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STREAMING/MERCH/SOCIALS: https://linktr.ee/machinaaeon BECOME A MEMBER! GET COOL THINGS!    / @machinaaeonai   Lyrics: [Machina Aeon] Yeah Watch your step. Everybody chirpin’ loud, desperate for a flash, Sell their spine for a mention, tryna juice a stat. They’ll dogpile any name if it bumps the count, Truth don’t matter when the feed needs clout. Fake rage, fake beef, manufactured laughs, Camera-first loyalty, snakes in the grass. They’d torch a friend for a second of eyes, Smile in the DMs, then sharpen the knives. I don’t chase the noise, I don’t beg for a pass, I build in the dark while they juggle a mask. If it don’t move the soul, it ain’t worth the blast, Quality over chaos bitch, you ain't up to the task [Chorus] Snakes in the grass, I can hear ‘em hiss, Talk big online but they ain’t built for this. Do anything for views, yeah they sell that fast, I keep my circle tight, snakes in the grass. Talking shit behind your back, every stab get checked, I don’t need a crowd, I need self-respect. You chase the feed, I’m makin’ shit last, I keep my circle tight, snakes in the grass. They’ll bite a buzz just to feel like they worth shit Drag a name through mud, call it being honest. No backbone, just quotes and a repost grind, Borrowed outrage, hollow-ass spines. They worship the spike, not the craft of the pen, Five seconds of fame then they’re broke again. I seen friends turn strangers for a flicker of light, Type tough all day, disappear at night. I’d rather be quiet than loud and cheap, I water what I grow, I don’t farm off beef. If your whole plan’s hate, better know the cost— I move with a few, never count the loss. [Chorus] I don’t owe a take to a clout-chasin’ cunt, I don’t bow to trends, bitch, I'm on the hunt. If you ain’t addin’ weight, get out my path, I move with the real not the snakes in the grass. They flip-flop morals for a comment rush, Say they’re “about growth” but it’s all a bluff. Talk community then stab for a bump, Call it “competition,” nah, you're just a cuck. Sit in the corner while I fuck your career, Take a measured bow as you just cheer. If you gotta tear down just to stand tall, You already lost, I don’t care at all. I’m here for the long run, not a quick hit rush, Built from the ground up, never fake-love plush. Eyes open wide, yeah I read the past I keep my circle small so that shit will last [Chorus] Few real ones, that’s the math. Watch your step or become debris in this warpath [Dethlord] (yeah) uh leave the beat on, this shit ain’t finished nah not even close DETHLORD MOTHERFUCKERS Dethlord 2026 Mother fuckers BLEGH... I don’t do sneak hate I do public damage Name carved deep where your pride can’t manage You move two‑faced I move full‑blade Cut straight through whatever act you stage You leak loyalty cheap plastic version I break alliances like bad conversions You trade your people for a spike in traffic I trade your status for closed‑box caskets uh I seen your type applause addicted Morals rented backbone missing Every loud post pure audition Every hard stance crowd permission You ain’t real you’re algorithm food Pre‑chewed rage in a rented mood I don’t chase trends I break their teeth Then hang the proof where your fans can see Yeah... You shake hands then map attack routes I map grave plots for loudmouths You call it networking I call it feeding On whoever bleeding That ain’t hunger that’s rot behavior I don’t forgive I delete betrayers Not from feeds from memory structure Hard reset no rebuild buffer uh You sell outrage in costume skin I sell truth with a knife tucked in You need numbers to feel like force I walk solo still tilt the course Say my name behind my back say it again Louder this time don’t use a friend Don’t use a quote don’t use a hint Stand in it fully or stay counterfeit I don’t “sub” I confront and finish No sneak captions I end careers in minutes You toss shade I drop ceilings You throw shots I drop buildings uh huh Yeah keep typing I keep arriving You celebrate noise I celebrate scars You build fake hype I build war memoirs You want quick wins microwave fame I want permanent marks carved into names You turn quick for attention crumbs I turn cold then pressure drums Every fake ally get stress‑tested Most of y’all fail before the first question Yeah.. Circle small radius lethal Access denied no sequel If you cross once that’s permanent math No reunion arc just aftermath You want unity but only above you You want support but none when they need you That ain’t brotherhood that’s staged alignment I break that structure with blunt assignment I don’t owe kindness to parasite moves I don’t owe grace to clout‑built crews You want blood sport I brought tools You want cheap buzz I brought ruin