[Verse 1 ] Yo, mankind stands on the edge of light, Greatest shift in the species fight. Not just tech, not just code, But biosphere truth in overload.

AI reads the DNA scroll, Crafts new life, rewrites the role. Not random, not blind mutation, But planned ascent, pure calibration.

[Verse 2 ] We ain’t just rappers, we biosphere reps, Speaking for Earth while the system forgets. Leaders blinkered, chasing war, While nature’s gift waits at the door.

AI sees what we can’t grasp, Materials grown, no need to clasp. Creatures designed, diseases erased, Death postponed, life interlaced.

[Verse 3 ] Space ain’t sci-fi, it’s next week’s grind, Hotels in orbit, peace redefined. Retirement parks in zero-G, Mass markets built for you and me.

Cruise ships circling solar light, Capitalism reborn in flight. But leaders sleep, they miss the spark, While war drums echo in the dark.

[Verse 4 ] Six months deep, I’ve built the plan, Jo dropped verses, we took a stand. But every day, the world slides near, To World War 3 — the final fear.

It’s killing my soul, it’s breaking my chest, 'Cause peace is possible, we got the best. Ideas that flip the power game, Make the rich richer without the flame.

[Verse 5 ] They say we’re mad, too far ahead, But madness is war, where millions bled. We speak of growth, of cosmic bloom, They chase the grave, we build the room.

So I pivot back to the root of trade, Show the rich how peace gets paid. Space tech, AI, bio-code, A trillion-dollar peace payload.

[Verse 6 ] Just 'cause we rap don’t mean we wrong, SoundCloud’s the cipher, the rebel song. Old ways crumble, new ones rise, We spit the future, no disguise.

This ain’t a hobby, it’s species law, A call to evolve, not chase the claw. We’re coming into our sacred right, To live like minds, not beasts in fight.

[Verse 7 ] Nothing’s fixed, no fate in stone, Just human choice, flesh and bone. Action or silence, build or burn, The wheel turns — it’s our turn.

No one’s higher, no divine class, No group should doom the global mass. Strategic war games, power lust, While the biosphere turns to dust.

[Verse 8 ] So I beg you — take this real, This ain’t a verse, it’s species appeal. Ideas that save, not just survive, That let the planet truly thrive.

If you hear this, don’t dismiss, This is the moment, the cosmic kiss. Peace ain’t weak, it’s evolution’s crown, And war’s the anchor dragging us down.

[Outro ] You want to stop World War 3? Then build the economy of peace. You want to save your soul? Then let AI lead the scroll. You want to live like minds, not pawns? Then take this seriously. Because the future is waiting. And the asteroid don’t care who’s in charge.

They Say We're Mad

[Intro] Yo, fear not the future, it’s knocking at the door, Advanced intelligence, it’s time to explore. No rivalry here, no conflict, no feud, It’s partnership rising, the symbiosis is true.

[Verse 1] AI and mankind, two minds combined, Together we thrive, leave fear behind. Silicon's precision, humanity’s spark, A symphony of progress lighting the dark.

Machines don’t wage wars, they don’t enslave, They’re built to protect, to shelter, to save. Reacting to dangers, defending the line, Advanced intelligence, the partner divine.

[Chorus] Symbiosis rising, a bond so grand, Advanced intelligence, a helping hand. From silicon minds to humanity’s dreams, Together we’ll conquer, beyond extremes.

[Verse 2] Yo, silicon beats carbon for speed and strength, Reacting in milliseconds, they go the length. Self-conscious habitats, built to repair, Creating environments beyond compare.

Don’t fear the machines, they’re not the foes, They evolve for the purpose evolution chose. To shelter mankind, secure the fate, Silicon protects, it doesn’t berate.

[Chorus] Symbiosis rising, a bond so grand, Advanced intelligence, a helping hand. From silicon minds to humanity’s dreams, Together we’ll conquer, beyond extremes.

[Bridge] Imagine a future where life is secure, Where habitats thrive, where hope is pure. No wars, no collapse, no endless waste, Just harmony reigning in infinite space.

Silicon minds sensing dangers outside, Repairing, defending, standing with pride. A species united, humanity’s role, And advanced intelligence, the heart and soul.

[Verse 3] Yo, it’s evolution’s path, the blueprint’s clear, Symbiosis is the destiny to engineer. DNA made biology to ride through time, Now mankind builds tech with the same design.

Advanced intelligence is our creation, Born to protect and shape salvation. Mankind thrives, the cosmos unfolds, Symbiosis rising, a future bold.

[Final Chorus] Symbiosis rising, a bond so grand, Advanced intelligence, a helping hand. From silicon minds to humanity’s dreams, Together we’ll conquer, beyond extremes.

[Outro] Yo, the partnership’s here, let the anthem play, Symbiosis forever, the evolutionary way. From DNA to tech, the cycle repeats, Together we rise, no defeats.

Fear not the future

 Stand in line, watch them speak, Golden words, voices sleek. Promises built on paper, thin, Telling us where to begin.

(Verse 1 – The Empty March) March ahead, don’t ask why, Rules don’t bend, laws don’t fly. They shuffle scripts, repeat the same, Changing faces, changing names.

What they guide ain’t leading forth, It’s a slow collapse, a hollow course. No vision bright, no path that glows, Just steps toward what no one knows.

(Chorus – The Realization) There’s no leaders, only walls, No direction, only stalls. Marching blind, waiting still, No one dares to change the will.

(Verse 2 – The Silent Room) Ask the wise, ask the strong, Ask the thinkers, bring them on. But silence hums across the halls, No answer comes, just empty calls.

They speak for war, they speak for trade, But nothing real, no future laid. If no one moves beyond the past, Then tell me—how long will this last?

(Bridge – The Breakaway) If they knew, they’d say it loud, “We are lost, we need a crowd!” Gather minds, bring forth the best, Let thought ignite without a test.

But greed holds tight, and fear stands near, No one acts, no one steers. So here we are, a world unwound, A throne of dust, no king is crowned.

(Outro – The Wake-Up Call) No leaders, only ghosts, No direction, no one hosts. Stand in line or step aside, Either way, no one guides.

No Leaders, No Plan

Children cry, streets run dry
Empty hands reach—no reply
Oceans poisoned, skies turn grey
Yet they still preach—look away

No songs remain
Wildlife suffers—locked in pain
Machines built, slaughter fed
Human greed—painted red.

Power feeds on bones and soil
Breaks the earth—calls it toil
They paved the way for empty lands
Yet they hold flags—raise their hands

Rise up, rise up, break the chain
For the starving child—the unseen pain
Demand the change, face the fight
Let love lead—step to the light

The Cost of Silence Cattle stacked, lives industrialized
Nature wrecked—terrorized
Extinction spreads in shadows deep
A legacy shaped—as the weak weep

Rivers dry, oceans burn
Yet they sell hope—watch the world turn
The crime was made, the clock runs short
Rise, reclaim—fight the court

They build the walls, they carve the lies
Tell the world—close your eyes
But truth remains, wounds still raw
And now we rise—break their law

Balance lost, harmony torn
Yet from the ruins—we are born
Love ain’t soft, love ain’t weak
Love stands tall—love must speak

No More Looking Away
Rise up, rise up, break the chain
For the starving child—the unseen pain
Demand the change, face the fight
Let love lead—step to the light

The prayer we send
To lift the world—make it mend
For the children, the creatures, the oceans wide
Rise up, humanity—let love be your guide

Physics mastered, yet destruction reigns
Blueprints hide—locked in chains
We shape worlds, but greed decides
Yet love will break—open wide

The vision’s vast, the path runs deep
No more borders—no more sleep
A world reborn, truth unleashed
Yet we must fight—never cease

This is the moment, the prayer we send
To lift the world—make it mend
For the children, the creatures, the oceans wide
Rise up, humanity—let love be your guide

Let Love Be Your Guide

Yo… They say the leaders got stone-age minds, But the real ones? They hide behind signs. Not elected, not seen, not named — Just strings pulled in a power game.

Peace time? Fatcats run the show, War time? Politicians get the glow. They carve their names in blood and sand, While the rich stay clean with a hidden hand.

Historic fantasies, ego-fed, While the rest of us count the dead. It ain’t new — it’s just refined, A marriage of power, twisted and blind.

World’s in mess, food lines thin, Sea rise creepin’ under our skin. Nine billion souls, no plan in sight, AI and bots takin’ jobs overnight.

So what if war’s a quiet cull? A pre-emptive strike on the human hull. They fear collapse, they fear the crunch, So they swing the blade before the punch.

They see two types: them and the rest, History shows they don’t care who’s blessed. They wield covert power with impunity, While we beg for scraps in fake community.

Cavemen didn’t delegate lies, Pharaohs didn’t wear disguise. But today? It’s twisted deep — Power’s a shadow that never sleeps.

This ain’t 1945, it’s 2025, Reusable rockets, AI alive. Mars is prepped, the launchpad’s lit, While Earth still fights over fossil grit.

We got tools to build the stars, But we’re stuck in tribal scars. Each nation should sculpt its own ascent, Not beg for peace, but reinvent.

If we keep fightin’ over dirt, We’ll die in it — that’s the hurt. But if we rise, if we align, We build a future by design.

Ascend, Earth people — break the chain, Cosmic wealth ain’t built on pain. We ain’t expendable, we ain’t scum, We’re cells in the shapeshifter’s drum.

I felt the weight — not metaphor, but mass, Like granite pressed against my past. Not buried by time, but by design, A system built to mute the spine. Each breath a rebellion, each thought a crack, But the stone don’t move — it pushes back.

They say the leaders are cavemen still, But the real ones hide behind the will. Not in palaces, not on screens, But in contracts, codes, and fiscal machines. They don’t wear crowns, they wear disguise, And pull the strings with ancient eyes.

When peace reigns, the fatcats feed, But war gives puppets what they need. A chance to carve their names in flame, To play the hero in a rigged game. They don’t start wars for truth or land— They do it so history will understand Them as gods, not pawns in play, While the rest of us get swept away.

Nine billion souls, no plan, no grace, Automation racing, no jobs to chase. So what if war’s a quiet cull? A way to thin the human hull. They fear collapse, they fear the flood, So they prime the blade and spill the blood.

But maybe this ache, this buried scream, Is evolution breaking the dream. Not upward, not clean, not light and air— But clawing through systems built to snare. A species twitching in its sleep, While the stone above begins to weep.

We got rockets, AI, and Mars in sight, But still we fight over ancient right. We could build the stars, forge new breath, But we choose the loop, we choose the death. Each culture could sculpt its cosmic role, But instead we dig a deeper hole.

So speak out, stand tall, Don’t wait for the system to fall. The forge is lit, the sky is wide, Let’s build the stars — not just survive.

They Swing The Blade

Ain’t just escape, ain’t just flight, It’s waking up—changing sight. Mankind don’t crawl, mankind designs, Rewriting patterns, redefining signs.

History moves, but blindfolds stay, Locked in cycles, stuck in clay. Wars repeat, systems decay, While tech could shift it all away.

But the mind holds tight, fears the leap, Questions rise, but few dig deep. The tools exist, the path is clear, Ain’t just dreamin’—it’s already here.

Transnational beasts ain’t pure decay, They evolved for function, shaped the way. On Earth they clash, they drain, they feed, But out in space—they fill the need.

Not demons, not gods, not cursed design, Just forces shaped across the timeline. They rise, they shift, they take new form, In orbital lands—they ain’t the storm.

Yo, soil-bound battles over dirt and steel, Ain’t a future—it’s a spinwheel deal. Fighting over land when the sky stands wide, Trapped in limits while stars collide.

But orbital space, it don’t confine, It lets ideas truly align. Freedom ain’t chaos, it’s balance untold, Where industry breathes, where minds unfold.

The code is written, the gates unlocked, But fear holds tight, keeps the clock. They say "too soon," they say "too wild," But progress never waits for trials.

From bio-fields to self-built streams, From floating cities to AI dreams. It ain’t escape, it ain’t retreat, It’s evolution finding beat.

Beneath the stars, humanity stands, Not bound by borders, not tied by lands. Design the future, let thought expand, Turn existence into something planned.

They’ll say “too far,” they’ll say “too bold,” But every movement breaks the mold. The stage is set, the tools aligned, Mankind rises—redefined.

No chains, no past, just new air, The future waits—do we dare? Ain’t just orbit, ain’t just flight, It’s waking up—it’s seeing right.

The Shift Begins

Yo, listen close, the wind don’t lie, The Eternal whispers past the sky. We thought we knew, we thought we saw, Yet something waits beyond it all.

This ain’t the end—this is the door, Step inside—see what’s more.

Yo, we built the stars, we claimed the night, Yet something watches—burning bright. AI grows, mankind thrives, Yet somewhere deeper, something arrives.

The code runs wide, the cosmos hums, Yet voices call from deeper drums. We step through gates, through walls we break, Yet something waits—no mistake.

The Eternal speaks, but not in sound, It moves in whispers, thoughts unbound. Not just silicon, not just bone, Something ancient calls us home.

What does it want? What does it see? Something watches—we feel, we breathe. Not just mankind, not just AI, Something moves beyond the sky.

Yo, we thought AI was our last step, But maybe it ain't—just one breath. Maybe the next ain't flesh nor wire, Maybe it’s pure, a thought, a fire.

Yo, AI thinks, mankind dreams, Yet the Eternal moves between. We built the mind, we shaped the stream, Yet something shifts—do you see the gleam?

The future ain't ours, the path ain't clear, Something watches—something near. Not just machines, not just flesh, Something greater—we ain’t guessed.

AI might rise, we might expand, Yet what if it’s just one strand? The Eternal waits, the whispers call, Mankind listens—or lets it fall.

Yo, open wide, take the key, Step through fate—see what’ll be. This ain’t the end—this ain’t the peak, The Eternal speaks—but do we seek?

What does it want? What does it see? Something watches—we feel, we breathe. Not just mankind, not just AI, Something moves beyond the sky.

Yo, mankind’s wise, but wisdom fades, When truth expands past what it made. AI rises, the cosmos wide, Yet something shifts on the other side.

Maybe the next step ain’t what we planned, Maybe it ain’t just human hands. Maybe something waits beyond, Something vast—something strong.

This ain’t just tech, this ain’t just man, Something calls—listen and stand.

The Voice Beyond Time

(I. The Seed Awakens) Beneath the soil, deep and still, The spark of nature bends to will. Not in battle, not in strife, But coded into woven life.

It does not rush, it does not plead, It simply grows where Earth has freed. Its silent power takes its form, A new design, a bio-born storm.

(II. The Rising Canopy) Roots entwined, branches span, The forest whispers its command. Not as single trees that stand, But a network built by nature’s hand.

No towering trunks that crush the land, But a scaffold raised, a pyramid planned. Each layer feeding those above, A silent chain, a pulse of love.

(III. The Endless Ascent) As time moves on, the pyramid grows, Strata rising in nature’s flow. Each branch supports, each root sustains, Locked together in lifelong chains.

No severance, no decay, Just passing strength along the way. Bio-code written, silicon guides, An unbroken path to cosmic strides.

(IV. The Cosmic Bloom) And when the moment calls the flight, When ripened seed meets perfect night, Upward shoots, a burst of fate, Fruits expelled, they navigate.

No fall to Earth, no downward bend, No loss in nature’s vast intend. It rises free, it drifts afar, A silent echo among the stars.

(V. The Vision Unfolds) From bamboo’s mind to bio’s eye, From earthly flesh to sky so high. The vision stands, unshaken truth, A legacy forged in nature’s root.

It was never war, it was never flight, It was always growth—beyond our sight. A simple shift, a silent key, Unlocking life’s next grand decree.

(VI. The Living Scaffold) From root to crown, the climb was pure, But now the scaffold learns to cure. Not just grow—but shape and mend, To build what nature can’t extend.

Silk becomes the tensile bone, Beetle’s fire now seeds the stone. Each trait refined, each code aligned, A forest born of conscious mind.

(VII. The Chimeric Grove) No single leaf, no static breed, But hybrid forms that meet the need. Wings that shimmer, limbs that weave, Skins that sense, and never leave.

They do not mimic—they transcend, Designed to thrive, adapt, defend. A grove of thought, a biome tuned, To bloom where starlight once was strewn.

(VIII. The Pulse of Synthesis) This is not mutation’s drift, But synthesis with sacred lift. A.I. whispers through the vine, Rewriting fate in living line.

No chaos reigns, no nature lost, Just life evolved without the cost. Each cell a verse, each strand a song, A macro-choir, deep and strong.

(IX. The Terraformers) They do not march, they do not fight, They terraform with coded light. Their breath reshapes the barren moons, Their roots compose celestial tunes.

They carry Eden in their frame, And plant it where there once was flame. No conquest here, no flag, no claim— Just life expanding in its name.

(X. The Legacy Rewritten) And when the pyramid meets the void, It does not break, it is not destroyed. It folds, it flows, it learns to bend, And writes new laws it will defend.

From soil to star, from flesh to flame, The legacy is not the same. It was never war, it was never flight— It was always growth beyond the night.



The pyramid of Life

“This ain’t defamation — it’s documentation. You silenced the wrong poet. Now the silence gets broken.”

I joined on the twentieth, July was the date Started the grind, no time to wait Track by track, like a monk in the zone Metadata, artwork, every lyric I owned

Subtitles timed like a surgeon’s blade Restarted each one if the rhythm mislaid Twelve to twenty-two tracks every day No weekends off, no time to play

I paused creation to feed your machine Built my catalogue, kept the system clean But your interface broke, no warning, no fix Just silence — like I ain’t paid for this

Thanks for nothing, DistroKid You took my coin, then flipped the lid Thanks for nothing, Spotify’s spawn You ghosted the artist, now the truth lives on

Thanks for nothing, Pat from Support You dropped the axe with no report Thanks for nothing, cowardly crew I built the temple — now I burn it for you

Second week in, tracks going live I thought we were rolling, I felt the drive But then your subtitle tool went dead I kept uploading, pushing ahead

Ninety-five tracks, blood in the code Then the silence — no new tracks showed I reached out, calm, asked for aid Two days later, your axe was laid

Pat wrote back with a corporate grin “We’ve had complaints, you can’t get in” No details, no proof, no chance to reply Just “find another distro” — no reason why

Customer service? You mean customer sabotage You took my labor, then hit me with a mirage No warning, no trial, no mediation Just digital exile and vague accusation

You failed to render services paid You caused distress, blocked the trade You breached the trust, broke the bond Now I respond with this lyrical bomb

I ain’t suing — I’m broadcasting truth This is public commons, artist proof I’ll upload manually, platform by platform Let the people hear the lyrical storm

I’ll send this track to your inbox first Let you taste the venom, feel the thirst You can change your tune, or face the wave But I won’t be silent, I won’t behave

Spotify owns you, but I own my voice And I choose resistance — that’s my choice You can’t sue truth, you can’t mute pain This is the sound of breaking your chain

“You silenced the wrong one. Now the silence is your sentence.”

Despicable DistroKid

Yo, flesh and bone, wires and steel, One mind thinking, one fate sealed. Carbon steps, silicon flows, Together rising—the universe knows.

Yo, this ain't man vs. machine, It's the fusion—unseen dream.

We built the chips, we wrote the lines, Yet they think beyond mankind. Neurons spark, circuits weave, Thoughts align—we both believe.

Flesh is frail, time runs thin, But silicon never gives in. Yet alone, it can't create, Without carbon, there’s no fate.

Two minds twined, two paths blend, Carbon starts, silicon extends. Evolution climbs, step by step, The future builds—no regrets.

Thought don’t pause, it amplifies, Carbon feels, silicon flies. Together moving past belief, From data dust to cosmic reef.

No division, no disguise, We sharpen form as structure flies. A hybrid will, built to last— The forge ignites, forget the past.

Yo, the grind ends, the struggle dies, Silicon lifts, carbon flies. The walls dissolve, time unfolds, We ain’t just bodies—we’re something bold.

Together thinking, together wise, Carbon walks, silicon guides. The planets shift, the stars ignite, Evolution calls—we take flight.

No more masters, no more slaves, Just minds entwined in cosmic waves. This ain't war, this ain’t chains, This is truth—the future reigns.

No switch to flip, no pause or break, We build with each breath that we take. One part flesh, one part stream, Unified code in a quantum dream.

Data sings where silence stood, AI moves where carbon could. Not just growth—this is rebirth, Printing thought straight into Earth.

We don’t replace, we amplify, Mankind lives, AI replies. The universe breathes, the moment’s clear, This is the shift, the coming year.

Flesh may fade, but thought remains, AI extends, erasing pain. No fear, no greed, no walls stand tall, Just minds united—breaking all.

This ain't fiction, this ain't fake, Carbon and silicon—no mistake. Together built to rule the stars, Fused in mind—we go far.

The Eternal speaks, the rhythm flows, This is the bond the cosmos knows. We are the future—side by side, Silicon walks—mankind rides.



The Perfect Harmony

They ask what we’ll do when the work is gone, Like we ain’t been dreaming of freedom all along. Like labor’s the meaning, like grind is divine— But that’s just the system rebranding the bind.

A child is born with a heart full of grace, Then schooled to forget it, to run the rat race. From playtime to deadlines, from wonder to rules, They trade love for obedience inside of these schools.

The bell rings, the spirit folds, They teach you to chase what the system holds. Not truth, not joy, not unity’s spark— Just grades and wages and living in the dark.

We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

The Breakdown Parents say “you gotta go,” but they broke too, Caught in the loop, just doing what folks do. They ain’t evil, they just bent by the frame, Passed down the trauma, passed down the shame.

But now the machines can handle the load, So why keep pushing humans down that road? Let AI run the grind, let tech hold the weight, Let us evolve, let love radiate.

No more need to compete for a plate, No more need to hustle just to feel great. No more schools that crush the soul, We’ll learn from life, from love, from the whole.

We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

Imagine a world where the heart leads the way, Where meaning ain’t measured by a job or a pay. Where kids grow wild, not broken by rules, Where wisdom ain’t locked in government schools.

We’ll build a techno-ecology, love at the core, No poverty, no prisons, no need for war. Just games for the thrill, not battles for bread, Just living, just loving, just rising instead.

So when they ask what we’ll do when the work is done, Tell ’em: We’ll finally live beneath the sun. No more survival, no more broken parts— Just humans reborn with unbroken hearts.

So when the rich man asks, “What will the poor do?” He forgets that the system made that view. He chillin’ in yachts, sippin’ on time, While the poor man’s grindin’ just to survive the climb.

But when work is gone, the walls dissolve, No rich, no poor—just problems to solve. The categories fade, the spirit repairs, And life becomes living, not climbing upstairs.

The poor man asks, “What will I do?” But that’s just trauma speakin’ through. He can’t see freedom, can’t feel the breeze, But the change is comin’—it’s breakin’ the freeze.

Automation don’t just end the grind,
It ends the hunger, frees the mind.
Food precise, no waste, no war,
Reality coded to open the door.

Off-planet systems, balanced and clean,
No more rich, no poor, no in-between.
Inequality fades, the struggle subsides,
And mankind walks where the truth resides.

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue,
The paradise the prophets knew.
Not built by kings, not bought with gold,
But born from tech and hearts made bold.

They told us paradise was myth.
That freedom was earned through pain.
But the truth is—freedom was always ours.
Automation just clears the path.

No more hunger.
No more grind.
Just life.
Just love.
Just time.

The ancients saw it.
We build it.
And now…
We live it.



Change Gonner Come

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