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Intro] �
Low lights, low end, low voice, high stakes—dial in the conscience, amplify the stakes. ���
Edutain the block, make knowledge knock like 808s through the gates. ��[Verse] �
I lace a lecture in the measure, every bar a pressure gauge for truth under suppression. ��
Class lines tightrope, walk across recession, teach a lesson while finessing the progression. ��
Voice grained like tape hiss, grit in the diction, pitch low but the vision in high definition. ��
Word‑weaver: multi‑thread the thesis with internal seams, stitching civil codes to street traditions. ��
I talk prisons, profits, pipelines, politicians—follow money like a metronome that maps decisions. ��
Media fog machine spinning facts into fiction, clear the haze with cadence‑based precision. ��
I don’t rap for algorithms, I live a culture, build a school in rhythm, that’s the mission. ��
Temple talk—preserve the archives, pass the torch with balanced diction. ��
My pen’s a people’s press, embossing rights on wax, no permission slips from gatekeepers of omission. ��
I bend the form like steel—triple‑time bursts, then breathe, let the knowledge land with calm remission. ��
Poet’s heart, confessional spark—ink bleeds honest through the margins of ambition. ��
Turn pain to proof and proof to praxis, action folded into lyrical attrition. ��
From bodegas to boardrooms, organize the bassline, unionize the rhythm section’s coalition. ��
If rap is what we do, hip‑hop is how we’re living—so the chorus is a code, not a superstition. ��
Stop the violence, start the dialogue—bars as bridges, not munitions. ��
Every verse a voter drive, every hook a food kitchen. ��[Chorus] �
Raise your voice, not your aim—put that wisdom in your frame. ��
Build the speaker, build the lane—make the art and keep the name. ��
From the cipher to the change, we don’t bow to silly fame. ��
Live the culture, lead with love—edutain and light the flame. ��[Verse] �
Audit the empire—line by line—find the hidden surcharges on a human life. ��
Redline, headline, stop‑and‑frisk timelines, all rhymed tight, I underline with mic. ��
Teach first principles: knowledge of self, then community health—scale the praxis right. ��
Math of the cadence—sixteenth grids with triplet pivots, truth lands with measured bite. ��
Freestyle through systems, I cut through myths with lucid twists, bar‑by‑bar rewrite. ��
Low‑register rain, thunder in the sub, but clarity in every consonant I strike. 
Confess the fear, then face it—turn setbacks to textbooks I cite. 
Make the record a refuge, every measure a shelter, every chorus a streetlight. 
From Kabul orphan dreams to city block schemes, fund futures with the royalties’ green light. 
Independent mindset—own your masters, own your message, keep your leverage tight. [Bridge] 
It’s bigger than a playlist, this is language as a compass and a cradle. 
Turn the stage to a seminar—every crowd a council table. [Chorus] 
Raise your voice, not your aim—put that wisdom in your frame. 

Verse]: 17 bars anchored by internal multis and triplet bursts on bars 4/8/12, Milton‑style pacing statements, male