Hardcore Hiphop – Boom-bap beat with deep 808s, distant waves crashing, distorted synths like sinking metal, aggressive flow, multi-syllable schemes, dark energy. Bird calls layered in the background for that raw, wild Oh Yah Yah! energy. Opulent chimes and distant golden echoes on the beat for the luxury vibe.) [Intro – Spoken, underwater echo with faint bird calls] Yeah… Plato told the tale from Egyptian scrolls, But the sleeping prophet went deeper in the trance. They said it was a myth. But the ocean don’t lie. We rise from the depths… Atlantis never died. Oh Yah Yah! on the mic, submerged kings, time to Ascend! Oh Yah Yah! [Hook – Aggressive, chanted with bird call ad-libs] Atlantis! Lost city, still breathin’ beneath the tide Crystal towers, orichalcum halls, where the real gods reside Opulent empire, wealth unmatched—never seen before or again They sunk us deep, but we rise with the riptide Poseidon’s wrath, flood the fake world—Atlantis genocide! Atlantis! (What?) Atlantis! (Rise!) Drowned empire, but the fire never dies Atlantis! (What?) Atlantis! (Rise!) From the abyss we emerge—watch the surface capsize! Oh Yah Yah! (Caw-caw-yah-yah!) Oh Yah Yah! [Verse 1] Yo, Plato dropped the knowledge in Timaeus and Critias flow, Island bigger than Libya and Asia, straight from Solon’s scroll Concentric rings of water and land, harbors massive as hell, canals run deep Rich black soil yieldin’ mad bounty, engineers craftin’ wonders that never sleep They dug every metal—gold, silver, that rare orichalcum gleam More precious than anything ‘cept gold, mines flashin’ like a dream Elephants roamin’ the plains, timber forests thick for the build Imported luxuries floodin’ in, city furnished with every thrill Royal palace fit for gods, temple roof ivory inlaid with gold Walls, pillars, floors coated in orichalcum, shine never cold Statues of Poseidon drivin’ six-winged steeds touchin’ the ridge Hundred Nereids on dolphins, golden princes ‘round the bridge Wealth so vast no king before or since could match the treasure hoard Everything needed in city and country, empire’s power soared But greed crept in, moral decay, turned paradise to straight sin Poseidon shook the earth, one grievous day and night—the end begin Oh Yah Yah! [Hook – with bird calls] [Verse 2 – Faster, more intense] Black water pressure, thousands of meters, crushin’ subs like weak cans Atlantean souls reincarnate now—many walk among modern man Cayce said we comin’ back to America, usher in the new age light But test of wisdom returnin’, same greed, same misuse of might Neon kelp glow in the dark, bioluminescent ancient streets Mermaids with razor knowledge—cut through lies, expose the cheats Free energy from the quantum, zero-point fields hummin’ strong Eternal youth in healin’ chambers, luxury where they belong They feared the power, biblical cover-up, Plato’s warning in code Hollywood Disney-fies the myth, but Cayce laid the real road I’m the descendant, bloodline coded, scales of truth under skin Spit bars like hydrothermal vents—scorch lies from within Tectonic plates shift when I rhyme, earthquakes in they boardrooms Expose the scam, new world order drowns in they own doom Kraken chains break, leviathans rise from ten-thousand-year sleep Atlantis armada surface-bound, watch the fake empires sink deep No lifeboats for the corrupt kings, no deals with the deceit priests We reclaim the throne, flood the globe with truth—Atlantis unleashed! Oh Yah Yah! (Squawk-yah-yah!) [Bridge – Slower, heavier, building intensity with echoing bird calls, crystal hums, and opulent golden chimes] Yeah, listen close—the sleeping prophet in the trance state spoke Edgar Cayce droppin’ Akashic records, no joke Three major breaks, not one night like Plato wrote Fifty-thousand BC, first explosion from the firestone Misused the Tuaoi crystal, giant laser power plants Harnessed sun and cosmic rays for luxury across the lands Magnificent country of wealth and peace, flyin’ machines in the air Underwater vessels, space-bound ships, bodies rejuvenated rare Livin’ hundreds of years in opulence, healin’ light pure and bright But Sons of Belial flipped the stance, turned it to death rays in the fight Second breakup ‘round twenty-eight thousand, continent split to islands clean Poseidia, Aryan, Og remainin’ as the final three Last cataclysm ten-thousand BC, overcharged crystal caused the scream Massive rift in the crust, volcanic fury, polar shifts unleashed Greed and lust disintegrated the culture—wealth became the curse Many escaped to Egypt, Yucatan, Europe and the Americas’ shore Reincarnatin’ now, bringin’ both the wisdom and the ancient war Cayce warned—we face the same test in this modern age Will we balance the power or let opulence fuel destructive rage? Oh Yah Yah! (Caw-caw-yah-yah!) The prophet never lied in his sleep! [Hook – Final, layered with ad-libs and bird calls] Atlantis! (Rise up!) Lost city, still breathin’ beneath the tide Crystal towers, oricha
