[Music] NoCap – Matrix [+ Lyrics]

NoCap closes out his 2026 project with Matrix, the 18th and final track on Heaven on Mars. This concluding piece marks the culmination of a carefully crafted sequence, rounding off the album’s narrative arc with precision.

As an American artist, NoCap presents Matrix within a broader context of his evolving sound, offering listeners a final statement that encapsulates the themes and style found throughout the full 18-track journey. The track’s placement as the closer draws attention to its role in providing resolution or a lasting impression.

Released in 2026, Heaven on Mars showcases NoCap’s consistent output, with Matrix serving as a fitting endnote. The project’s structure highlights careful pacing, where each track contributes to the whole, culminating in this final piece that leaves the listener with a distinct sense of closure.

NoCap Matrix Lyrics:
To the sound of the sun and the stars

All this green money, it look like The Matrix
20 different women going different way
I ain't never running out of Ben Franklins
You can't name a bitch that's out of my range
Throw back a G for the faces
High clarity in my bracelets
It took a minute, we made it
It took a minute, we made it

Diamonds on you, I leave stains on these niggas
They caught the flu, I went plain on these niggas
Stacking that money, scrape paint off the ceiling
Cash for the whip, no restraints with thе dealer
To rest with thе members, I roll for the guys
Pull up presidential with Rollies inside
Over y'all level of substitute crime
I never thought I'd found peace in the lyin'

Every time I pour it, shit look like Pepsi
Suicide doors, whip so selfish
If he diss, we take his Richard and his necklace
Got a bad bitch in Boston, screamin', "Help me"
I got demons in my closet in Giuseppe
Pull up old school, I feel like I'm Elvis
But I draw my tool, a nigga tried to press me
Fully glitch and get to kickin' like Tekken, yeah

Fans up in the crowd, I still brought my vest in here
Don't be playin' foul, shooter got a TEC in here
Ain't got no diamonds on, I ain't gotta flex in here
Would tell 'bout how she smile, she'll get undressed in here
Fans up in the crowd, I still brought my vest in here
Don't be playin' foul, shooter got a TEC in here
Ain't got no diamonds on, I ain't gotta flex in here
Would tell 'bout how she smile, she'll get undressed in-

Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions

Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions
Problems and millions

All this green money, it look like The Matrix
20 different women going different way
I ain't never running out of Ben Franklins
You can't name a bitch that's out of my range
Throw back a G for the faces
High clarity in my bracelets
It took a minute, we made it
It took a minute, we made it