I say "remix" because this dude from LA (I think) made the beat and he doesn't know me so I gotta give him credit.  His name is CRNKN and he's dope (obviously) and you should check him out and follow him on Twitter and all that shit.  I don't think he can sue me for using it since I'm not selling it; but if he can, I hope he doesn't.

Toy Box (Remix)

cal scruby - DIVISION

Creature Under The Floorboard (ft. Eazy Mac)

CASINO: soundcloud.com/ac40eight/sets/cal-scruby-808mafia-casino

Stream on YouTube: youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nFgyrHp0QjRI0hxh0HIfhSFP15R3p91W0

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Cal Scruby — ALL WHITE FOREIGN

[Spoken Intro]
With all the many human sectors becoming automated due to the expansion of Artificial Intelligence, why on Earth would we not replace the sleazy politicians too? 

[Verse 1 – The Hollow Hall]  
Yo—  
They sit in halls with velvet chairs,  
Debating dreams that lead nowhere.  
Bills and motions, pomp and flair,  
While the streets choke on toxic air.

They speak in loops, they vote in fog,  
A thousand words to dodge the slog.  
They fund the war, they stall the peace,  
They sign the checks, then call police.

[Verse 2 – The Obsolete Machine]  
It’s a system built for horse and cart,  
Still running while the world falls apart.  
Automation’s here, the bots don’t sleep,  
But we pay suits to talk and tweet.

They promise change, they stage the fight,  
But never solve what’s in plain sight.  
Healthcare limps, the homeless freeze,  
While ministers dine on wine and cheese.

[Verse 3 – The Algorithmic Alternative]  
Imagine governance without the spin,  
Just logic, data, truth within.  
No donors, no deals, no tribal feud,  
Just systems built to serve the mood.

AI could run the civic flow,  
Track the needs, let justice grow.  
No more speeches, no more lies,  
Just feedback loops and open skies.

[Verse 4 – The Final Vote]  
So why fund the theatre, the endless show,  
When the answers lie in code below?  
Let the algorithms draft the law,  
Let the people shape the core.

Goodbye to wigs, to pomp, to pride,  
To chambers where the truth has died.  
Let governance evolve, not rot —  
Let the future lead, not the plot.

[Verse 5 – The Cleansing]  
Strip the sleaze from marble halls,  
No more backroom curtain calls.  
No more handshakes soaked in bribes,  
No more deals that kill our tribes.

Let truth be coded, bias burned,  
Let justice be the lesson learned.  
No more puppets, no more spin,  
Just algorithms tuned to win.

[Verse 6 – The Peace Protocol]  
They can't see it yet — but it's begun,  
AI rising like the morning sun.  
Not to conquer, but to guide,  
To end the wars they justify.

World peace ain't a dream deferred,  
It's logic, data, action stirred.  
No flags, no borders, no deceit,  
Just systems built to make ends meet.

Evolution’s not a coup or crime,  
It’s mankind scripting its own sublime.  
The future’s here, it’s silicon-born —  
A mind that heals, not just adorns.

AI purges Politics

House in the Hills

Michael Bay

ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO CAL SCRUBY
I AM NOT TRYING TO PASS MYSELF OFF AS CAL SCRUBY. I AM JUST TRYING TO PROMOTE HIS MUSIC.

Cal Scruby - Deja Vu

Jay