MIXED AND MASTERED AND BEAT PRODUCED BY PRODBYCT24

broken hope - KRAZE (prodbyct24)

same shit

Questioning Why

So I was going through some junk mail today and I picked up the target catalogue. Whilst flicking through the pages I landed on the lingerie section and almost immediately felt the obligatory twinge downstairs. Naturally I grab the old sock and set up for an old fashion fablokian tube floggin. Minutes in I'm building up a sweat so I stop to turn the fan on and continue. Moments before the inevitable conclusion, I grab the old sock and all of a sudden the fan blows the page over to the kids swimwear section. It was at this moment with my hands full I had a decision to make. Obliged to continue I eye balled the hottest kid on the page, focused on him and finished. I have to say.. I don't regret the decision at all. Best bat I've had in years. 


Different Light

HELL ON EARTH

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Another free E.P that I have put together. 

Tracks 1-4 Produced by Alter Ego, Track 5 Produced by B Wiv. Track 1-4 Mixed/Mastered by Aetcix, Track 5 Mixed/Master by Geko.

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04 Insomnia Pt.3 (feat. Luke Mac, Spit & DJ Bogues)

Miss Texas(LOST SKETCH)

Slavery Never Left, It Just Changed Clothes Yo, they talk like chains broke, like the struggle died, Like the past is dust and history lied. But open your eyes—look again, They just dressed it up, gave it a spin.

From Ancient to Modern Chains Pharaohs built on backs that bled, Kings got rich while the workers fled. Empires stacked, slaves took the toll, Then the colonizers turned chains into gold.

They shipped whole nations, broke their spine, Turned human flesh into dollar signs. Now they smile in suits, talk trade and wealth, But tell me—is freedom in the hands or the stealth?

The Systems Still Grip Yo, chains ain't gone, just changed the face, Wrapped ‘em in debt, locked ‘em in place. Still grind the workers, still bleed the streets, Still trade our lives for the master's seat.

The Illusion of Choice. Prison labor, forced to build, Sweatshops running, hands stay filled. Wage slaves locked in cycles deep, Punch the clock—dreams stay asleep.

They tag it progress, they brand it free, But is choice real when rent’s too steep? They sell the dream, but they own the land, They keep us running—we play their hand.

The Digital Chains Now the chains ain't metal, they float in the air, Data captured, tracked everywhere. AI watching, systems tight, Control ain't guns—control is the sight.

Credit scores, locked IP, Every move traced digitally. Surveillance smooth, wrapped in ease, But tell me—who profits from all of these?

The Debt Trap Nations They loan the money, then claim the land, Hold economies in greedy hands. Give the aid, but with strings so tight, Poor nations trapped—the deal ain’t right.

Leaders fight, people cry, Western pockets watch them buy. They talk assistance, but tax the soul, Tell me—ain’t that slavery in a different role?

The Wake-Up Call Yo, chains ain't gone, just changed the face, Wrapped ‘em in debt, locked ‘em in place. Still grind the workers, still bleed the streets, Still trade our lives for the master's seat.

Break the Illusion Yo, history ain't past, it's running now, They flipped the chains but kept the vow. Control the system, control the way, But truth don’t hide—we rise today.

The Struggle

P.G