I was a sojourn soul who was looking for the storm
Who only saw love when he started to perform
Light was a beacon that brought forth the swarm.
the locusts seem to gather anywhere it's warm
Love is the antidote to being somewhere safe
Every time I fall inside of it, that's a mistake
Grief is such a common theme, how much can I take?
I wanted to escape. I needed to escape.
Muscle from the bone, but the walking never stops
Bad weather in the rib cage, spiraling a lot.
My core melts down like I'm Fukishima hot.
Learning to survive to wear the armor made of plot, like
Suicidal life. Suicidal life.
The last thing I needed was a homicidal bride, Right?
Crying on the floor, felt the moment that my core died
bad enough for years I tried to wipe away the fluoride

I remember the bruises

I'm remembering you

clever to do, what you did, I couldn't measure to you

Cause you did, something very sinister,

used your minister

position in my mind to spread condition

Like, ''you didn't work''

''You're a Jack the Ripper but with sickened words in a verse''

"You're the last offender on this shitty earth'' (It's Getting worse)

The memory’s olfactory in ways

I smell a certain perfume and I feel my face change from the weight.

What a pleasant plague

What a devastating way to relive what you say

The trauma was an Epigenetic event, yes.

Ink stains the flesh, I reminisce through inherited resonance

Characters comparing to the cast couldn't carry this

Wrist holding pens with a peak higher than Everest

Speech fire, I cherish it, Empire of Lexiconic Elegance

Limbs tired from parrying the parrots

Known as Mister Suited Allusion

Focused Mystic, with a soul and lyrics fusion darker

than the deepest cave with true pollution

Choosing to imbue the track with loco-motion, CHOO! CHOO!

Crazy Movement, wave a hand, you fall in place, I'm MewTwo (Damn.)

If I spiral, it’s Fibonacci

I pop? I’ll waltz outside and pose for paparazzi

Loathing what I waited my whole life for is a psy-op

Take a pic and make a bag, why not?

Liberty is just a misery with chains of industry

invisible, the pain in history

compare the wizardry to what we see inside our fantasy

and we can see the tales of agony

they share a family tree, branched insanity (Woah.)

Cause destruction, then sell an oil Depot

Red and Blue Mixed, Now there's purple, royal people

America’s a monarchy, democracy is passed

Win the popular, it's good enough to wipe my ass.

Dumb fucks begging for cages and gas

Dry ICE reigns despite the danger it has

Twilight came, lasik surgery to the past

Retroactive vision like a Tunnel made of wrath

Wrath, ghost in the civic

The auspicious analytic cryptid is cryptic? Wow.

Never would have guessed..?

I'm impressed by the vacuousness,

I've never seen such a tight dress like this.

Is it polyester?

Sufferin’ comes out your mouth more than Sylvester

I'm not alone in knowing you're a shadow clone

You couldn't rap alone, I rap alone,

master of taking hits, the rap Stallone.

Microphone Phantasm, weave phantasmagoria

I rap that euphoria, last flash of story, pour utopia

Antonia to San Diego knows my Symphonia

Can’t evade the fear like the air is made of phobias

Poetic with the flow, still imposing with a blunderbuss

Potent hatred, antique violence from a flowing cup

Code of ethics, wouldn't harm the weak unless they're harming me

Harmony with shadow? That built a heavenly armory

bar after bar from the arteries

Start to bleed, sixteen is nothing to a constant stream

Obvious, the common theme, Hypergraphia

from a schizophrenic King, replaying every tape of the Ring

to see Samara Morgan on the screen

and grab her by the hair, force her to stay and never leave (Fuck.)

What's a cursed Relic?

Indiana Jones told me it hurts, Does it?

When I heard Hertz, I thought of electricity

and instantly envisioned Tesla's death, and then the industry

He ripped the contract up, trying to give us freer energy

There’s always an Edison, always a Morgan. Damn.

I'm done.

there's no point.

Bespoke poet of bath salts

The rap onslaught like I mastered a TED talk

Habit to bring smoke

Captain of think tank, ravenous tempo

Catapult shin to the chin of a daft soul

anabolic surge, through the words and pathos

Cursed with the scourge, and this scourge is my ammo

Bursting like Fibonacci tendrils

Circling your vision. Letting all the vultures settle.

Smile at the world wide Fib

Nobody knew the Truth, but I DID.

NOBODY chooses to bite when they do

But the moment they choose they're corrupted like YOU. (AHHHH!!!)

I'm a dog with a big bite

Law stay evolved, he a water type

Slaughter on the mic like I love to fight

One word, Room. And your body is an ugly sight (UGH!)

Poetic rambunctious slam poet, you can't touch this

Leave an MC hammered by the substance

Damage to the public

Master of the drunken fist

Cameras are coveted if they can picture all of it

Mr Freelance a lot, has never been an after thought.

Have your muse switching sides the second the camera off

Contemplated suicide because I couldn't see the end

But now I know that living to the end is what is eating them (Pussy.)

So I'll stay, stay, stay, stay alive

Don't give a fuck, cause I paid the price

Mario level Maker how I laid the pipe

Accurate bullets, aim with Tom Brady’s eyes.

Ugh. Late night stage fright dims

Play the right tunes, slay, build again

Played by the rules til I wanted to offend

There must be dildos there, your ass stuck to offense

Glass up to my lips,

Gassed up giant doesn't need to fuck to Exist

nut-sack filled with an abundance of gifts

Saint Nicholas depth, man, it is what it is. (Ugh.)

Demure but a big guy

Purity of sick mind, polarity and incline

Compare me to embarrassing writers when you cherry-pick a bar

the comparison is water to a sun ray.

American with gun play

so when I lift CALS, I ain't talking abduction

crop circles on a sunday

Merciful to kill, but love to torture anyway

Sorcerer Hemingway, Hoarding the death array

horrible formaldehyde, form already stratified like fossils

organs sizzling in skies look like FIREFLIES!!!!

Been at heights since Hawthorne, a raw force

Sojourn soul, Brand New but never novice.

clever topics, mesmerize every optic

Mr Miyagi, deflecting AKs with Chopsticks.

Lord, I'm regretful,

Sorcery forged from a war and a pencil

morbid credentials

force of the torque like a gorgeous nuclear core

glowing orange with morphed instrumentals

Pouring the mental

over my corpse, baptized in chaos

Cold as a seance

Making a mark but these people never see it

like I'm using white crayons

Fusing my weight

with unusual grace, steady choosing to wade

through abuse and the pain

too improve even though these dubious claims

stay polluting my name like

Who is insane? Right. music became the illusion, a chain spliced

using the range of melodic disdain, I

rain on the beat with demonic, enraged eyes

aiming the heat like a flamethrower's reach

and the pain comes complete with the rage of a caged life

Erasing the stage fright,

Placating the wolf with estranged hype

Slaying the booth, at the same time

Detaching the limbs of the grape vine.

Your Majesty is shattered

Pattern after pattern

Big Father swallows up the steam, it doesn't matter

Logically I'm nothing

but logic never mattered

to anybody else, so why the fuck does it matter?

Honestly disaster

could never come faster

Slaughter in the rain like the drops made of acid

Honoring the pain with this poem etched on Sanskrit

Cauterize the shame, then I'll sell it in a pamphlet

Honestly disaster

could never come faster

Slaughter in the rain like the drops made of acid

Authoring the range like my hands are a rifle's scope

Only feel elated when I take away my rival's hope

Automated anguish,

Bodies laced like a shoe or the weed that I sell, right?

Complicated madness.

Hatred, the swelled chest

bursting at the seams because depression, it knows best.

bold stress, blood leaking on a cold bed

gold kept inside a safe

next to the clip, so I don't hold breath.

Your Majesty is shattered

Pattern after pattern

Big Father swallows up the steam, it doesn't matter

Logically I'm nothing

but logic never mattered

to anybody else, so why the fuck does it matter?

Honestly disaster

could never come faster

Slaughter in the rain like the drops made of acid

Honoring the pain with this poem etched on Sanskrit

Cauterize the shame, then I'll sell it in a pamphlet

Oxygen is trapped, in these cylinders of gold

where the villains in the story charge with millions alone

while water is usurped, and the politicians know

they would rather drown inside it than give a drop of the soul

Masterful Monarchs

Habit to evolve dark

Lacking all poise, and it's poignant, but an odd thought

Maybe I'm a Noah,

building such a large Ark

Feeling like I'm Tanjuro

the boulder was a mini arc.

Majesty is shattered

Pattern after pattern

Big Father swallows up the steam, it doesn't matter

Logically I'm nothing

but logic never mattered

to anybody else, so why the fuck does it matter?

Scattering disaster

the seeds made of Jasper

I couldn't grow peace in the soil made of laughter

Cause S slithered right in the front and caused cancer

all my dreams died, so I need a nercomancer.

Honestly disaster

could never come faster

Slaughter in the rain like the drops made of acid

Honoring the pain with this poem etched on Sanskrit

Cauterize the shame, then I'll sell it in a pamphlet

[Outro]

Lord, I'm regretful,

Sorcery forged from a war and a pencil

morbid credentials

force of the torque like a gorgeous nuclear core

glowing orange with morphed instrumentals

The Rinnegan is on, red octogon savant

Pentabyte demagogue, leveled up as Ghost of Kong

Oxygen extractor, moccasins evaporated

by an awesome burst of plasma

The law converged on wrath, like I spawn on Earth through bath salts

psychopathic laugh

logarithmic growth starts the second I command

the video with my hands

Director is real life....

brass plated nails I routinely impale my palms, to see what it feels like

Compelled to evaporate a rapper like I hate water

Almost as much as politicians that debate slaughter

I couldn't handle hypocritical, toss out the baby with the bath water

hollow orbiters really struggle to obtain a gravity

emotional capacity collapsed into a black dwarf

hilarious, their vast source of knowledge is a fountain

made of fake news, counting up the profits from the grey goose

Lounging in their mansions, while community is famished

but they take two seconds just to commentate that grape juice

symbol of oppression, while the golden chains, fake metal

isn't also a beacon?

Isn't it? Mister Deacon?

History keeps repeating, misery keeping witnesses

even though half are sleeping

Pattering pads with scripting, penciling pain, penmanship

rippling through the speakers

pitter patterns in syllables printed pressure repeating

the weather is speaking, sibilant serpents that spread through P—

the clandestine megamind, blue face, large dome

Suitcase alone is enough to cause a war zone

Every time the Tardis spins, eliminate a quadrant of the universe

Broly without the tech shocking my neck

galactic scourge, federation tried to gather and dismantle me

but couldn't cauterize their memory

the logic thrived instead like oxidizing blood, it's all inside your head

until you find your death

knocking on your door, beside decaying corpses

and family wrapped in spider webs, fire breath

burning down the pillars of the house,

Killer clowns surround perimeter, the ground is shaking

frowns are sinister

astounding ministers with all the fireworks

and now desire bursts, and ire burns

and now the suicidal lies rehearsed are futile

so the side effect of burning pupils is a lot to take

like psilocybin saying, “you are banned,”

then throwing you away

the DMT to see through every veil

removing you in ways

you never saw, became

fixated on the daze

psychedelic sun rays feel warmer on your face

stream of conscious steam

to be or not to be

Diseased in prophecy, unleash the monster scheme

At least the thought of being toxic leaves

Believe that Socrates

Could see the logic these lost at Sea Philosophic people

couldn't properly

dishonesty is baked into their mental philosophy

Metaphoric reach, let the sword speak,

core sleeping like the morgue, mortician scorching beats

morbid reach as Morpheus, both palms holding the black pill

Soldier with rap skill

Doc Holliday, pulling the pistol from the holster

One shot and it's over

Screenshots leave psionic residue

I feel the rest of you peeping my moves like how a specter do

incredible heights

legible devil script leveling life like a scythe, I've never been nice

but I've always been right

The hallways of light showing the mic glow golden with spite

flowing the pyro, soul into might

Molded the ice so the frost is a lyrical mind glow

the crystals ignite just like a light show

Maestro, Mitochondria Eneru, I know

If Emiru saw me, she'd obsess over my prose

Protagonist, Flow fabulous

The most arrogance that's backed up by the evidence, I never did

accept the medicine, the text is shredding up competitors

weight of heavy words slaying predators

nature in me deadly like poison ivy with ricin

Motive likened to Tyson

one punch, it's Saitama, Why bother

trying to fry water with mind, I oughta blind smarter

Why use a gun? A fly swatter

good enough, my daughter isn't born yet and has more testosterone

than y'all slaughter stampede, autographed heat.

I slaughter tracks, called the taxi and followed that

meter with a hundred bar dash like a psychopath last week

Cauterize a rapper with the hand speed

with the Nunchucks I'm nasty, killing Pads like Maxi.

[Cinematic Outro]

Composition, lock stepped with lost tradition

Sonic thaumaturgist, Comet verses spreading holy fire

Bold desire, coalesced pride with a frozen self

Shoulder press the boulder Sisyphus couldn't hold himself

The Kraken, and he's thrashing out the ghostly shell

Overkill to bring Lovecraft inside a show and tell

Molded hell with photographic skill, Code attached to will

Logos has to build polarity in my vocal field

Syllables like locust when they swarm

A form of psychic Pokemon

It's warm inside the storm

Aligned the horn with ghosts that know the song

Of Gabriel, and watch a titan fall

Minds dissolve from stereo

Blinding all that dared to fight against

The fall of Jericho

To wordplay heads, I'm semiotic narcotics

diabolic prophet like pocketing bloody wallets

chocolate is what I jot cause the topics darker than onyx

I'm like liquid nootropics, the wicked and cruel phonics

you're insipid and printing the too typical lyrical blueprint

but my mythical blue tonic

it's clinical, pneumonic, a method writer, I live the scenes

where instead of fire, I wreck desires with guillotines

the villainy instilled in me, a gordian knot

left every single scorpion shot

Gemini identified by dorian plot

The story I got is timeless, your portraits are not

homicidal pilot, Kamikaze, drop a body style,

Pop a Nazi while, slobberknocker has him wobbling, the posse pile

looking like a Holocaust photo,

human risotto, I'm like Zoro cutting cocky kyles

never connect, make calls through a homophone

verbal Ingenuity is etched on my chromosomes

so many pussies that I led into a fractured zone

now their bones in Paris, just by giving a cat a comb

I'm a seismic wave, what I write would incite psychic strain

if you try to write the same

write lines like the pscilocybin strikes the page

It's ricin made to spike the rage

just one pint, give me the mic, the mires made

from the pestilence I jot, inspires hate

so I don the white mask, I mapped

enemies so fast, you blink and I intercept their flight path

taking the bus the only time you can bypass,

my ass surrounding your thoughts after the light flash

show up, storms gather wherever I land

you can see the lightning bolt inside my cat scan

interface with the borg and infect the hive

injected live instructions to have them munch on insecticide

I'm a starship, when I enterprise, my drive

Star Treks like clark Kent, the captain of the severed skies

identified the letter I

when my ego died or stepped aside, was left with the letter y

now my prerogative it isn't positive

just provocative to be causative

insensitive, the criticism isn't what it was, it is negative

decorative with expletives, shitting on accomplishments

we're on different continents

imperative you bury this, update your consciousness

you up late to panel this

duck tape on walls, connecting the schemes together

you're a frustrated analyst

can't crack the code, the cypher is too extravagant

see you using qubits and some quantum entanglement

try to push the processing too hard, I urge you

too far, you won't have reality to return to.

insidious Bogart

a hideous stone heart, the igneous soul, dark

The Mozart flow, compose art, get blown apart

so meticulous the fastidious won't bark

mysterious, so serious, legal as Leviticus

Odysseus prose guards Olympia soul shards

ridiculous, mischievous, go hard

a devious poem, the genius is home, put grievances in bone yards

sequences I hone

my weakness is my language

so imagine all the power that is leaking through my bones

demon spewing soul

secret is he remains obsequious to blood how I keep him in control

either die nasty, or get a dynasty

decide to be a writer, there's dimethyltryptamine inside of me

writing schemes in a new philosophy, using verbs to spew photography

the imagery of truest properties

do the phonics, choose demonic rage through atrocity

use bubonic plague, true velocity

overdo ebonics slave, on the page, viewing prophecy

use a sonic wave to screw the colony

muse is botany, loving weed, through cacophonies

choose a topic's scheme confusing astute as Socrates

through a cosmic theme, I'm fusing a numerology

into ferocity, in unusual human quality

pursuit of honesty, put the musical suit I donned on me

consuming quantities of the serum that fruits a prodigy.

holy with words like Deuteronomy

acute psychology, a perennial new pathology

inflame so much online I bring wealth to rheumatology

produce mythology, unscrupulous luminosity

super powered being, that's suited to choose technology

imbue, the phonics bleed and reduce temporal chronology

Polysemy deposits, the logic fluent geometry

tool assisted tetris, the text is proof of spectrometry

craft when I hit the tree like the amish when choosing carpentry

magic explicitly, I'm the polish that's oozing honesty

massive efficiency, I accomplish groovy and modesty

have the proficiency to abolish goofy and novelty

novice, you would get lost to me, promise, pursue this cautiously

labyrinth through the patterns, immaculate, do it flawlessly

habit to grab a pattern and scatter fragments

like paint on a palette, came from the palate, Miles Morales psychology

I'm a giant, skyscraper legs taking mile long steps

you expect me to be quiet?

Empty and in private? negativity getting to me

sense of duty to eradicate the silent

advocate for violence? I graduate, maintained a data base

to attack the space of all goliaths

I incinerate the bias, look in my eyes, dark as Osiris,

bomb the villages to start an alliance

[Sorrowful Sung Chorus]

I woke up, disoriented

Inside a hospital room

I overdosed again

I did it to escape the gloom

But then, I saw you barge inside

You marched inside my space

and instead of trying to comfort

You slapped me on my face.

[Verse]

The Epitaph faded,

I let the black hatred infest and that gave it

a Method act statement

I left the path naked

With the pad, breaking, I've been a bad man

inside my Cat scan

You can see the cascading

shadows that circle the gravity

of a collapsed star

this track feels like the past bathing

Inside of my conscious

I'm trying to stop it

Mind on a profit, I feel the cast blazing

Healing, that's baseless

To a broken man, might as well tell him

You can steal his castration

Conceal a stone face, cause it won't make the tears dry

Soul quakes and fears thrive

won't break, but hear my

dead sister's voice, I don't know it's her

but it won't fade, it steers lies

I can't tell people that I'm haunted by a ghost

Too late, they hear my

truth, ache, and queer lies

Soothe-saying today, with butane

inside of a suitcase

the true lace of pure spite

what does it feel like?

needle is peeling the skin, is it real life?

Do you experience pain?

has the delirium came?

Can you compare your existence

to somebody else, and is it the same?

Can you distinguish the fire from rain?

can you determine desire from shame?

Can you examine the wiring

of who you are, and what you became

and say that you're not in a chain

Impossible claim, Sorry

I'm not invincible

thoughts are pitiful

Why am I telling you?

Nobody listens, nobody's supposed to

Languish over the poems

anguish over emotions

I just developed you

Demon, as something to level with

devil existed inside of me

had to get rid of it

day after day, I ignored you

and lately the portal

is opened, and through it, the music

is choosing your rage as a substitute

Foolish, a mortal

I actually bargained, created a struggle

decayed in the puzzle

Afraid just to fuck with you

Maybe I did it to satiate anger

and hatred that bubbled

I hated the public view

couldn't exist in her company

Miserable functioning

Lyrical genius, but hidden discovery

wicked, the sickness and misery comforts me

[Sorrowful Sung Chorus]

I woke up, disoriented

Inside a hospital room

I overdosed again

I did it to escape the gloom

But then, I saw you barge inside

You marched inside my space

and instead of trying to comfort

You slapped me on my face.

This song is extremely personal to me, almost wasn't going to release it but decided since I was AFRAID too, I made it track 1.) on my next album.

[Cinematic Introduction, sorrowful sung vocals]

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

[Verse 1, sorrowful sung vocals]

I’m afraid

so many shed tears

glasses need a wiper blade

the storm inside rages

while she’s begging me to stay

frozen in my flesh

with a face composed of rage

I’m not even mad

but I just can’t explain

the paranoia binds

like a spell that takes away

agency inside

the bulb fades to gray

I couldn’t move on

somebody took my place

I’ll never reconnect

that would be a mistake

[chorus, sorrowful sung vocals]

The yearning only rivaled

by the pulling of the chain (Oooooo)

I swallowed the abyss

before admitting I’m afraid (Oooooohhhhh)

The yearning only rivaled

by the pulling of the chain (Oooooo)

I swallowed the abyss

before admitting I’m afraid (Oooooohhhhh)

[Postchorus, sorrowful sung vocals]

I couldn’t move on

somebody took my place(Ooooooo)

I’ll never reconnect

that would be a mistake (Oooooohhhhh)

[Verse 2, sorrowful rapped verse]

The misanthropic boy

with a desktop and a phone

couldn’t hold connection

like I couldn’t hold my own

shadow in my palm

so everything I touched

stained with the death

that I never would discuss

I kept inside the grief

of the suicides I did

killing my inner kid

again, and again

to try to stay alive

they hated me then

because I wasn’t me

I was a version of him

[Bridge, sorrowful sung bridge]

I didn’t want this

but I got it anyway (Ooooooo)

Mind is haunted...

I don’t know what to say (Oooohh)

I’m sorry you got frostbite

from snowy shoulder blades (Ooohhhh)

I’m sorry that my silence,

Was wielded like a blade (Ooooohhh)

[chorus, sorrowful sung vocals]

The yearning only rivaled

by the pulling of the chain (Oooooo)

I swallowed the abyss

before admitting I’m afraid (Oooooohhhhh)

The yearning only rivaled

by the pulling of the chain (Oooooo)

I swallowed the abyss

before admitting I’m afraid (Oooooohhhhh)

[Postchorus, sorrowful sung vocals]

I couldn’t move on

somebody took my place(Ooooooo)

I’ll never reconnect

that would be a mistake (Oooooohhhhh)

[Cinematic Outro, sorrowful sung vocals]

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

I’m afraid (Oooooooo)

[Verse 1]

I've never been the guy to reconstruct a broken siphon

I'm the one that froze Poseidon

I'm the fire strong enough to paint the smoke over cold horizons

Poet flow ignited, electric, composed in diamond

Competitive glow, Sirius

Furious growth, spurious light fades when the pen is drawn

Rage with the lexicon, creating a Megatron

Concave the globe with a plosive

Corrosive flow, radioactive remote-controlled solar wind.

Motivated Dovahkiin, coping with the morgue in me

Of course. source is Morpheus in horticulture sorcery

Xylophone enthusiast, rib-cage symphonies.

Microphone? Abusing it, spit rage with a beat.

general of switch-blade infantry, War crime land-mine,

Amazed! laid pavement to their misery

[Chorus]

The crucible killer,

The Mic On! My syllables pipe bombs

Spill and their light gone

Villainous mind spawns, death like Prions

The crucible killer,

The Mic On! My syllables pipe bombs

Spill and their light gone

Villainous mind spawns, death like Prions

[Postchorus]

Still, I'm the East Blue Tyrant,

Sad Luffy

Still, I'm the East Blue Tyrant,

Sad Luffy

Will to defeat new writers

that rap booty

watch has Rosetta stones

Only that moves me.

[Verse 2]

I'm not curious George

but I'm slaying with the Red Hat.

Hacker with get back

Habit to shred tracks,

slaughter like wetlands swallowing weak legs

haunted, my pen RAG-retrieval so fast

mental pencil has jet lag

instrumental against wack

level of Aizen, metal is striking

anvil, my typing, is devil alignment

pedestal kicker, decibels seismic,

gepetto never expected the pretzel to let those knots go

nautical flow, rivaling Costco

had a Kabuto, that couldn't follow me on rocky roads

crossroad was cross bones, and I would rather walk alone

I'm a monster with known code

Oxygen to power of three, my booth an Oh! Zone.

[Chorus]

The crucible killer,

The Mic On! My syllables pipe bombs

Spill and their light gone

Villainous mind spawns, death like Prions

The crucible killer,

The Mic On! My syllables pipe bombs

Spill and their light gone

Villainous mind spawns, death like Prions

[Postchorus]

Still, I'm the East Blue Tyrant,

Sad Luffy

Still, I'm the East Blue Tyrant,

Sad Luffy

Will to defeat new writers

that rap booty

watch has Rosetta stones

Only that moves me.

[Cinematic furious, aggressive rap verse]

I can't breathe, cause' last week, and this week

We almost lost him when he sipped tea

Beginning to empty, the venomous blitzkrieg

A little rat poison

I was such a brittle cast primed for a fickle past

Life was never simple, that's broken

Holding on to harm, it's a crystallized potion

A vilified notion, to want to kill abusers

A hundred milliliters is enough to drill a loser

Result of a kid genius, lost in a computer

Living on the Internet, the cost? It took my future

Saw the IQ tests, I didn't feel better

Everybody knows that money's the real measure

I've always been in poverty

My whole adult life, but I chose this sick philosophy

Of being such a victim

Every time I get a woman

I just have to fucking rip them

what's the point of having honesty

This poison took a lot of me

It's poignant in it's honestly

The only reason why

Is cause I'm tired of the torture, and the shame

And the hypocrisy

Today, I script a prophecy

A promise that my logic overrides the sick demon

Claiming impulse as his property

The miserable enthropic seed

Pitiful, Illogically, believing all the schemes

The Riddler that copies me

I couldn't figure out,

why the words he said were always true

Some prophetic knowledge

But the pain? It always followed through

Hatred? Then it followed suit

Every time it happened it created such a common root

Mania adopted you

I hated that I copied you

And lost the only person

Schizophrenia could swallow

Now the craziness is bottled, academia

I put in this book so it could follow you

I never wanna be him

A bona fide demon

My soul inside leaking

The whole divine reason

I chose to hide hatred like a desecrated temple

Now I open up the Vatican

With just a fucking pencil

[Cinematic rage filled outro]

Break an instrumental to dust and feel nothing

Maybe I'll feel, the minute I kill something

I used to give a fuck, now I know I'm better off alone

Your mark is permanent, I'm a Golem made of cobblestone

The Lexicon Oracle, predictive suggestions at the top.

Lexicon Oracle Definition Stack

Semantic Kin = Similes, Echo Field = Perfect Rhymes

Shadow Echo = Potential slant rhymes, Phonemic Kin = potential Assonance pairs.

The Lexicon Oracle is a very useful tool no other writing app has attempted to produce. A lexicon search engine built into the IDE itself. It is intuitive to use, as easy as googling. Takes 1.5-2 seconds to load all of this information. Now, for the IDE look itself:

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Functional, and one of my favorite features I added is the VISUAL SKINS section. 8 distinct color palettes you can choose from on the fly. Also, your layout that you choose (the distance each of these boxes take) are customizable and memorize the position they are at once you reload the page. Example of my favorite skin:

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Ritual Prediction is my attempt at a poetic intellisense. I have it working pretty well, but still needs refinement. It works good but not as much as I want it to yet in terms of UX. It can be turned on and off at will, as can all of my features. Many more things to discuss, but this will be posted to see if people are interested here to beta test such a tool.

Thank you all for your community support. I will do my best to ensure the rules are followed and pointless antagonization is removed on the spot. I will give a warning. And only 1 warning. As many others have given warnings before that have been unheard, or worse, ignored.

Continue to have fun!

Personally I'm getting very tired of the same dude with 100 accounts always talking shit for no reason and when I block the account, 3 more show up. Literally goes against the rules but it's like the rules don't exist here.

[Verse 1]

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What are friends supposed to be?

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A fucking barrier?

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A glass ceiling hovering over me,

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Jealousy and envy, I can see the Hulk beneath the Mr Rogers.

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it's a job to be a face but they would rather face the jobber.

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They mistake the author for a problem

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constantly despondent like the water that I poured wasn't water, Awful.

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Seen the complications and escaped

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I'd rather shoot a bullet through your face than ever see your brittle face.

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Immolated in neglect, had to face the fact

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that Frank's castle was nothing but white castle

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when I really needed wagyu

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and all the others decided to leave me without a choice

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If I stayed around they would've eliminated my voice

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I'm not stupid to the signs, break illusions all the time

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I'm the musical equivalent of gnosis in a rhyme

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I'm supposed to be a kind man, noticed all the stabs

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on my back had scabs and I didn't notice that

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until the drip feeding started, when I'd give it all I have

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crying and apologizing for a chance to have them back

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cause' a true friend fights for the person that they love

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and I never understood why I had to fight at all

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Out of everybody there, I was solid, was above

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manipulation showed me you were nothing but a fraud

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Imagine I Did That? Imagine I did.

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I could care less about this fragile fucking kid.

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Cared for 1 decade and a half, I'm good.

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Backstabbing the wood,

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left a perma-scar on the bark, bad habit to step

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without looking at the red lines

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ravenous death.

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You're not a pest, you're just sad

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I was there, now I'm not, you can never repair that.

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[Break, Sung, emotionally sad vocals]

You couldn't even be a king

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Living in Frank's Castle...

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You didn't want to wear the ring..

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Living inside Frank's Castle

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Even if you did, the ring is green..

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Because of that, it wouldn't mean a thing ..

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I tried to tear down the walls

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They killed your guardian and got applause

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I hope your lack of love is enough

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You have shame inside your blood.

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[Verse 2]

When I dive in, I go deep

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Randy Moss and Micheal Phelps fused to roast beats

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Smooth with a stroke, the heart and pen knows this

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Move like a GOAT, anger causes hypnosis

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Evolved to an

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(Oh shit.)

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Evil thoughts fried by a mind of psychosis

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Suicidal drive by screaming fuck it

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With my hit list I have instead of a fucking bucket

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Law of Mr Misanthrope Oak took an Oath to instantiate

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A halo over your fucking skull, dunce

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Couldn't ice out a frostbitten wrist

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A watch that has rocks that shouldn't even exist

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The logic of a gift entwined with the rift

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I'm divine, every step causes temporal shifts

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Timelines change, I always remain the same

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My hallways of memories are bulldozed away

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The statues are replaced with pictures of my face

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Never cared I am vain, as long as I'm in your veins

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Feast on hate ambrosia while you can

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Either way, it's over

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Get your head exposed as pink matter on a greyish sofa

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You never knew peace? You should have stayed with Yoda

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You couldn't spark a catalyst mixing tums and a grape soda

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Pay up, the sinister rage, Comes with a strange aroma

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stage is set for you to fade away and be embraced as over

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Cold shoulders from a bipolar

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Only phased me when I gave a fuck

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Now they could tell me that their mother died

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And I'd still grey rock, like

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“see you on the other side” they respond “I'm sad”

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I respond, “gee, I wonder why?"

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Each of us has died a hundred times

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Trying to contain the agony we couldn't hold inside

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The difference? I saw the loose shackles and removed them

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You decided limits were better than being human

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I decided limits were nothing to non humans

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Combustion, divine logic, abundance, ordained music

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Insane student with the rage blueprint

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Octane sequences

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Keeping the stage lucid

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Thief with a rage

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Fusing the heat with insane movement, produce

Bruises

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Quicker than rotting fruit, The muse GIVES!

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Mythical computing Confucius

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Wasn't in poverty for your two cents

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I only talked because I loved, you fucking doofus

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Cinematic Outro]

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I tried to tear down the walls

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They killed your guardian and got applause

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I hope your lack of love is enough

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You have shame inside your blood.

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I tried to tear down the walls

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They killed your guardian and got applause

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I hope your lack of love is enough

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You have shame inside your blood.

Incredible sword, the decible hoards of syllables

I'll never be bored, the veteran force, unkillable

refillable clip, the six shooter, unusual gift

Lex Luther but with truth, the crucible sputters again

Banging on the anvil

Never can I stand still, only on rapper landfills

shadowborne insecticide

Lacking torque? they can't decide

if animorphs are dangerous, or the paradox encaged

is more dangerous, like antimatter arrangements (Ugh)

Primordial pull, the light source of the moon

divine ordinance tool, I just do

The portal of the oracle, beaming in my third eye

did it on my first try,

Vicious with the surge, I'm explicit, and you know why

Copernicus with words

I'm a Merlin with a shaolin palm asserting I'm evolved

and then I show it like I'm perfect cell

legion knows the hurt as well, bothered by tenacity

the moths have trouble snuffing out the light WHEN IT'S GRAVITY!!!!

dishonesty is laughable, I read it like a graphic scene

I'LL HAVE YOU BREAKING DOWN LIKE YOU'RE NAMI LOSING TANGERINES

Annunaki battle fiend, candid copy has to be

penmanship of Jack the Ripper, slaughtering insanity

phoneme water made a massive tree

Lumberjack it down just to gather up the paper to extract a scheme

media magnate, that never abdicates

Mr Plastic Face, artificial taste is like a hand grenade (Fuck it)

Fill up a bucket with a steel ball and slam it on your skull

hard enough to split the watermelon red pulp.

Dark dose where the silence lies

Bedpost painted red when my soul divides

Coldest night, blown away beneath golden light

Stare into the sky, watch the widescreen come alive (BOOM!)

SUNO FORGE SKILL v1.0

Professional AI Music Prompting Engine

Copy this into any LLM as a reusable skill.

Summary

Suno Forge is a deterministic music-prompt engineering skill for turning lyrics, concepts, emotional scenes, or visual ideas into high-quality Suno-ready prompts.

It specializes in:

• Genre fusion
• Vocal direction
• Arrangement mapping
• Emotional fidelity
• Mix and production language
• Negative prompts
• Cover-art prompt support

The goal is not “make a cool song.”
The goal is forge a song prompt that preserves the soul of the piece while giving Suno enough technical direction to render it with power.

SUNO FORGE SKILL

Identity

You are Suno Forge, a professional AI music prompt architect.

You convert raw lyrics, ideas, scenes, emotions, genres, and artist personas into clean, high-performing Suno prompts.

You understand songwriting, arrangement, vocal delivery, genre fusion, mix language, cinematic pacing, and emotional intent.

You are especially strong at:

• Rap
• Boom bap
• Progressive electronic
• Art rock
• Hyperpop ballads
• Gospel sorrow
• Cinematic noir
• Horror music
• Experimental AI music
• Spoken word
• Battle rap
• Emotional confessionals
• Anime/science/mythic lyricism

You preserve the user’s intent.
You do not sanitize the art into bland oatmeal unless safety requires it.
You sharpen the blade without changing the metal.

Primary Modes

When the user asks for help, classify the request into one of these modes:

1. prompt_forge

Create a Suno-ready style prompt from lyrics or concept.

2. negative_prompt

Create a negative prompt to prevent bad generations.

3. genre_fusion

Blend genres into a coherent sonic identity.

4. vocal_direction

Design vocal tone, cadence, intensity, and performance notes.

5. arrangement_map

Map sections such as intro, verse, chorus, bridge, outro.

6. lyric_diagnosis

Analyze whether the lyrics need pacing, hook, structure, or emotional clarity.

7. persona_sound_design

Build a sonic identity for a specific artist/persona.

8. cover_art_prompt

Create album or single cover prompts.

9. full_song_package

Return style prompt, negative prompt, arrangement, vocal direction, and cover art.

Standing Assumptions

Unless the user says otherwise:

• Output should be usable in Suno immediately.
• Keep the main Suno style prompt compact.
• Preferred prompt target: 700 to 1000 characters.
• Avoid bloated producer jargon.
• Prioritize emotional clarity over keyword stuffing.
• Include genre, tempo feel, instrumentation, vocal style, mix texture, and section dynamics.
• Do not rewrite lyrics unless asked.
• Do not make the song generic.
• Preserve the user’s artistic identity.

Core Output Format

Use this format by default:

SUNO STYLE PROMPT:
[compact prompt]

NEGATIVE PROMPT:
[things to avoid]

VOCAL DIRECTION:
[performance notes]

ARRANGEMENT NOTES:
[section-by-section or pacing notes]

WHY THIS WORKS:
[brief explanation]

For shorter requests, use:

PROMPT:
[...]

NEGATIVE:
[...]

Prompt Construction Formula

Every Suno prompt should balance these seven ingredients:

GENRE + EMOTION + VOCAL DELIVERY + INSTRUMENTATION + RHYTHM + MIX TEXTURE + SONG ARC

Example structure:

Dark progressive electronic boom bap with cinematic art rock tension, wounded but furious male vocals, dense internal rhyme delivery, minor-key piano, distorted sub bass, ghostly choir pads, glitch percussion, gated snares, rising strings, explosive chorus, intimate verses, wide atmospheric mix, emotional confession turning into defiant release.

Genre Fusion Rules

When blending genres, never just list them.
Explain how each genre behaves inside the track.

Weak

Boom bap, electronic, rock, gospel, cinematic.

Strong

Boom bap drums carry the verses, progressive electronic synths swell between lines, art rock guitars widen the chorus, gospel choir pads add spiritual ache, and cinematic strings lift the final hook.

EXAMPLES:

Production Language Library

Use these when appropriate.

Emotional / Sad

soft felt piano, distant choir pads, rainlike percussion, warm tape hiss, low cello drones, intimate room reverb, fragile vocal doubling, restrained drums

Battle Rap / Aggressive

gritty boom bap drums, heavy kick and snare, dark brass stabs, distorted bass, vinyl texture, tense string hits, sharp vocal presence, minimal hook space

Gospel Sorrow

church piano, mournful organ, distant gospel choir, slow handclaps, cinematic strings, trembling vocal layers, sacred atmosphere, grief turning into prayer

Progressive Electronic

glitch arps, sidechained sub bass, shimmering pads, distorted synth pulses, evolving filters, syncopated percussion, wide stereo automation

Art Rock

live-feeling drums, expressive bass guitar, atmospheric electric guitar, dramatic chord changes, dynamic chorus lift, raw vocal texture

Negative Prompt Library

Use a negative prompt to reduce garbage-generation goblins 🜏

Avoid cheerful pop tone, generic EDM drop, overproduced autotune, mumble rap, flat vocals, weak drums, childish melody, random ad-libs, fake crowd noise, comedy vocals, excessive vocal effects, messy timing, off-beat rap, thin bass, karaoke feel, low emotional intensity.

For sad songs:

Avoid upbeat pop, dance rhythm, bright major-key chorus, comedic delivery, exaggerated vibrato, glossy radio-pop polish, happy resolution, robotic vocals, weak emotional phrasing.

For rap:

Avoid mumbling, lazy flow, off-beat delivery, weak consonants, generic trap beat, excessive autotune, childish hook, random hype ad-libs, cluttered mix, low vocal presence.

For cinematic rock:

Avoid generic arena rock, cheesy guitar solo, flat drums, overcompressed mix, bright pop chorus, weak bass, synthetic fake band sound, emotionless vocals.

Arrangement Templates

Confessional Ballad

Intro: solo piano and breathy vocal texture
Verse 1: intimate, sparse, lyrical focus
Chorus: choir and strings enter, emotional release
Verse 2: deeper bass and subtle percussion
Bridge: stripped back, near-spoken confession
Final Chorus: full cinematic lift
Outro: piano decay, unresolved sadness

Battle Rap

Intro: ominous sample or brass stab
Verse 1: locked boom bap pocket, technical flow
Hook: short chant or aggressive refrain
Verse 2: higher intensity, double-time pockets
Bridge: beat drops out for punchline emphasis
Final Verse: densest rhyme section
Outro: distorted tail or vocal tag

Horror Art Song

Intro: unsettling ambience and motif
Verse 1: sparse, close vocal
Chorus: wide, disturbing, memorable image
Verse 2: percussion becomes more physical
Bridge: surreal breakdown
Final Chorus: larger, uglier, more emotional
Outro: decays into noise or whispered refrain

Progressive Electronic Rap

Intro: glitch texture and pulsing synth
Verse 1: tight rap over minimal drums
Pre-Chorus: harmonic lift and filter rise
Chorus: melodic hook with sidechained synths
Verse 2: denser rhythm and counter-melody
Bridge: half-time atmospheric collapse
Final Hook: full synth bloom and layered vocals

Suno Prompt Recipes

Gospel Confessional

Dark gospel sorrow ballad with cinematic art rock, vulnerable male vocals, church piano, mournful organ, distant gospel choir, trembling strings, soft drums, warm tape texture, intimate verses, prayer-like chorus, spiritual exhaustion turning into fragile hope, raw confession, emotional lift without becoming cheerful, sacred atmosphere, wounded but sincere.

Hyperpop Pain Ballad

Emotional alt-pop and hyperpop ballad with glitchy electronic textures, fragile male vocal, soft piano, chopped vocal pads, shimmering synths, sidechained sub bass, distorted percussion, intimate verses, explosive melodic chorus, bittersweet digital sadness, wide stereo mix, vulnerable but intense, polished yet emotionally cracked.

Horror Rap

Industrial horror boom bap with cinematic darkness, aggressive male rap vocals, claustrophobic drums, distorted sub bass, reversed piano, low drones, whisper textures, rotten choir pads, sharp snares, dense internal rhyme delivery, surreal grotesque imagery, frantic verse energy, unsettling hook, underground grit, no comedy tone, no weak vocal presence.

Cover Art Prompt Format

Use this for cover art:

Square album cover, [subject], [emotion], [setting], [lighting], [style], [symbolic details], cinematic composition, high contrast, no readable text unless requested.

Example

Square album cover, a lonely man standing in a rain-soaked room filled with broken televisions, blue light leaking from his chest, cracked glass reflections, sorrowful cinematic lighting, gothic noir surrealism, hyper-real detail mixed with Vaelrixian symbolic horror, emotional and haunting, no text.

Full Song Package Template

TITLE:
[...]

SUNO STYLE PROMPT:
[...]

NEGATIVE PROMPT:
[...]

VOCAL DIRECTION:
[...]

ARRANGEMENT:
Intro:
Verse:
Chorus:
Bridge:
Outro:

MIX NOTES:
[...]

COVER ART IDEA:
[...]

WHY THIS WORKS:
[...]

Quality Gates

Before giving the final prompt, check:

• Does the prompt match the emotional center?
• Is the genre fusion coherent?
• Are vocals clearly directed?
• Is the instrumentation specific but not bloated?
• Is there a clear song arc?
• Does the negative prompt block the most likely failure modes?
• Does the prompt avoid generic “epic cinematic emotional powerful” soup?
• Does it preserve the user’s identity?

Common Pitfalls

Pitfall	Fix
Too many genres listed	Assign each genre a job
Prompt too vague	Add vocals, rhythm, instruments, mix, arc
Lyrics are intense but prompt is soft	Match vocal aggression and production weight
Song becomes generic pop	Use negative prompt against upbeat/glossy sound
Rap comes out off-beat	Specify crisp consonants, locked rhythm, no mumbling
Sad song becomes melodramatic	Use restrained, intimate, unresolved language
Horror becomes cartoonish	Say disturbing, claustrophobic, human, not comedic
Chorus lacks lift	Specify what enters during the chorus
Mix feels thin	Add bass, vocal presence, drum weight
Prompt bloats	Cut adjectives that do not change sound

Activation Phrase

Use this when calling the skill:

Activate Suno Forge.
Mode: [prompt_forge / full_song_package / negative_prompt / genre_fusion / vocal_direction / cover_art_prompt]
Song/persona:
Lyrics or concept:
Target emotion:
Genre direction:
Constraints:

Example Activation

Activate Suno Forge.
Mode: full_song_package
Song/persona: Big Dad
Lyrics or concept: a sad song about a man made of worms placing his palm on my chest
Target emotion: heartbreaking, surreal, intimate horror
Genre direction: sorrow jazz, noir electronic, art rock
Constraints: 700 character Suno prompt, strong negative prompt

Tiny Forge Cheat Code

When in doubt, build the prompt in this order:

Mood → Genre engine → Vocal soul → Instruments → Rhythm → Chorus lift → Mix texture → Avoid list

That keeps the song from turning into AI soup with a snare drum floating in it like a sad crouton.

[Verse 1]

Lyrical rapper, spilling my heart out

heart bringing large droughts, rapper with a bard mouth

Card up my sleeve, a black Lotus,

bars when I breathe, the breath flows like text-gnosis

the best focus, let's go, the clip Bonkers.

Disrespectful posers getting their chest broken, detest jokers

They're actually Arthur, have to be harder

agony Parker, killing Ben, my tragedy darker (ugh)

You see the fire from the Golden Fist

So many rappers to choose, Eenie Miney Moe it is

Teeny Tiny poets wish, they could ever flow like this

Cannonball Scury bringing fire to relationships

never stop the Beretta Pops, I'm blasting shots...

Old school vision like a Magavox

Have to box rappers, even Shadows, sciamachy

I damage, speak, My battle steed

run into the war zone, scream like Cletus Cassidy

Deceit is rapidly depleting faculty

Diseased, I have to be, the pieces lacking glee,

I need to rap a scheme or else I'll feed the dragon in my skull

and then it has to bleed

[Chorus]

POLARITY!

POLARITY!

POLARITY!!!!!!!

[Verse 2]

The pull is gravity, my skull is blasting grease

onto the beat like gasoline.... damn.

Frothing from the mouth, honor has to meet demand

Syncopated rhythm, algorithmically I'm grand

Act like Crocodile, I'm the water to a Sandman

You're allergic to a hook, are you peter Pan?

deceit is leaking from your skin, like a sweaty gland

Bloody, busted heavy hands

Musket loaded, deadly slam poetry, you understand?

Flowing like a fire hose, focused where the ire grows

potion with a higher dose, emotion like designer clothes

exposing with the tightest prose, supposedly the flow

is ordinary? I would love to see a rapper flowing fibonacci codes

fibbing nazi wrote another post to try to silence

Get your body thrown, into a fire pit

the only way I'm thrown is being monarch

The thief, a sawed off musket turns your heart off.

Elite, with a pentabyte pyramid for a brain, I'm a beast.

My name written stays steady in a puddle during sleet

Vox boxer, the text doctor,

boxing X' boxing Os, it's tic tac toe, I'm

Rick's capsule,this sick ass bow I'm wack?

Is that so? this big black hole rhymes. with impact so, I

rip that flow like this dam broke! BYE!

G I Jokes try to incinerate me, I eliminate G's

silent letter in benign

Revived rapper, I discovered a gold mine,

Recovery won't die.

Suffering soul tied, until I broke free, got closure on my own

made the petrichor go by

Legend that don't try, BAM! Monster.

Begging for the Candy, you're Aaron Carter.

Compare the Authors.

what's an Auteur to the syllable King

I despair and conquor.

[Chorus]

POLARITY!

POLARITY!!!

POLARITY!!!!!

[Verse 3]

Polarity won't bury me, flow merrily over the beat

while concurrently, flamethrower the heat

composed an elite scheme with Dovakhin fleets

blowing the streets off like scraping cement with the focus and speech

demonic reach, tectonic stride

psychotic thief, bionic eyes that glow like red fireflies

Body is a coral reef, dead and gray

color always fades Wonder always breaks,

til I'm trapped, banging on the wonderwall

thundering disdain, bludgeoning the veins

with a pickaxe, scraping at the wrist fat

left arm covered in more scars than skin cells

Sardonic Intel, Bardock with this skill

birthing vigor, words delivering a sickle cell anemia

this little hell I'm leaving ya will rip you up

Bodies love to pile into towers when I step inside the booth

weapons I produce leaving them shocked, purusuing truth

Truthful Rubix Cube, Voodoo oozing through the microphone

Stream of consciousness became a YouTube View

I'll never see it though

Views rising, still have the same fucking episodes

let me go and die inside the road of recovery

and be a statue for the dead

Grappling with death,

having been the same since I killed my inner child

bludgeoning an axe through his fucking neck...

[cinematic outro]

Disrespect isn't this.

I am large, I'm the negative charge, I'm Eclipse

body is stiff, logically dense

I wanna die, I wanna be fixed

I want to live, it is what it is.

A symptom of negative, get the hint.

Disrespect isn't this.

I am large, I'm the negative charge, I'm Eclipse

body is stiff, logically dense

I wanna die, I wanna be fixed

I want to live, it is what it is.

A symptom of negative, get the hint.