGPT structure the lyrics properly, then use Suno Ai program to produce the rest for me.

[Intro – Spoken]
Ayy, look—this that East Coast war cry,
From Lynn to the Bean, you know what it mean,
Bodies dropped, bags got snatched—let me talk my talk.
Megatron Aura.
[Verse 1]
I’m from that place where the cold cut deep,
Boston nights, where the youngins creep,
Mask on like its Halloween,
But ain’t no candy, just red on the scene.
Splitting your seams 
Shootouts sound like the Bruins won double OT,
But this ain’t the Garden
 it’s that back Alley OD

Whips get lit, then vanish by day,
Church doors always locked, nobody here to pray
And the law too late, they just chalkin’ the way
 All the way from Lynn down to Yawkee way

East Lynn, that’s the spot I claim,
Seen more heat than a torch to the flame.
Whole squad movin’ like wolves off the chain,
One wrong look, you might get stained.
Back in the day, they was poppin’ them vans,
Armored trucks hittin’ dirt with the plan.
Broad day blitz, no gloves on hands,
Now half them hitters got numbers in the can.
[Chorus]
From Lynn to the Bean, it’s lit,
Talk funny and we paint the whole whip
Shooters on deck they never slip,
And them OG tales still hit.
Ridin fast lanes, got that Tac grades that fill Mass graves, and that’s facts aye
***Gunshots echo***

[Verse 2]
They don’t know ’bout that Tremont heat,
Gun smoke thicker than Boston sleet,
Four deep in a Crown Vic fleet,
Lookin’ for a lick, just a meal to eat.
Downtown bank runs, mask with a smirk,
Glocks on waist, demons doin’ dirt.
Heard your crew tough? Boy, that’s cute work,
We send them back folded fresh linens like church.
Want smoke we puttem in the dirt

Lynn bred soldiers, real ones, not actors,
Grew up with wolves, now we movin’ like raptors.
Trap spots hot, fiends fight like wrestlers,
Still got the re-up in the crib with the pastor.
And we ain’t just robbers, we schemers,
Masked in dreams, in a Beemer.
Bulletproof vests and demeanors,
Only God know we ain’t dreamers.

[Bridge – Spoken / Half-Sung]
Old heads talk ‘bout them armored car days,
Back when the loot moved slow, but it paid,
C-4, boom, whole route got sprayed,
Then they’d vanish in the snow like shades.

[Verse 3]
I know a few ghosts in that Lynn South maze,
Still got names echoing through them hallways.
Stories get told when the fifth banner get raised,
And the steel sound loud like Celtics plays.
This that Mass drill anthem, raw,
Full clip spit when we knock at your door.
Demon mode with the East Coast lore,
Bodies hit ground, then we skirt, no remorse.

[Chorus – Repeat w/ Adlibs]
From Lynn to the Bean, it’s lit (skrrt skrrt),
Shooters on deck, don’t slip (brrt brrt),
Whole block move like it’s war time,
And them OG tales still hit. (Still hit!)
Talk about scores, we up (we up!),
Mass graves fill when we dump (lay down!),
This that demon time drill, get bucked,
From the shadows where killers erupt. (Boom!)

[Outro – Spoken]
Boston built from blood and frost,
Ain’t no mercy when that line get crossed.
From Lynn to the Bean, we don’t just talk—we move.
Welcome to Massachusetts

MAss Mayhem

[Intro – Lowkey Lune – echo & heavy reverb, minimal beat]
Yeah…
Welcome to the games…
Gold chains… blood stains… no names…
2025…
Hood Olympics — blunts lit… now let’s ride… [beat kicks in]
[Verse 1 – Ghost Riddah – raspy, filtered vocal tone]
Pulled up in the Caddy with the back blown out
Torch and blunt lit high, let the fiends all shout

It’s the relay race through a gunfight maze
Jumpin’ fences with the duffle full of yay

Middle class White boy move like the hood raised me
Grew up safe but the hoods done changed me

Got up off the porch and I done went crazy
Trunk full of heat done left the whole hood hazey

I’m the hood’s very own Patrick Swayze
I’ll run this fucking race till the 5-0 get lazy

[Beat fades into spacey ambient transition]
[Hook – Lowkey Lune – distorted melodic autotune, drawn-out delivery]
Pass the torch…
Light it up in the street…
We runnin’ games where the angels won’t meet

Everybody welcome…
We don’t care where you from…
If you made it out the hood…
Then you already won…
[FX stack builds here — ghostly reverb]

I’m so enthralled with being lawless
Scarface on that mob shit, rawness

My charges always the strongest
Gold medal in “dodging feds the longest”

Posted in the cut while I’m taking bong hits
And my money never honest

[Verse 2 – Lowkey Lune – layered with subtle whispers, lo-fi filter FX]
Obstacle course in the back of the trap
Hop the barbed wire, stash the strap

One hand on the scale, other on the Glock
Tryna bag weight before the stopwatch stop

100 yard dash where you running from the cops
“Parkour through the Projects” — silver chain prize

Team from the burbs got that deadshot aim, surprise
Mama ain’t proud but the streets be cheerin’

It’s the finals, ten toes, hear the crowd swearing
[Quick stuttered beat break before next hook]

[Hook – Ghost Riddah – layered demonic FX, down-pitched]
Gold grills gleam when the flame gets lit
If you scared, take a seat, this the real hood shit

Where the judges don’t judge, only weigh your grind
One hand on a 40, others on the 45

This the hood Olympics…
Only the strong survive…

[Verse 3 – Ghost Riddah – punchy delivery with delay FX on end rhymes]
Drive-by biathlon, scope and a switch
Points for the getaway, no snitch, get rich

Synchronized flexin’ in designer ski masks
Breaking all the rules while we puffin’ tree trunk gas

Sippin’ lean like it’s champagne after taking gold
Third place got locked up — holdin’ silver till he old
It’s love, it’s war, it’s skill and finesse
In the hood Olympics, never settle for less
[Bridge – Lowkey Lune – pitched up, eerie sing-song tone, ambient synth]
High jump over trauma, we the champs of the pain
Shootin’ dice like discus, still soaked in rain

Medals for the ones who ain’t make it out
So we celebrate hard, pour the potions and we shout
[Final Hook – Both – layered FX, alternating pitch, heavy echo]
[Outro – Ghost Riddah – deep pitched FX over decaying beat]
Stay away from the snakes
Bring a gun to the gates
No commercial breaks

2025 Hood Olympics

The Kind Keepers is an experimental Al rap group I came up with, consisting of fictional members Ghost Riddah and Lowkey Lune, blending influences from all corners of hip hop. I write all the lyrics myself, then have Suno AI create it

Welcome to the keep

Wrote the lyrics myself then had Suno Ai create the rest

44 Minutes

The Kind Keepers are an experimental ai rap group I created, consisting of fictional members Ghost Riddah and Lowkey Lune and inspired by various types of rap/hip hop. I write the lyrics myself, then use Suno Ai program to structure/produce/vocals for me. Enjoy as this is purely for good old fun and the love of the music.


***Lyrics down below***

[Intro – Ghost Riddah]
Yo… Kind Keepers in the shadows again,
Where the ink bleeds deep and the battles begin [echoes]

[Verse 1 – Lowkey Lune]
Yo it’s Lowkey Lune
I’m off the chain and out the cube
This daytime TV better watch like Looney Tunes
Talking all that shit I might box you in with goons
Came a long way from cleaning dope up off of spoons
Catch me in the woods straight barking at the moon
Angry and aggressive, my violence is excessive,
Me and Ghost wipe your whole team out in succession.
Snap like a mousetrap—bars loaded with malice,
Lyrical gymnastics from a mental asylum palace.
Syllables scatter like fragments on glass,
My flow’s a Molotov tossed through your mask.
Can’t teach this—got it out the trenches,
Where death’s a whisper through chainlink fences.
I don’t write for trends, I scribe for the cursed,
Every line birthed from pain unrehearsed.
I stay shadow-bound, language like a blade,
Carving new dimensions in the bars I laid.

[Verse 2 – Ghost Riddah]
With this Smith and Wesson, I’m handin out free lessons,
Masked up with the vest kid.
We just wanna make records, don’t make us get reckless,
And sever your connections [Gunshots, dead line message]
Since adolescence my mentality has been Obsolescent
Toting poles with those fluorescents,
Split your head into a crescent in the streets just like a peasant.
Grimy with the grammar, sacred with the sentence,
Spirit of a monk with a felon’s presence.
Been cold since the code of the street took form,
Now my verse hit like a quiet storm.
Drenched in philosophy, fed by the flame,
Every page another echo of pain.
Pavement prophet with a shank in the jacket,
Words peel back like a surgeon in racket.
Can’t mimic this—it’s lived in my breath,
Flow raised by the gutter and tempered in death.

[Verse 3 – Lowkey Lune]
Look—my brain’s a war drum, I march to disorder,
Flow cross borders like contraband orders.
Style like a priest who found peace in the slaughter,
I baptize the beat in that holy water.
Tongue twister, thought splitter, rhyme emitter,
Bars like static—make your whole soul jitter.
Streets raised me twisted, but I twisted back smarter,
Now I write scriptures like the ink’s from the martyr.

[Verse 4 – Ghost Riddah]
I came from the places that hope don’t go,
Where night feels endless and the clocks run slow.
Kept the pen close like a lifeline rope,
Now I speak in bullets wrapped in quotes.
This ain’t rap—it’s a blood-born vision,
A mix of religion and premonition.
I’m a walking ghost—no gimmick or costume,
My verses live long like a curse in the monsoon.
Never begged fate—just carved my piece,
With a voice that’ll echo from west to east.

Keepers of the code

The Kind Keepers are an experimental ai rap I created, consisting of fictional members Ghost Riddah and Lowkey Lune and inspired by various types of rap/hip hop. I write the lyrics myself, then use Suno Ai program to structure/produce/vocals for me. Enjoy as this is purely for good old fun and the love of the music.


***Lyrics below***

[Intro: Both]
Lowkey Lune… Ghost Riddah…
Caddy ridin’ through the smoke—Kind Keepers don’t choke.

⸻

[Verse 1: Ghost Riddah]
Rollin’ down the block in a ‘96 Caddy,
Windows tinted black, I’ll pull up to the addy,
Trunk full of weight, pockets full of cash,
Ridin’ dirty, livin’ fast, we ain’t never lookin’ back.
Prescription bottles on the dash
Cops light flash
I got a warrant and 2 guns you know I hit the gas

Clips in the glove box, Glock in my lap,
Eyes on the rearview, enemies on the map,
Homies in the backseat, ready to attack,
One wrong move, it’s a click-clack blast “BANG!” (Gunshot)

Night oozes in, the shadows come alive,
Silhouettes in the alleys, we ready for the drive,
No love in the heart, just ice in the veins,
Street life got us numb, we ain’t never feel the pain.

Cocaine dreams, heroin schemes,
Life in the fast lane, it ain’t what it seems,
Money, power, respect, but we can’t ever rest,
Till the reaper brings the storm to put us to the test.

⸻

[Chorus: Both]
Drive-by’s in the night, livin’ on the edge,
Death around the corner, destruction is our pledge
Cadillac cruisin’, demons in the ride,
Born to die young, we won’t ever hide.
Constant evil urges, addicted to the high
Nasal drips banana clips let me fucking die

⸻

[Verse 2: Lowkey Lune]
Creepin’ through the hood, shadows on the wall,
Life’s a gamble, bet it all, watch us never fall,
Packin’ heat, movin’ dope, hustle never stops,
In this dirty game, we the kings of glocks,
Triple beams on your chest I’ll drop you like a rock
My magnum right twice a day like a fucking clock

Bloodshot eyes, nights haunted by the past,
Ghosts of old homies, their shadows never last,
Lost in the maze of the concrete jungle,
Every day a battle, every night a rumble,
Sack the streets, watch my competition fumble

Caddy’s engine roaring, echo in the night,
Smoke trails follow as we taking flight,
Midnight marauders, shadow in the mist,
This life’s a risk, we ain’t scared we resist.

Whisperin’ prayers, but no one’s listenin’,
Hollow tips fly, death’s symphony glistenin’,
Sellin’ dreams in bags, fiends in the alley,
In this dance of death, we ain’t keepin’ tally (gunshots)

⸻

[Chorus: Both]
Drive-by’s in the night, livin’ on the edge,
Death around the corner, destruction is our pledge
Cadillac cruisin’, demons in the ride,
Born to die young, we won’t ever hide.
Constant evil urges, addicted to the high
Nasal drips banana clips let me fucking die

⸻

[Bridge: Ghost Riddah & Lowkey Lune, trading lines]
Chrome on the wheels, blood on the streets,
Heart full of darkness, hear the devil speak,
Life in the fast lane, no brakes, no sleep,
Runnin’ from the shadows, promises we keep.

⸻

[Outro: Both, Ghost leading, Lune echoing]
Rollin’ in the Caddy, ghosts of the night, (ghosts of the night…)
Livin’ on the edge, ridin’ till we die, (till we die…)
In this world of pain, we find our peace,
Kind Keeper keeping count, till our souls are released…

Demons in the Caddy

The Kind Keepers is an experimental Al rap group I came up with, consisting of fictional members Ghost Riddah and Lowkey Lune, blending influences from all corners of hip hop. I write all the lyrics myself, then have ChatGPT structure the lyrics better than I am able to, then use Suno AI program to produce the instrumental and vocals for me.


***Lyrics below***

[Intro Ghost Riddah]
Lynn Mass, where it’s grimy and cold…
Where youngins move packs just to lighten the load
Where Commons turn warzone, heat in our coats
And the beach turn lit once the drama’s remote…
[Verse 1 Ghost Riddah]
I was thirteen with a piece in my coat
Seen a body in the Commons, that’s what made me so bold
Ran the block off Chestnut, Fiends posted in cold
Trap house bangin’ like it’s Sunday toast
Young Rydah with the .9, posted in rain
Told mama I’m chillin’, but I’m deep in the game
Flipped a few G’s, got a name with the flame
Put a opp on his back just for sayin’ my name.
Front page talk, now the Feds got a lens
But I still move weight like I’m stacking my sins
At Red Rock deep, got the squad and the twins
With a wood in my mouth and some gold on my grin.
[Verse 2 Lowkey Lune]
Lowkey Lune from the north of the Ville
Had a Wesson in my starter, made a thousand off pills
Lynn Commons got hot, saw the beef turn real
Heard the shots echo loud from that Spring Street hill
I was sixteen, bandana tied tight
Tried to rob me? Nah, he got lit that night
Dumped three at his mans, had to ditch that pipe
Hit the boardwalk runnin’ under Red Rock light.
Now we ridin’ out, thirty deep with the vibe
Couple shawties with the loud, other homies gon’ slide
We was breakin’ in spots, tryna hustle and hide
Now it’s Patek on the wrist with a bag full of pride.
[Hook  Both melodic drill flow]
From the Commons to the Rock, we lit
Young wolves in the fog, no quit
Move packs, split licks, then dip
Whole squad at the beach, that’s Lynn
Ride out when the night get cold
We was raised in the Mass with a soul that’s bold
Ain’t sweet, better tighten that lip
You don’t want heat from the Lynn State clique.
[Verse 3 Ghost Riddah]
Now I’m back where it started, city full of scars
Seen a homie lose his life just two blocks from the bars
We was runnin’ from them charges, duckin’ state cars
Turned a corner, got to dumpin’, now we shootin’ at stars
Tried to talk peace but the beef ain’t rest
Put a drum on the Glock, now the threats get pressed
I ain’t proud of my sins but I walk with the vest
‘Cause the past never dies in the East or West.
[Verse 4 Lowkey Lune]
I remember summer nights Red Rock blaze
Bottles in the sand, no job, just plays
We was runnin’ from the sirens, duckin’ them rays
Now it’s yachts in my dreams, gotta switch my ways
Still I’m loyal to the dirt, that’s the code we trust
Lynn raised me gritty, turned diamonds from dust
If I ever fall back, I ain’t losin’ my touch
‘Cause I came from the jungle where love ain’t much.
[Hook Both repeat]
From the Commons to the Rock, we lit
Young wolves in the fog, no quit
Move packs, split licks, then dip
Whole squad at the beach, that’s Lynn
Ride out when the night get cold
We was raised in the Mass with a soul that’s bold
Ain’t sweet, better tighten that lip
You don’t want heat from the Lynn State clique.
[Outro Ghost Riddah]
If you know, you know. From Rockaway to Broad Street, from Essex to the Cuts we up

Lynn State of Mind

I write the Lyrics myself, then use Suno Ai to produce and create instrumentals and vocals.

***Lyrics below***

[Intro – Ghost Riddah]
Yeah… it’s that Kind Keeper essence,
Off that pavement, with pain and presence.
We ain’t here for the fame or flexin’—
This ink’s our weapon, the booth’s confession.

[Verse 1 – Ghost Riddah]
Swallowed the silence, now I speak in scriptures,
Framed my trauma in violent pictures.
Riddah the methodical—every line surgical,
Blueprint bars like I’m designing the terminal.
Soul like tar, drip heavy from my larynx,
Tales from the block scrawled over cracked ceramics.
Raised on tension, pressure makes the diamond,
Hands stayed dirty but my verse stay refined in.
Moved through the maze with my blade in the lining,
Breathe in the ash when the city starts dying.

[Verse 2 – Lowkey Lune]
Lune talk loony, rhyme like riddles,
Pop off top, make the beat go brittle.
Came from the void, made gold from a thimble,
Now my cadence slick like a criminal symbol.
I don’t brag, I flex in layers,
Wordplay thick like bricklayer prayers.
Tongue do flips like Olympic sprinters,
Syllable shots—make your dome get splinters.
Backpack filled with metaphors and burners,
Droppin’ gems like I robbed a word merchant,
I accept who I am I’m over the soul searching. 

[Bridge – Ghost Riddah]
Every syllable’s scripture,
Every bar a cracked mirror,
Every wound I stitched up,
Every other rapper inferior,
Every bullet sends the hood in hysteria,
Sent 30 rounds at my Caddys exterior,
Got hit and bled ink on my interior,
Caught them next day lackin outside my area

[Verse 3 – Ghost Riddah]
From Lynn to the ledge of the literary edge,
Bled for these verses, they were born in a pledge.
Pencil like a pistol, cocked with intent,
Shoot thoughts through the pad ’til the canvas bent.
You hear calm—I hear screams in the cadence,
War inside still leaves the flow weightless.
Surgical steel in my paragraph placement,
Every word sharp, every breath contagious.

[Verse 4 – Lowkey Lune]
I was born with a smirk and a scheme,
Whole team got dreams wrapped in laser beams.
Lyrics lace like sneakers for the soul,
Lune moonwalkin’ through a verse ice cold.
Similes sizzle, I scribble in riddles,
My flow juggle like a jester with missiles.
Catch me in the shadows with a grin so sinister,
Script flippin’ faster than a coke plug’s minister.

[Hook – Both]
(K-Kind Keepers…)
No cap, this the lyrical dojo,
Ink in the veins like a venomous logo.
We don’t play with the pen, it’s a blade,
Every line leave a scar that’ll never fade.
(Keepers…)
We the quiet before the sirens,
Bars bang like riots in silence.
Ghost and Lune got the style unmatched,
Talk that shit you might catch 6 in the back
Whole city feel the shift when the duo dispatch.

[Outro – Lowkey Lune]
This ain’t rap, it’s a rite of passage,
Script carved deep in a bloodstained canvas.
When they ask who brought the fire from the gutter,
Tell ‘em Kind Keepers—ain’t no other.

Scarred Barrs

The Kind Keepers is an experimental Al rap group I came up with, consisting of fictional members Ghost Riddah and Lowkey Lune, blending influences from all corners of hip hop. I write all the lyrics myself, then have ChatGPT structure the lyrics properly, then use Suno Ai program to produce the beat and vocals for me.

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