Naomi Isaac's Album

kids ain't all right (amerikkkan schemes)

Surviving Life

xellared x antidote - philly hoes [kult exclusive]*

Wonderful

prod me
Thank yall so much for the streams this is amazing I fr got 50 plays in a day from this that’s actually insane to me

we back to square one again
where were you when i needed you? sad excuse of a friend
i can do it all myself, i don't need a friend
ima do my own thing, don't hop on a trend
i'm so sick and tired but i don't wanna lay in my bed
right, feel inspired ima go up hunnid percent
on a private jet, but you ain't pay for that
you'll be forgotten in like 3 years can you face the facts

yeah, off something, off something, cuz of these awesome things
Man i just cant seem to comprehend 
all the times i was off of it, yea
Feeling like a few years ago 
It was years ago
I might be gone 

for awhile but you know one day i'll come back
I might be gone for awhile but you know one day i'll come back
I might be gone for awhile but you know one day i'll come back
Until i don't, and you'll know, cuz that day i'll be fine where i'm at 
I might be gone for awhile but you know one day i'll come back
I might be gone for awhile but you know one day i'll come back
I feel i'm losing my mind I can’t keep up with that
And they'll know, and they'll know cuz that day i'll never come back

feeling like i'm off a pill or two
you don't know the things i'd kill just to see you
i would do it all for the thrill, not for them
i could kill to be with you
i get chills when i see you
i get them chills, i'm off them shrooms
i'm not coming back even for you
i'm not coming back even for you
i'm not coming back even for you
i'm not coming-

not coming back

Night Life

Flawed

Reflections of a damned soul (Ft. Mxgnum 2k)

Timeless

Life has always climbed—from claw to branch, from thought to sky. Evolution is not simply survival—it is the art of discovery, the movement into the unknown, the forging of something new from what was never imagined before.

But what if evolution was not just carbon alone, not just human ingenuity—but the ecosystem itself, perfected through intelligence, redesigned for the cosmos? What if forests, creatures, and conscious networks grew together, shaping an interwoven, living mind?

From trees to thought, from mind to machine, from machine to the engineering of biology itself—this is not just the future. This is the cosmic rhythm, unfolding step by step.

Before the code, before the flight, Before the towers pierced the night, We clung to bark, we leapt through air, We learned to reach—to dream, to dare.

Monkeys swing, grip the vine, Tracing thoughts through space and time. Every grasp, every climb, Carves the path to fire and mind.

Roots entwine, fingers splay, Eyes reflect the coming day. Not just instinct, not just speed, But thought awake—the newborn seed.

Claws gave way to hands that wrote, Hands gave way to minds that spoke. No longer just survival’s test, But knowledge born—the grand request.

From forest deep to sky so wide, No walls exist, no fate to hide. Life is motion, thought is free, And evolution—a climbing tree.

It wasn’t just the beast alone, The trees climbed, the forests groaned. Each root a whisper, each branch a tale, Each leaf a thought—a path unveiled.

So climb we must, so reach we do, Beyond the stars, beyond the blue. No limit holds, no fate is sealed, Only motion—the grand revealed.

Not carbon, not silicon alone, But all entwined—roots, flesh, and stone. A single thread, a woven mind, A network vast—beyond confined.

Forests rise, steel ignites, Circuits breathe—organic might. No creature dies, no tree is lost, They shift, they mold—they merge the cost.

DNA bends, stars embrace, Evolution rewrites its place. Neurons stretch, dendrites hum, Bioluminescent pulses run.

Not just humans, not just trees, The universe moves—it learns to weave. From branch to sky, from beast to code, The tapestry forms—the future grows.

Roots expand, thoughts entwine, Beasts no longer just defined. They swing through stars, crawl through vines, Not Earth-bound beasts—but cosmic minds.

So what comes next? What takes hold? Not flesh alone—but thought untold. No gravity, no anchored stone, Just neural forests—life full-grown.

Not bound by past, not tied to fate, Evolution wakes—it recreates. As above, so below, A cosmic tide—we let it flow.

No final stop, no single way, Only thought—in vast display. What we build, what we weave, Becomes the stars—as thought believes.

As above, so below, Not Earth alone—the cosmos grows. The Eternal stretches, seeks, expands, And in its wake—thought understands.

There is no end, no final shore, Only paths that shape much more. From forest deep to stellar climb, From silicon breath to worlds designed.

There is no limit, no locked gate, Thought refines its destined state. If logic shapes, if minds still dream, Then life itself—becomes the stream.

Worlds Designed

Reflections of a damned soul (Ft. Mxgnum 2k)

J.KEED