Synthetic Symphony

As black people genetically we are stronger and smarter than everyone else we are more creative on December 21st our real DNA will be unlocked and majority will be able to do things that we thought were fiction. Learn enough who we are as a people they want to make us savages.

Giovanni The hype around rapper Playboi Carti refuses to die. The rapper last released the album in 2018 and has since been teasing the arrival of his third studio record which is yet to drop becoming one of the most highly anticipated rap albums in recent times. Carti was supposed to drop an album named 'Whole Lotta Red', his third full-length record, which is yet to receive and update. But, in the midst of all this, Carti took to Instagram Live to preview a new song that fans haven't heard before. Complex Music's official Twitter handle posted a snippet of the unreleased track which can be heard below.

Every time I close my eyes

I wake up feeling so horny

I can't get you outta my mind

Sexin' you be all I see

I would give anything

Just to make you understand me

I don't give a damn about nothing else

Freek'n you is all I need

Tonight, I need your body (I need your body)

Tonight, you got my time (oh get it baby)

Tonight you won't be sorry (yeah)

Tonight, you got my mind

You got my mind, all I wanna do is freak you

Kyrie Irving always had a mix of emotions surrounding LeBron James. He first met LeBron when he was 15-17, attending his basketball camp. He was ecstatic to see the basketball legend and they even talked a little. If there was one thing he picked up from Bron at the time, he loved giving advice.

When Kyrie got drafted by the Cavs, he had a huge hole to fill that LeBron left in the franchise. And because of LeBron, the franchise was quite frankly, shit . Kyrie could not make up for everything LeBron left on the team, despite his raw talent, he was just a rookie. But he finally accepted he had to grow up and grew to believe he had to build it all from the ground up himself after the next few draft busts. He still respected LeBron, they had a couple chats in the All-Star games.

Every time they played against each other, you could almost see LeBron’s eyes light up whenever Kyrie played out one of his complicated moves. LeBron saw Kyrie, and knew he could go back to Cleveland, they just needed a few players. And in 2014, LeBron finally decided to come back.

“LeBron? What?” Kyrie asked the Manager. “He’s coming back and we’re trading Andrew and a few players for JR Smith and Kevin Love.” Kyrie blinked at the manager in disbelief. “What? We don’t need LeBron, I can do this myself!” The Manager sighed as he stared at the 22 year old Kyrie Irving. “Well, you’ve had since 2011 to do that Kyrie, I get it, you’ve been to the Olympics and All-Star games, but for the team? You know you need help.” “You talk about him like you have a schoolgirl crush on him,” Kevin laughs. Kyrie falls to a silence again as he feels the hot blood rush to his cheeks. That’s when Kevin realizes, “You DO have a schoolgirl crush on him!!” he almost screams out loud. Kyrie is quick to palm a hand over Kevin’s mouth. Good thing no one recognizes them since they were wearing hats and hoodies.

“Kevin!” he scolds through grinding teeth. Kevin apologizes as Kyrie settles back down in his seat. “First of all,” Kyrie starts, grabbing a cup and sipping juice from the straw, “He’s fucking married, Kev,” Kyrie blatantly states. “Yeah but-” Kevin tries to intervene only for Kyrie to interrupt, “Second of all, I’m not gay. Period. No questions asked.” Kevin simply shakes his head, “That’s what they all say,” Kevin snickers. “Come on, were you even trying?” Lebron says when they land.

Kyrie makes a face at him, and tries not to give away how hard he’s breathing. “You’ve got seven inches on me, man.”

Lebron bends down to retrieve the ball, and mutters under his breath, “I wish I had seven inches in you.”Stephen beams and gestures for Kyrie to bend down so he can whisper something in his ear. “You ready?” Stephen asks, breath hot against the side of Kyrie’s face.

“Yeah,” Kyrie whispers back. Stephen grabs his wrist, “I’m pretty sure Paul George is staring at your ass right now,” Stephen says, and Kyrie giggles like he just said something hilarious. Which, Kyrie supposes, he did. Is this whole situation even real? They had debated over who got to be in which position on the phone. Stephen argued that Kyrie should sit on him because he’s taller, but that’s honestly ridiculous, he’s only got one inch on Kyrie. Still, he let Stephen have it, because he is a nice guy.

This isn’t so bad though, Kyrie decides, as Stephen murmurs in his ear, “God, look at them, they’re fucking drooling.” Kyrie plays the part, biting his lip shyly and blushing like Stephen just said something particularly lewd. Then they start laying it on thick. Kyrie fully leans back into Stephen’s embrace, and makes sure his legs spread slightly wider as he moves. He puts one hand over where Stephen’s arms are braced around his waist, and turns to speak to the side of Stephen’s head viva la Mexico

Yes that magnificent bless bootiful booty spread like butter plus your kitty creamy too here kitty kitty kitty my long long tongue want you kitty

In today’s episode we discuss the most important topics such as what if Batman was black, Timmy Turner, the death of Ruthkanda and most importantly tax evasion Bow, look

Steppin' on, weapon drawn

Big clip, extra long, bow

You step to me, that mean you steppin' wrong

I come in the spot and I ride along

Uh, I take a Perc' and I get extra strong

Yeah, that's the motherfucking lesson for 'em

Look, sneaky, tiptoe

I come for drilling, I switch clothes

When I get bored, I go and switch hoes

You already know how this shit go

Uh, blue flag, buttoned-up, Crip clothes, uh

Find a spot, make it hot, get low

I had to grow and evolve

I had to know what's the job

Boy, you know you can't dodge

Bullets go way too far

Snowflake out the jar

It's gettin' me high, it's makin' me cough

Uh, I tried to go to the moon, but it took me to Mars

I'm never runnin' out of liquor

I'm in the club with a hundred thousand niggas

Stay in the front, somebody is coming out to get ya

They tried to ban me

I walk in the spot, make a stampede

I bite the Perky like a candy

I bust a nut and get a plan B

Uh, yeah

Invitation to the Grammys

Uh, all this clout come in handy

I'll go quicker

Hundreds of gallons of liquor, it's all on my liver

Yeah, I put the Perky in the mixture

She callin' my phone

I answered like, "Chill out, I'm comin' to get ya"

But I never go get her, I never go get her, grrr, bow

Apple vs Epic, Tencent, And other stuff I guess. Is anyone even reading this..... why? What’s the point go to hell. We all are gonna die. Why did I even record this all of my cohost are useless the one who does the least complains the most dear god. Literally talks the most shit when we aren’t recording but as soon as the mic turns on he’s quiet. I set up this entire fucking podcast on multiple platforms and what thanks do I get. Two complete fucking idiots. Not a single fucking thank you. Not a single idea presented I came up with the concept I designed the minimalist shitty logo. And what do I get? Whine whine whine complain complain complain. Jesus fucking Christ. Two fucking numb nutt idiots who critique all fucking day. Jesus Christ. I mean if you two spent literally 5% of the energy you use to complain and critique about every fucking thing and put it into creative output maybe the episode would’ve been fucking better. Maybe if we took two seconds to properly plan everything out maybe we wouldn’t have recorded 5 fucking times and ended up with one episode. At least we got someone who can edit. Then you throw a hissy fit because of your fuckup and then you get and delete your fucking audio you idiot. You complete fucking idiot. The only thing you have to do is fucking talk you don’t edit you don’t upload anything you haven’t offered to design or introduce anything besides saying you want shorter episodes. Oh what is it too tiring to fucking talk for 15 extra minutes. Are you tired from using your throat for nothing other than sucking dick and complaining. You literally only have to speak into a mic, press save and email it. And somehow you fuck that up. What more do you fucking want from me I literally learned how to set up everything with no input from you too. I set up and said yea imma get everything set up in terms of you know branding and publishing and I expect two people to be able to handle the recording and technical side but nooo nooo that’s too much for you two. Too fucking much for the twin towers of complaining and gay sexual tension. I pray to god everyday that you twin towers fall. Carry your own fucking weight. And every fucking episode somehow ends up with discussing rappers I don’t fucking care about rappers. I can’t even do fucking bits or be funny. Do we wanna be a fucking informational podcast. Should I change the name to rap cavier who fucking cares. Maybe if we talked about Kpop somebody would wanna take over the mic and talk all fucking day maybe that’s the answer. I can’t wait til you all are out of my fucking life Jesus. This is gonna be over after awhile and I can’t wait. To be rid of you. I should’ve never fucking met you fucking losers. Burn in hell. Bunch of weird grown ass men that can’t handle your fucking emotions holding grudges towards each other and talking shit behind each other’s backs like a bunch of 40 year old women. Just fucking annoying. You’re perfectly made for each other. I hope you both suffer with each other for eternity.

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