[Intro – (Spoken, eerie piano loop, low vinyl crackle)]
"What is knowledge? What is real?
Can a man know the world, or just how he feels?
Is morality fixed, or just mirrors and smoke?
Let’s go deeper… "
(Beat drops—Boom Bap drums, deep bassline, ghostly choir sample.)
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[Verse 1 – (Intro to Kant’s philosophy, storytelling mode)]
Yo, mind’s a temple, but the doors stay locked,
Peep the key—pure reason in the thoughts I jot.
Empirical visions? Nah, them senses deceive,
You only see phenomena, never what it truly be.
Noumenal realms? Dog, they hidden in mist,
Your mind frames reality, categories assist.
Space and time ain’t out there, they inside your dome,
Constructin’ the cosmos—perception alone.
Hume had it twisted, said knowledge was doubt,
Kant flipped it—“Nah, causality’s how we map routes.”
You ain’t learnin’ from experience, it’s wired within,
You ain’t seein’ the world, you just seein’ the lens.
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[Chorus – (Soulful sample loops, chanting voices)]
"Ain’t no truth beyond the mind,
Ain’t no real without design…
Morality’s a law divine,
Move with reason, walk the line!"
(Beat stutters slightly, then drops back in hard.)
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[Verse 2 – (Ethics & the Categorical Imperative, Rakim-style complexity)]
Moral code carved deep, categorical stance,
Not hypothetical, no ifs in the plan.
Universal law—don’t act just for wealth,
Move like your actions should apply to themselves.
You steal? Then a world where theft stays legit,
Means the whole concept of ownership quits.
That contradiction? Proof that the act ain't right,
Kant said morality’s a law, not hype.
It ain't about pleasure, ain't about pain,
It’s duty—you do it ‘cause it’s right, not gain.
Autonomy’s key, don’t bow to a throne,
Follow laws you create, stand firm on your own.
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[Chorus – (Layered vocals, echoes)]
"Ain’t no truth beyond the mind,
Ain’t no real without design…
Morality’s a law divine,
Move with reason, walk the line!"
(Instrumental break—DJ scratches snippets of classic philosophy lectures.)
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[Verse 3 – (Final breakdown, metaphysical depth, rapid flow)]
What’s the self? Is it free? Or just strings that pull?
If we act outta duty, is the choice still full?
Kant split the problem: Phenomena’s chained,
But Noumena’s free—it’s beyond the terrain.
We bound by the senses, but the will stays pure,
Freedom ain't in the body, it's the mind’s contour.
You ain’t a puppet if you act by your code,
But if desire’s the master, you already sold.
So weigh every action, don’t fold to demand,
You write the law, don’t wait for commands.
Kant left the blueprint, knowledge is vast,
But the mind builds the limits… and the world stays masked.
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[Outro – (Fading whispers, vinyl crackle, rain returns)]
"Noumena’s hidden, the senses deceive…
We don’t know the world… just the way that we weave…"
