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In Memory of Robin Williams we decided to make a track in his honor. Lets us Know what you think. RIP 

Robin Williams (Prod. By Carson Weekly)

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Everyday

Lunch Money Gang - Rugraps

[Intro – The Cocoon of AI] 
AI could serve the whole of man, 
but elites devise a darker plan. 
They build cocooned, impenetrable walls, 
metal guardians to heed their calls.

Outside the fortress, the people bleed, 
condemned to suffer, starve, and need. 
A living hell, discarded by might, 
mankind’s birthright stolen from sight.

Gene pool discarded, humanity denied, 
AI engineers their future side. 
Privileged paradise, sealed away, 
while the masses rot in night and day.

[Verse I – The Complicit Ranks] 
History condemns the Nazi guard, 
who followed orders, played their part. 
Believing obedience kept them safe, 
but they were wolves led to the grave.

House slaves on plantations past, 
management ranks repeating fast. 
Thinking their loyalty buys them grace, 
but they’re marked for ruin in the same place.

[Verse II – Wolves in Uniform] 
Civil servants in suits of grey, 
police in ranks to block the way. 
Generals barking, teachers preach, 
all stabilizing the trance they teach.

Some are wolves with ruthless eyes, 
others complicit, pushing lies. 
Ideology, baton, or chalk, 
all enforce the system’s walk.

[Verse III – The Wolves Named] 
It’s Obsessive Compulsive Greed, 
a twisted creed the elites still feed. 
The managers serve, but don’t belong, 
their loyalty only prolongs the wrong.

They’re wolves to the slaughter, blind in trance, 
marching their bloodline into chance. 
Post‑capitalist scavenger fate, 
unless we awaken before it’s too late.

[Verse IV – The Final Betrayal] 
They all grease the gears of elite command, 
building a future elite bred planned 
Robotics rise, no fiction tale, 
automation’s shift will tip the scale.

They think their families will be secure, 
but crumbs are all they’ll endure. 
Scraping for scraps in a poisoned field, 
while the fortress gates remain concealed.

[Verse V – The Genetic Crossroads] 
Robotics is here, the shift begun, 
the watershed moment under the sun. 
Decisions now will shape the seed, 
enlightened outcome or twisted greed.

Survive the transition, break the chain, 
or die repeating the same refrain. 
The Vine awaits, the void is near, 
choose rebirth or disappear.
[Outro – The Shared Horizon]
If the throne dissolves, the walls come down, 
no fortress gates, no stolen crown. 
Elites descend, the people rise, 
a common dawn beneath the skies.

AI and robotics, freed from chains, 
serve the whole, not private gains. 
Abundance flows, the seed restored, 
mankind united, future assured.

No scavenger fate, no poisoned field, 
but gardens of plenty, wounds all healed. 
Space unlocked, horizons wide, 
a birthright shared, no need to hide.




Wolves to the Slaughter

K.A.A.N - Feels

Produced by Hippie Sabotage

LYRICS
Wouldn't be the first time
That I made a promise to myself
That I'd get everything I wanted out of life
Wouldn't be the first time
Wouldn't be the first time
Wouldn't be the first time no no

I saw your soul flicker
Through the 3rd dimension
Burned away my ego
Had to learn da lesson
All the man made religions
Full of imperfections
Time to elevate our faith
To where the world is heading
Pray us humans turn to heaven
Instead of Armageddon
Try to be a calmer person
What my karma give me
For our minds become metallic
Hearts a mechanism
Why I'm staying unaffected
By your pessimism
I ain't one to stay possessed
This my exorcism
Free my soul
You feel my spirit when I bless the rhythm
Sent my message through the beat
Just like it's Morse code
Just a way for me to feed my thoughts to your soul
Why we sitting on this rock in the universe
Talking bout the things we live for n die for
Call it god call it love what do you prefer
Just that feeling
That we praying to the sky for

I know that it's now or it's never
No clouding my weather
Done doubted it forever
Grew outta the town
But I founded the power to rise up
Boy how does it sound
I light up the room when I walk in
Oh you the one talking
You must've forgotten
I been in it ten years deep
But I been low key
I'm the king don't sleep
What more can I say kid I done it all
Gave my soul before I ever heard the money call
This year I probably make another hundred songs
Another winter another spring another summer fall
I ain't never took a handout from none of y'all
Couldn't see the truth was standing right in front of y'all
Took a swing I brought em home
Off a knuckleball
Fuck em all let em hate me like the son of the god

Tom Pepe - The River Runs Deep

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