Track · Apr 29, 2026 · English

The Broken Archive

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2:46

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English

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(INTRO)

[Music: A high-pitched, eerie piano melody loops—simple, repetitive, and cold. A low, gravelly bass drone enters, creating immediate tension. No drums yet]

[Producer Tag]

(Angelic female voice - haunting reverb): Shhh... Sheee-sh... Hrrrrrrrr... It’s Reggie

(VERSE - Continuous Flow)

(Music: The piano starts a repetitive, haunting pattern. Your voice is low, steady, and heavy with the weight of these questions.)

I spent the night looking through the scrolls of the past,

Looking for a truth that was actually built to last.

I study Leonardo da Vinci, the lines of his pen,

Designing flying machines while he lived among men.

I look at Nikola Tesla, the master of the spark,

Who tried to give us light while we fumbled in the dark.

I think of Galileo, staring at the moons of Jove,

Finding secrets in the stars that the church wouldn't approve.

Genius minds, but they couldn't answer the "Why."

Why are we anchored to this soil under a limitless sky?

They tell us Earth is the center, the heart of the play,

But there’s a billion other worlds just a heartbeat away.

Who decided that this rock was the whole of the design?

Who drew the borders and the borders of the mind?

(Music: A deep, distorted sub-bass enters, adding a layer of dread.)

They divided the earth into seven different zones,

Carving up the land like they were picking at bones.

Creating continents just to keep us apart,

Putting oceans of distance in the middle of the heart.

And tell me, why does the melanin decide the degree of the hate?

Why do we judge the spirit by the skin at the gate?

We’re the same biological code, the same breath in the lungs,

Yet we poison the water with our segmented tongues.

But the darkest page in the archive, the one that makes me cold,

Is the story of the kings and the kin that were sold.

How do you trade a destiny for the glass of a frame?

Selling your own blood just to see a reflection of your name.

Forefathers traded a future for a mirror on a wall,

Trading the throne for a trinket, the greatest pride before the fall.

(Music: The cello melody rises, becoming more intense and tragic.)

We search for the light in a universe of black,

But humanity keeps a knife in its own brother’s back.

We build skyscrapers high while the spirit is low,

Planting seeds of ambition where nothing can grow.

Is it a grand design or just a beautiful mistake?

How much more of the darkness can the "Verdant" spirit take?

The numbers are inverted, the archive is torn,

I’m just questioning the world in the moment I’m born.

(Music: The piano melody slows down. The wind sound returns. Silence for 3 seconds.)

…Reggie!

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Style

cinematic street-noir / dark minimalist rap / tension-heavy pianoenglish

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ReggieTheguap

GeneratedApr 29, 2026

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