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06-29-2021

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'RCN TALK' by RCN HUDDA 
 An Album w/ 26 tracks that you can hear all the way thru!

All songs were Written & Directed by RCN HUDDA
W/ few features from few other RCN family members.

All music was produced by different producers we found on Youtube.
All tracks were Recorded @ GRNS Studio in Palm Desert, CA

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23 RCN HUDDA

RCN HUDDA - BLACK ROSES

RCN HUDDA - GO STUPID

A Three-Movement Hip-Hop Symphony About Art, Surveillance, and Survival
Part I: The Scam (Intimate Confession)
Minimal piano and brush strokes
A painter gets excited about selling their first piece—30 hours of work, a lifetime of imagination. Then comes the gut punch: "It's a scam." What follows is a raw meditation on trying to create in a world that's weaponized hope itself. The beat stays minimal, letting the story breathe while AI glitch sounds underscore how machines feast on stolen creativity.
Part II: The Panopticon (Industrial Paranoia)
Surveillance static and heavy bass
The personal becomes political as the track shifts into darker territory. They can track your gait from 50 meters away, know your heartbeat, catalog your entire life—but somehow can't stop the scammers bleeding artists dry. Industrial sounds and found surveillance audio create an atmosphere of technological claustrophobia.
Part III: The Revelation (Revolutionary Clarity)
Building to orchestral climax
The final movement strips away all pretense: "They fucking hate those who can create / But they gotta have it." This isn't incompetence—it's systematic torture. The production explodes into its most aggressive form as the narrator realizes the surveillance state protects the criminals, not the victims. Ends with defiant clarity: "Make art for your soul, not to serve their fear."
A complete journey from personal heartbreak to systemic understanding—conscious rap that hits like a documentary, flows like poetry, and burns like truth.