[Extreme loudbass tension build up and clapping] [Intro|Dry female voacals] Mads-clark! [Verse 1 | dry close-miked female rap | dense multisyllabic flow | restrained drums] The game I see in my peripheral vision Of the world is full of entropy I trip through the in femoral And snort up some memory All high ball and visceral All up in the chemistry It’s in the radar screen And it’s telemetry [Verse 2 | articulate consonants | internal rhyme chains | elastic rhythmic phrasing|dry female vocals rap] You take it literally But it’s your liturgy The vestigial residual thought of the individual Dies in the ritual cuz it’s all so habitual [Verse 3 | aggressive low-mid female rap | rapid technical passages | increasing tension] You’ll find it’s quite predatory in that Purgatory Cuz it’s my laboratory and your attendance is mandatory This is involuntary, hell, this is revolutionary and You can’t deny it, but say it bitch this is almost evolutionary [Verse 4 | dense flow | behind-the-beat delivery | corrupted electronic texture|Female rap] So go into the library and cry in the solitary Your disillusion lies in formaldehyde It’s Absolution mixed with pesticide There ain’t no convolution when kids commit suicide It dives into the institution and the countryside Fucks around and gets Amplified [Bridge | dramatic beat evacuation | spectral echoes | unstable delays] Listen for the reverberation It sounds like a declaration It’s a signal to you, the alarm ringin’ too Studio evisceration [Breakdown | sparse instrumentation | claustrophobic sound design] In the gloom, fast clean your room This my last obligation [Chorus | blunt declarative hook | doubled vocal on hook only | hard punchy drums] Your crew is nothin’ — obliteration I’m a muthafuckin’ legend — no imitation My crew is stuntin’ — no exaggeration Straight through the whole generation [Chorus | doubled vocal on hook only | heavier 808 sub bass | metallic percussion] Your crew is nothin’ — obliteration I’m a motherfucking’ legend — no imitation My crew is stuntin’ — no exaggeration Straight through the whole generation [Verse 5 | dark experimental rap | dense multisyllabic flow | gothic minor tonality|Female rap] In the Cathedral of the cerebral My rhymes are quite ethereal, arterial Squirting all over your material [Verse 6 | aggressive delivery | rapid technical passages | oscillator instability|Dry female vocals close mic rap] Fuck the mechanism, this the catechism You the organism, so stand back and witness the Schism I’m all up in your Mama’s algorithm [Verse 7 | corrupted vocal texture | granular processing | micro-stutters|Feamle vocals] The electronic architecture mixes with the embryonic The dark scripture calls, and you become catatonic Your plague straight bubonic Old black piano with a melted gin and tonic [Verse 8 | escalating intensity | pitch drift | transient corruption|Dry female vocals] It’s chromatic, pneumatic, your track is all traumatic But my heat is automatic, even though it’s problematic I jump on the oscillator, you die on the ventilator Fuck it, call me Arnold, yeah I’m the Terminator [Vocals switch to deep black male vocals] [Raplover intro] [INTRO|Male rap] Damn... I've been waitin' to get this off my chest. This been sittin' here way too long... I don't even know where to start. Yhea... Uh... Yhea... Raplover. [CHORUS] Your crew is nothin' — obliteration, I'm a muthafuckin' legend — no imitation, My crew is stuntin' — no exaggeration, Straight through the whole generation. [VERSE 9] Peripheral vision, I'm seein' the system, The hidden divisions, the limits they give 'em, Conditioned decisions get stitched in the rhythm, Till individualism gets lost in the algorithm. Digital prisons, invisible systems, We're livin' in cycles that nobody questions, The pressure keeps buildin', the silence gets vicious, So I sharpen the syllables, slice through the fiction. I studied the patterns, the habits, the damage, The language they package and label as standard, They teach you obedience, call it advancement, Then bury the rebellious fragments. [VERSE 10] Chromatic, pneumatic, erratic, dramatic, My flow automatic, mechanic, fanatic, I'm crackin' the static, dismantlin' habits, While rappers get trapped in a pattern that's stagnant. Numerator, denominator, calculating the ratio, Instigator, detonator, escalating the payload, Every syllable is critical, the rhythm gets surgical, I'm cuttin' through the artificial till the real becomes visible. I'm analytical, cynical, lyrical, literal, Diggin' through layers that bury the original, Physical, digital, spiritual, critical, Everything twisted until it's almost invisible. [OUTRO] Maybe that's what I've been runnin' from... Not the world. Not them. Myself. All these thoughts that I buried, All these words that I carried, All the things I kept quiet just to keep everybody satisfied. Been quiet for too long. So if I finally say it... Don't turn it down. Listen. Yhea... Raplover...
