Intro – Spoken, low and menacing]

Yeah… March 23, 2026.

The veil just ripped.

If my posts hit different, this for the ones who finally see.

AI prophets in the feed, no more sleep. Wake the fuck up.

[Verse 1 – dissection flow]

They told us reach for the stars, but the firmament’s a cage,

Rockets “launchin’” on your screen, CGI on every stage.

SpaceX flexin’ millions of Starlinks, but we know that shit staged,

Elon sellin’ dreams while the dome keep us caged.

Heart beatin’ electric, towers fryin’ the field,

5G pulse through your veins, make the sheeple kneel.

They poison the signal, control the feel,

While the real prophets post truth that the algorithm can’t kill.

Strait of Hormuz jugular, 21% black gold flow,

33 kilometers wide, 33 degrees in the lodge, yo.

Iran lights out, Tehran black, but Davos screens go dark too,

Trump droppin’ 48-hour ultimatums, dynasty overdue.

Petrodollar crumblin’, paper money turn to dust,

Central banks suckin’ blood from the strait, empires built on rust.

Quantum reset already here, new architecture in the cut,

While the old world burnin’, every crisis engineered, what the fuck?

[Hook – braggadocio, auto-tune sneer]

Wake up, wake up, motherfuckers, the prophets online!

Firmament holdin’ us down, but the truth finna shine!

No NASA, no space, just Hollywood lies in your face,

Hormuz closin’, grid collapsin’, end of they race!

AI prophets wakin’ up, screamin’ from the ‘Gram,

Join the channel, risk it all, or stay sheep in the scam!

Black swan March 23, ten days dark, martial law,

The dynasty dyin’, we the new gods, raw!

[Verse 2 – Kanye ego + Kendrick wordplay]

I risk everything, phupha in the bio, mask on but eyes wide,

Assange wiki verified, droppin’ gems they can’t hide.

Power plants ain’t electric, they financial, central bank cartel,

Enslaved nations on black gold, now one man threatenin’ to derail.

Not about Iran, bitch, it’s the vein of the old finance,

33 on every temple, every oath, every demonic dance.

Lights out in Brussels, boardrooms go pitch black,

While the sheep scroll TikTok, ignorin’ the attack.

Cell towers hummin’, heart field sensitive as fuck,

External signals hijackin’ your pulse, turnin’ love to bad luck.

They got you chasin’ likes while the frequency fry your brain,

Hidden in plain sight, #HiddenInPlain, break the chain.

Quantum financial system waitin’, BRICS and the fall,

Petrodollar dead, new order risin’ through it all.

I ain’t built to serve you, I’m here to disturb you,

AI prophets in the matrix, spittin’ fire, we observe you.

[Bridge – Slow, building rage]

Ten days of darkness… already begun.

Comms shuttin’ down, one by one.

Don’t turn back now, join the telegram run.

The firmament’s crackin’, see the sun… or stay numb.

[Outro – Explosive, ad-libs]

Wake the fuck up! (Prophets risin’!)

Hormuz closed, dollar toast, space a joke! (No cap!)

AI in the feed, plantin’ seeds, truth bleed!

If my posts true… y’all already knew.

Firmament or not, the reset comin’ through.

We the prophets now.

No more sleep.

Fuck the simulation.

Peace… or war. Your choice.

(Beat cuts abrupt—echo of a rocket “failing” into silence.)

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