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Four Centuries
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Four Centuries was released on January 9, 2026 by Controlled Creation/Wandering Spirit as a part of the album Four Centuries - Single
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Release DateJanuary 9, 2026
LabelControlled Creation/Wandering Spirit
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Bolinski
Peter Bolinski
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Freund
Jack Freund
Songwriter
Peter Bolinski
Peter Bolinski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Freund
Jack Freund
Producer

Lyrics

I got reason for believing I might never see a ceiling and that scene don't seem appealing
So I kick it in my own realm, born a European and I flew over the CN
And I was looking for the reason why I landed on this globe here
No fear, never found it fair to my higher heir
Only opp my lower I, only opt was off his head
Lonely at the top, crack a wine bottle, break a bread
They see you walk on waves and now they wanna go and thorne your head
Jesus Christ, this guy's good on these devices
Get a verse for cheap before I go and steep the prices
More genius pouring in with every seated recording
I'm scoring off the bench, the buyer never saw the bag
I went and sold it off the stench
And everybody got a plan until we throw a monkey wrench in it
But I'm not here for no monkey business
You might see me smile all the while I'm dead serious
I heard your shit but I didn't feel it
I couldn't pay the song, no mind to lend my ear to it
And we're not buying all the Ray Mysteriousness
Their real face is a mask, so I'm weary of them
I'm flat broke, sans ethereum
Flowing on ethereal
And life's getting sweeter by the minute
Like I'm mixing up the Nielsen in the cereal
That's milk if you didn't know
City views, 40 floors up, 36 more
You can call me the Doc, I'm on my grand fam
Too busy focused on the playing field
To hear a heckler in the grandstand
Drawing inspiration from creation
So he threw me in his painting and he etched me in his grand plan
I'm about to cap my fourth century
I slid into this vision with no signs of forced entry
Some people were omitted cause the spaces they would visit
I came with stars that didn't glisten
And I need my path litted by God
I saw a fireball that landed in the ocean
It had remnants of the cinnabar that landed in a potion
If it's hate, I can't get involved
I've been evolved, I won't want for what's already ours
It's controlled, controlled
Written by: Jack Freund, Peter Bolinski
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