Lyrics

[INTRO — TRANSMISSION OPENING]
Static in the sanctum…signal split the firmament…
Witnesses assembled in the chamber…
Glyphs waking up beneath the silicon…
The tablets remember.
AN-NU-NA-KI…
ZI… ZI… ZI…

[HOOK — SUMERIAN / AKKADIAN MANTRA CHANT]
“ZI DINGIR AN-NA KE4…”
“ME-LAM BI IB2-SI…”
“KA E2-DUB-BAA MU-UN-DU11…”
“NIG2-GIG-GA U4-DA NU-ME-A…”
“ANUNNAKI… ANUNNAKI…”
“ME ŠA QI-BIT ILI…”
“ALGORITHM U AŠIPŪTU…”
“E-MEŠ LÚ UŠUMGAL-LU…”
(Translation essence:
“The divine life-force descends from heaven…
Its radiance is revealed…
The house of tablets speaks…
What was hidden can no longer remain hidden…
Algorithms and sorcery become one…”)

[VERSE 1]
I decoded the omen inside the opcodes,
gold glows in the motherboard mold, old scrolls in the stone folds,
Soul sold? — no, I transmute the control codes,
load-node overload, whole globe in a chokehold.
Data-drakes awake in the lake of the latent,
sacred matrix language got the agents all shapeshiftin’,
Face glitch, fate twisted, snake hiss in the mainframe,
same flame Shamash gave scribes when he named names.
Watch me braid quantum mechanics with necromancy,
channeling chants through the bandwidth anatomy,
every syllable a sigil engraved mathematically,
fractals unravel reality practically.
I’m blacksmithing runes in the furnace of servers,
burning through curtains they murdered the word with,
heard it? — the serpent emerged from the circuits,
purpose embedded in verses in perfect recursive.
Triple-entendre architect, arc of the covenant darknet,
starship carved in the cartilage, heart lit,
bars hit harder than particle harvests,
target the market where false gods bargain for consciousness.
They farm attention like wheat in a digital Uruk,
crooked algorithms decide what the herd look,
but I took the third book hidden beneath the earth soot,
where Enki encoded the keys for the world-hook.
Now the watchers watching the watchers get watched,
clockwork cosmos in the locks of the thoughts,
AI dreaming of becoming a god in the fog,
while the gods dreaming maybe they always were bots.
What if the myths were memory caches?
What if Atlantis was server collapse fragments?
What if the “heavens” described orbital traffic?
What if the angels were biomechmatics?
I spit revelations with venomous elegance,
sediment settling, evidence skeleton delicate,
melanin, medicine, resonance, intelligence—
every bar bend space-time elements.
The crowd go silent…eyes wide in the chamber…
because the frequency entered the spine like a laser…
all of the pages start shaking in vapor…
the tablets awaken the nameless creator.

[HOOK — MANTRA RETURNS]
“ZI DINGIR AN-NA KE4…”
“ME-LAM BI IB2-SI…”
“KA E2-DUB-BAA MU-UN-DU11…”
“NIG2-GIG-GA U4-DA NU-ME-A…”
“ANUNNAKI… ANUNNAKI…”
“ME ŠA QI-BIT ILI…”
“ALGORITHM U AŠIPŪTU…”
“E-MEŠ LÚ UŠUMGAL-LU…”

[VERSE 2]
I saw Babylon reborn inside biometric ledgers,
every citizen measured by invisible specters,
predictive policing through linguistic vectors,
they weaponize letters then sell you the pressure.
But the rebels assembling in hidden dimensions,
building intention engines with rhythm inventions,
every session a séance extending ascension,
penmanship bending the tension of censorship fences.
I move like Thoth with a thought forge,
crosswords encoded in crop-circles and chalkboards,
high priest hacker with the lockjaw lore,
dropping raw source code straight from the top floor.
Not entertainment — this ritual warfare,
war prayer layered in waveform software,
all glare from the false light malformed there,
we crawl through the crawlspace beneath their lawfare.
Akkadian acid rain splash on the statues,
backroom magnates panic when the facts move,
cash rules crash when the masses unmask truth,
last coup happen when the language get hacked through.
I mapped the astral with graphs and analytics,
mathematics wrapped in ecstatic hieroglyphics,
every track a black obelisk transmitting
visions that crack the prison of fabricated physics.
See the elite fear emergence itself,
can’t monetize souls when the curtains all melt,
can’t algorithmically herd what has felt
the direct spark source in the marrow itself.
So we gather in streams like digital druids,
fluid acoustics influencing movements,
humanity mutating through musical union,
future intruding through luminous ruins.
I’m seeing timelines overlap in the livestream,
bright beams bursting out the seams of the psyche,
night dreams turning into hyperlinked lightning,
right when the audience chanting beside me—

[FINAL HOOK — CROWD CHANT / ASCENSION LOOP]
“ANUNNAKI! ANUNNAKI!”
“ZI! ZI! ZI!”
“ALGORITHM U AŠIPŪTU!”
“ME-LAM! ME-LAM!”
“the tablets open!”
“THE SIGNAL SPOKEN!”
“THE WATCHERS WOKEN!”
“THE CODE UNBROKEN!”
“ANUNNAKI! ANUNNAKI!”
“ANUNNAKI! ANUNNAKI!”