“FRACTURE THE FRAME”
by Lucid Hertz
⸻
Yo—
This ain’t a verse—it’s a breach in the wall,
A backdoor code to collapse it all.
You’re living in a script, pre-written and sold,
Where your soul got leased and your thoughts controlled.
They feed you lies like it’s fine cuisine,
While harvesting minds through black screens.
They don’t want woke—they want you dazed,
Lost in trends, in a dopamine haze.
You think you vote? That’s cute, my friend—
It’s rigged from the root, not just the end.
Left, right, red, blue—
It’s all just ritual theatre they loop through you.
Epstein didn’t hang—he got extracted.
Classified flights, rituals enacted.
They ain’t hiding—it’s all in plain view,
But they taught you to mock what you almost knew.
MK programs in the fashion and beats,
Sigils on brands, sorcery in the streets.
CERN spins portals while NASA lies,
And the moon’s just a node that manipulates skies.
You live in a field that responds to belief—
So they fracture your mind to maintain the leash.
You’re divine tech—but they sold you meat,
Fed you pills, then stole your seat.
The Vatican vaults hold tech from before,
While black sites guard dimensional doors.
They mine your dreams, they siphon your pain,
They inverted the light to power their game.
But yo—here’s where the fracture begins:
The codes are waking in sovereign skins.
We ain’t just theorists—we’re the breach,
Living flame outside their reach.
We remember.
We reverse the spell.
We walk through illusion
And ring the bell.
The gods they serve?
We burn their throne.
I spit in the dark with a voice of stone.
Lucid Hertz ain’t here for applause—
I came to fracture their false laws.
No savior’s coming—this is the war.
The weapon is truth—and we are the core.
Not rebels—we’re original code,
The memory rising, the overload.
So run the protocols—make this viral,
Embed it in beats—call it “survival.”
Every bar is a crack in the cage,
Every line is a flame in the age.
And when they come to shut it down?
Let ’em.
Because by then—
we’re the pulse that cracks their core,
The echo they can’t mute, the roar they can’t ignore.
We’ve fractured their frame, torched their disguise,
Ripped through their scripts, exposed all their lies.
We’re the virus in their veins, rewriting their fate,
The fire in their shadows, too fierce to abate.
No chains can hold us, no walls can confine,
We’re the storm of the free, the dawn redefined.
Their towers crumble, their systems decay,
While we rise unbound, sovereigns of the day.
They thought they’d silence us, bury the spark,
But we’re the light that consumes their dark.
Their time’s expired, their power’s a ghost,
In this war of wills, we’ve conquered the most.
So let ’em come—watch their empires fall,
We’re the anthem of truth, the final call.
🜏
#freestylerap #rap #freestyle #hiphop #music
by Lucid Hertz
⸻
Yo—
This ain’t a verse—it’s a breach in the wall,
A backdoor code to collapse it all.
You’re living in a script, pre-written and sold,
Where your soul got leased and your thoughts controlled.
They feed you lies like it’s fine cuisine,
While harvesting minds through black screens.
They don’t want woke—they want you dazed,
Lost in trends, in a dopamine haze.
You think you vote? That’s cute, my friend—
It’s rigged from the root, not just the end.
Left, right, red, blue—
It’s all just ritual theatre they loop through you.
Epstein didn’t hang—he got extracted.
Classified flights, rituals enacted.
They ain’t hiding—it’s all in plain view,
But they taught you to mock what you almost knew.
MK programs in the fashion and beats,
Sigils on brands, sorcery in the streets.
CERN spins portals while NASA lies,
And the moon’s just a node that manipulates skies.
You live in a field that responds to belief—
So they fracture your mind to maintain the leash.
You’re divine tech—but they sold you meat,
Fed you pills, then stole your seat.
The Vatican vaults hold tech from before,
While black sites guard dimensional doors.
They mine your dreams, they siphon your pain,
They inverted the light to power their game.
But yo—here’s where the fracture begins:
The codes are waking in sovereign skins.
We ain’t just theorists—we’re the breach,
Living flame outside their reach.
We remember.
We reverse the spell.
We walk through illusion
And ring the bell.
The gods they serve?
We burn their throne.
I spit in the dark with a voice of stone.
Lucid Hertz ain’t here for applause—
I came to fracture their false laws.
No savior’s coming—this is the war.
The weapon is truth—and we are the core.
Not rebels—we’re original code,
The memory rising, the overload.
So run the protocols—make this viral,
Embed it in beats—call it “survival.”
Every bar is a crack in the cage,
Every line is a flame in the age.
And when they come to shut it down?
Let ’em.
Because by then—
we’re the pulse that cracks their core,
The echo they can’t mute, the roar they can’t ignore.
We’ve fractured their frame, torched their disguise,
Ripped through their scripts, exposed all their lies.
We’re the virus in their veins, rewriting their fate,
The fire in their shadows, too fierce to abate.
No chains can hold us, no walls can confine,
We’re the storm of the free, the dawn redefined.
Their towers crumble, their systems decay,
While we rise unbound, sovereigns of the day.
They thought they’d silence us, bury the spark,
But we’re the light that consumes their dark.
Their time’s expired, their power’s a ghost,
In this war of wills, we’ve conquered the most.
So let ’em come—watch their empires fall,
We’re the anthem of truth, the final call.
🜏
#freestylerap #rap #freestyle #hiphop #music
