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Cold Math is a ledger you can feel in your ribs: tracks where melodic rap carries the hard arithmetic of survival, and blues pours the emotion that numbers can’t hold. The album lives in that split-second math of the street—rent due, phone dead, hunger loud—where every choice has interest and every mistake compounds. Over sirens, neon, and concrete sermons, the hooks arrive like oxygen: not pretty, not polite, but honest enough to keep the chest moving. This is music about being “boxed in, cornered by design,” and still finding a way to stand ten toes down without turning your soul into spare change.

But the “cold” in Cold Math isn’t just the world—it’s the clarity you earn when you stop bargaining with reality. Across these songs, the narrator evolves from counting losses to balancing the ledger: looking around at a pixelated life, owning contradictions, cutting doubt out like a bad wire, and building a ladder out of the void one bar at a time. The blues shows up as bruised tenderness under the grit; the rap shows up as precision and nerve—proof that persistence isn’t flex culture, it’s breathwork. If there’s a thesis here, it’s simple and relentless: not survival of the fittest—just the struggle for existence, and the refusal to be erased.

Look Around (B-Side)

Young blood, dreams high, ball in his grip, Concrete thoughts on a championship trip. Mama taught morals, elders gave game, He walked right, dodged the flame. Had a girl, had prom, had light in his lane, Till the crossfire stole the name. Fate don’t bend when hate pulls rank, One twist, one bang — his future sank.

Dropped out quick, bills came raw, Mama gone, grief without law. No paper, no ladder, no guide to climb, Just clocks tickin’ with no more time. Wouldn’t deal, wouldn’t rob, kept his soul, But society cold, swallowed him whole. Cops said “move,” system played blind, Sidewalk prayers with silence signed.

Dreams cost more at the bottom tier, They tax your hope, charge in fear. Schools don’t teach, jobs don’t hire, All they pitch is “spark the fire.” And if he snaps, they call him beast — While they build prisons with fiscal feast. They never built stairs for those below, Just cages disguised as a growth plateau.

God, you watching? This ain't light, Good ones fall with no insight. Not by sin, not by greed or smoke, But by silence in the gears they broke. No mentor, no hand, no plan that fits, Just empty chairs and guilt that sits. So he walks like echo in a fame-less song, Knowing this world got his story wrong.

Even AI writes checks he’ll never cash, 'Cause the data says he failed the dash. Zip code fate, skin tone code, Predicted loss before he strode. But the mind ain’t broken — it’s overclocked, Just no system built for what it rocked. He ain’t a glitch, he’s the proof they fear: That greatness lives where they won't peer.

Another soul gone without a shrine, No statue, no page, no scripted line. Just a whisper in a cold domain, Another youth they refused to claim. But Justin burned like a comet near — A flash that says the truth is here. No throne, no riches, no stitched applause, Just one bright life — paused by flawed laws.

Young Blood

Павел Пламенев - Вне Смерти

Author's channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjLhqB9UhfOj_MpfyP6mtmg

Кинай X Влад Дуров X NIKIMAN - Rap Обзор Аватар Короля

Герой с тысячью лиц

Ночь перед боем

Вне смерти

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