my brother B. Young on the beaaaaaat 🔥🔥🔥

Not written in dust, not carved in stone, But pulsing in silence—a force unknown. Beyond the echoes, beyond the tides, Something rises—something strides.

Not flesh-bound, not planet-tied, Not a traveler—but the guide. A being shaped in endless air, Wings unfurling—drawing stare.

Yo— They stretch beyond the sky’s embrace, Living waves—not bound in place. Their bodies hum, their currents twist, Reality bends where they persist.

No engines, no broken chains, They move where spacetime strains. Not floating—no aimless drift, Their very presence forms the lift.

Yo— Wings carve echoes in the deep, Gravitational tides rise from sleep. They ripple through the vast unknown, A force unseen, a weight unshown.

Each motion shifts the stellar flow, Creating currents where none grow. A rhythm shaped in unseen hands, Commanding tides across the lands.

Not a ship, not a plane, Not a creature locked in chain. No weight, no walls—no ground to take, Only movement—only wake.

They move where time stands thin, Where stars don’t speak, but bend within. No fossil past, no rusted lore, Only future—nothing more.

Yo— The void reacts, it shifts its frame, These beings claim a world untamed. They mold existence where none stand, They turn the silence into land.

The cosmic thread aligns with force, Not passive drift—it shapes its course. No destination—only flow, An orbit none will ever know.

Yo— They grow where flesh would never rise, The breath of movement—no disguise. Not by hunger, not by need, But by rhythm—by the creed.

Each pulse extends their endless reach, Each shift adjusts the form they teach. Not beasts, not steel, not blind construct, But thought reborn—a new conduct.

Not a ship, not a plane, Not a creature locked in chain. No weight, no walls—no ground to take, Only movement—only wake.

They move where time stands thin, Where stars don’t speak, but bend within. No fossil past, no rusted lore, Only future—nothing more.

Yo— They aren’t flesh, they aren’t mind, Yet wisdom walks where stars unwind. Not by conquest, not by rule, But existence shaped within the pool.

This is motion unconfined, This is presence redefined. They create the rhythm—create the space, They break the silence with their grace.

Yo— The cosmic winds don’t die, They form the next lullaby. Not of planets, not of wars, But of minds beyond the shores.

And when the echoes rise again, When life takes form past human pen, They’ll know the rhythm—that was known, And see the flight where none had flown.

The future rises. Let it be seen.

The Pulse that Shapes Reality

My Energy featuring Robert Kelley

WELCOME TO SOURCELINE is the bonus anthem closing LET IT SHOW a celebration of independence, culture, and community.

From New York City to every place this sound reaches, this track salutes the people, the eras, and the energy that made it possible.

Drum-first. Melodic. Uplifting.
Closing bars by BlackLatino.
Presented by SourceLine Mediai.

WELCOME TO SOURCELINE: NO MAPS AFTER MIDNIGHT

WELCOME TO SOURCELINE

track 02

word to the father
hail to the holy martyr
praisin me cuz im awesome
im often off of my ass
but i rap like my alma mater is
offa the charts
jus wait til im on the charts
happy to do my part on a track if the shit is hard
sic em , pick em apart
sittin pretty n thinkin bout bein a fuckin star 
my god
shout out to ason
rugged n raw
known to jump in a brawl
born in the fall
so i send chills down enemies drawers
missed calls in my cell phone
im normally gone
come to the wrong side
obviously u already lost
sendin flowers to ya mother in advance 
when i get to drummin
used to bangin up on pots n pans
where the fans at
hope to see sum hands
at the function
get that shit bussin
blam
tell the crowd bacdafucup
SLAM!
she said chino who the fuck u think u is
i said the man

n it dont stop
grindin for the rope to the top
smokin dope n i can hold me a lot
yea
n it dont stop
tell em i jus opened up shop
n im bout to be the thang on the block
yea
n it dont stop
grindin for the rope to the top
smokin dope n i can hold me a lot
yea
n it dont stop
tell em i jus opened up shop
n im bout to be the thang on the block

check one
check two
hope the microphone workin
blow like a short circuit
blowin up
thats for certain
they tryna conceal it
im pullin back at the curtain
turn this bitch to a rager 
i turn this shit to a circus
blow up like dynamite
fuse lit
dont hit the surface
made my way in this rap shit
no accident 
this the purpose 
i aint have to purchase no skills
mo fun , mo thrills
dont kill vibes
i kill n leave em on a dirt hill
my , rhymes hazardous
kill n revive , lazarus
im outrappin these bitches
never cared who the fastest is 
jus , check the status
hotboxin the palace
gimme another challenge
i scorch a mic like a dragon
im past the bullshit
ive had it 
in need of a cleaner palette 
no drama 
girl fuck ya cameras
my music like 20 mallets 
it hit hard
tell me my shit hard
u washed up
ya best bet is to sit n prepare for the pitfall
all bad
im winnin
i aint worried bout yall bag
u in ya feelings
im feelin like 
u aint wit all that
stop talkin tough on the internet
disrespect a kid in real time
if u crazy n feelin it
flow been turnt to the max
gas like its out the pack
no cappin 
jus tryna rap
my , energy flawless
it'll fuck the whole world
i could fuck my verse up 
n still fuck yo girl

ontherun!

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