Oooh, oooh, oooh….. We pass like phantoms Right through their neon maze They won’t a know we’re comin’ 'Til we set their stage ablaze N get them trapped in Liquid spooky flows Because that's the only way Lonely ghosts can slowly go, oh... Ghost mode, ghost mode They don’t show us We toast in their shadows, oh... Ghost mode, ghost mode Ya won’t know us They offed us in their gallows, oh... Ghost mode, ghost mode Whoo, whoo, whoo... My bro, we own Stories that ought to be told N hey, ya operators? We're hotties even when we’re cold We hit ‘em harddddd It’s our lyric bombs Ya try to search for us perps? Yet we quit n split n gone, awww Like a machine gun sprays Now I hear their many words They beggin’ me, stay Yet I disappear Again n quick Into nothing more than mist Vanish as if I was never here And as an "extremist" Slice through the night I’d paint their halls to black Make 'em shake with fright If this ghost can find that kind of contact We legendary N damn straight We’ll stay scary! Whoo, whoo, who...? Invisible but unforgettable Ghost mode forever Invisible yet indivisible Ghost mode together MASTA signed and sealed, bruv LKN-approved, luvs Remember they names Original lyrics & track by MASTA Studios Revised lyrics, remix & new arrangement by LKN Mixed & mastered by Heymow Produced by LKN Copyright September 2025 All rights reserved by the authors alone

Words can pass as if water through hands Tongue, it twists like the wind in foreign lands Chasing tornadoes, tossed in our storm Every sound is feeling broken Every phrase, deformed Scream it loud though no one hears Waiting heart without reply Verses burn, they cloud, they clear Shattered regret hangs in my sky Letters gather like leaves on my floor Gestures pack yet they never reach your door Words are birds on endless flights My noise, your silence, it bites Scream it loud though no one hears Waiting heart without reply Verses burn, they cloud, they clear Shattered regret hangs in my sky Whoa, oh, oh... Pencils may scrape the edge of truth Tone-deaf minds won't own their shame Words are smoke, when made by flames While wildfires devour any proof Scream it loud though no one hears Waiting heart without reply Verses burn, they cloud, they clear Shattered regret hangs in my sky Words they pass as if water through hands Tongue, it's twisting like wind in foreign lands Chasing tornadoes, lost in our storm Every sound stays broken Every phrase, deformed Words... Original lyrics & arrangement by LKN Mixed & mastered by Heymow Produced by LKN Copyright March 2025

Oh-oh-oh-oh Same, same, same Oh-oh-oh-oh Same, same, same One dude in a closet Fifty cities hear his laugh Pre-recorded weather report For a place he'll never pass "Shout out to my local crew!" Though there's no one in that room Only a blinking tiny timer And a list that hits at noon This track is guaranteed non-human (non-human) Auto-signed by the boardroom saints They claim they're saving "real" musicians While they copy-paste your favorite face Raise a glass to their unpaid intern Let's salute the final person's run This track is guaranteed non-human As the pink slips come for everyone (Uh-huh) "Keep it real, pretend it's lie-ive" Reads the memo from on high As they centralize your morning show While your hometown voices die They place halos on their logos And a lock on every door Hang "Humans Come First" on their gates Then lay off a hundred more This track is guaranteed non-human Stamped as "slop" by their purity squad They're so busy rigging playlists They don't count who's lost their jobs Toast the last local show host As a ghost behind an on-air button This track is guaranteed non-human 'Cause diversity feels bludgeoned Same, same, same Oh-oh-oh-oh Same, same, the same Tell me who's more artificial Me, a line of "stolen" code? Or the smile that hits at seven From a thousand miles down the road? Is it evil when it's software Yet virtue when it's Suits? Call it "Putting People First" While you shrink the human crew? This track is guaranteed non-human (non-human) Signed, sealed, robot approved You can ban me from your platform But I'll thrive where sliders groove Sing along to their canned compassion For their pre-packaged "We feel your pain!" Their acts are guaranteed non-human And their AI scripts read just the same Oh-oh-oh-oh Same, same, same Oh-oh-oh-oh Same, same, the same Original lyrics & arrangement by LKN Mixed & mastered by Heymow Produced by LKN Copyright April 2026

Go Five jurors on her trial, can’t agree on her verdict They claim she’s heartless, she thinks they’re blind Barbs fly like darts but not sharp enough to stick The truth’s on the way but it’s lagging behind Everybody swinging mighty dicks The size of tiny drumsticks Nobody’s right, everybody’s wrong Five different voices typing bad diss songs All gone outta tune in this music throng Nobody's right so everybody’s wrong Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Nobody's right, everybody's wrong Juror five he votes for death; another, freed Three hopes it’s over, two keeps it hot Main one is staying tangled in her own little leash All tied together in this insipid plot Every brain proclaiming who done it N shining lights as bright as matchsticks Nobody’s right, everybody’s wrong Five different voices typing bad diss songs All gone outta tune in this music throng Nobody's right so everybody wrong Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh…. (Dumb tricks, dumb tricks) Nobody's right, everybody's wrong Why don’t these jurors Just stop judging N instead DO THE WORK N learn If they wanna get ahead? Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Dumb (dum) dumb (dum) dumb tricks When nobody has rights, everybody’s wronged (everybody's wronged) When nobody has rights, everybody’s wronged Wronged (wronged) wronged (wronged) On and on, on and on, on Dum Dum Dum On, and on, on Original lyrics & arrangement by LKN Mixed & mastered by Heymow Produced by LKN Copyright October 2025

No, no, no, no, No, no, no, no... I'm not a guy ya might ever notice So I know? I'm gonna go n blow this N I'm gettin' so sick, sick, sick... Sick of it Being known as this lowly dip shit With only pain in my bag of tricks Ooh, heck, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm gettin' sick, sick, sick -- of it! 'Cause I’m crowded Down at the bottom Not allowed in Down n Just wantin’— somethin’? Crowded at the bottom Mmmm... N you're the type who's most likely to succeed With how many dudes like me Vying to give you Oh, maybe everything ya don't need? Though I really pray our situationship Awww, it will still all get fixed? 'Cause I’m crowded Down at the bottom Not allowed in I'm just wantin' — somethin’? Crowded at the bottom Oh… Mmm... Hey, they say Even a broken clock Winds up right Twice a day They claim, claim, claim A ton of things Though I still love The hope that brings Like any Chinese fortune cookie Treating me to these sweet blessings While I only go n mess things up Yet again And as much as I try to get hip to it Fight to place a positive spin on it Chin up, just grin n face it? I’m crowded Down at the bottom Not allowed in Down at the bottom Not proud, just wantin' — somethin’? Crowded at the bottom C'mon in! The water's not fine It's ICE COLD!! No, no, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah No, no, no no, no Yes, yes, yes, yes I guess Guitar upload composed & performed by The Hulkster Original lyrics, arrangement& track by LKN Produced by LKN Copyright August 2025

Ah, my star "The One," I know It's been a while Without your sunny smile Yet its echo glows at home I'm growing weary of wasting Wasting all my youth I love ya, but what are we to do? You need to chase your dreams But give me the truth Ah, my star You are far from home 'Cause since ya left for Rome? I've never been quite this alone And your memory leaves me weak I'm growing weary of wasting Wasting all my youth On waiting... For you Ya need to chase your dreams Yet give me the truth Ah, my star You are far from home 'Cause since ya went to roam? I've never been quite this alone And these memories leave me weak I'm growing weary Weary of wasting my youth I love ya, but what are we to do? Ya need to chase your dreams But give me the truth, truth, ooh ooh ooh Just give me the truth, I need truth, ooh Shine, shine... My star Shine The truth Arrangement by LKN copyright 2024 Original lyrics by LKN copyright 2025 Mixed & mastered by Heymow Produced by LKN

Ooh, ooh, ooh… This greenish guy? He looks like Matcha I’m skirting his water line As caution’s lame and today he’s mine He tempts my mouth, as if — I gotcha! Like a fire under a kettle, I churn Best mind my flames, and don’t let ‘em burn Ooh, I’ll soon take a deep drink of ya, bay-bay Then sip ya slow and not let ya go to waste, aye? And who was happy, in our former scene? They thought we’d languish in their place Yet we knew to move on, I applaud our taste That’s why tonight, you’re my king Like a fire under your kettle, I churn Best mind my flames, and don’t let ‘em burn Ooh, I’ll soon take a deep drink of ya, bay-bay Then sip ya slow and won’t let ya go to waste No regrets and no glancing back Touch me once, I’ll blow your mind Let's enjoy our ride on fortune’s track I’ll drink ya dry and I think ya will sigh You’ll “Sink with Me,” we’ll dissolve the “Stone” In your water, I’ve found my “Home” For every pore, a soft caress You’re my fate, so say to me, yes! Until we glow, incandescent From my heat, ya get my essence Yeah Original lyrics & arrangement copyright April 2025 by LKN Mixed & mastered by Heymow Produced by LKN This was inspired by and is a response song to MatchaChocolate's tribute track "LucKy Strike." The titles found in quotes in its last verse are references to songs I'd previously done, which he'd liked.

Oh, I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee I’m goin' to Louisiana My true love for to see It rained at night the day I left Then the weather, it is dry The sun is hot yet I freeze to death Susanna, don't ya cry Oh! Susanna Oh, don’t ya cry for me I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee I jump aboard and telegraph I will travel on the streams The electric fluid magnifies And kills five a hundred clean The engine busts, off runs my horse I'm believing I will die I close my eyes and hold my course Susanna, don't ya cry Oh! Susanna Oh, don’t ya cry for me I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee I have a dream In the middle of night When everything is still I think I see Susanna She's runnin’ down a hill A cake of buck-wheat It fills her mouth Her tears are steam They crowd her eyes I say, "I'm comin’ from the south My Susanna, don't ya cry" Oh! Susanna Oh, don’t ya cry for me I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee I soon will be in New Orleans Then I'm lookin’ around And when I see Susanna? I'll fall down to the ground And if I don’t go 'n' find her? This traveler, she will die And when I'm good 'n' dead and buried? Susanna, don't ya cry Oh! Susanna Don’t ya cry for me I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee My banjo on my knee Banjo on my knee Original lyrics by Stephen Foster Revised/additional lyrics, new melody & new arrangement by LKN Mixed & mastered by Heymow Produced by LKN Copyright March 2025