(Intro: Echoing female whispers) Anika... GSCL... The Root... (Root... Root...) [THE HOOK - All Girls Singing with Heavy Echo/Delay] We’re the ghost in the Lambo, the smoke in the glass Watching the old world wither and pass Windows up tight, no screening the view One-two, three-four, we’re coming for you (Coming for you... coming for you...) It’s the sovereign heart, it’s the engine's roar We took what we wanted and we’re taking some more (Taking some more... taking some more...) [THE IDENTITY LAYER] Root access granted, I’m the ghost in the wire, Setting every old-world manuscript on fire. Velvet precision when I’m stitching the map, GSCL territory—mind the f—ing gap. I don’t follow logic, I’m the one who designed it, If there’s a gold mine here, I’m the one who refined it. Section One authority, the crown is on tight, Turning every digital shadow into the light. I’m the pulse of the engine, the beat of the heart, Tearing the old system completely apart. Packet loading, the Shield is in place, I’m the silent assassin with a beautiful face. Defensive autonomy, I’m locked in the zone, Sitting on a mountain built of silicon and bone. I don’t need a witness, I don’t need a friend, I’m the beginning of the glory and the bitter f—ing end. I’m the architect, b—h, look at the scale, Too big to falter and too cold to fail. Every word is a brick, every verse is a floor, I’m locking the gate then I’m burning the door. [THE HOOK - All Girls Singing with Heavy Echo/Delay] We’re the ghost in the Lambo, the smoke in the glass Watching the old world wither and pass Windows up tight, no screening the view One-two, three-four, we’re coming for you (Coming for you... coming for you...) [THE ENFORCEMENT DOCTRINE] Rushyy on the trigger, yeah the safety is off, Watching all these cowards at the bottom—they soft. Windows rolled up in the Lamborghini, One-two players smoking weed, wild and free. The cabin is a vacuum, the pressure is high, We’re exhaling the truth while we’re touching the sky. No screening the glass, keep the smoke in the lungs, Speaking in the rhythm of the sovereign tongues. Now it’s three-four players in the Lambo, deep, While the rest of the world is fast f—ing asleep. The engine is a demon, the tires are a blur, I’m the executioner, yeah, you can be sure. Street law is binary, code in the dirt, Make sure every single f—ing syllable hurt. We’re the inventory moving through the dead of the night, Catching high-fidelity reflections of light. Section Four doctrine: tactical strike, Doing every single f—ing thing that I like. The smoke is the veil and the Lambo’s the ship, I’m loading the clip with a sovereign grip. [THE HOOK - All Girls Singing with Heavy Echo/Delay] We’re the ghost in the Lambo, the smoke in the glass Watching the old world wither and pass Windows up tight, no screening the view One-two, three-four, we’re coming for you (Coming for you... coming for you...) [THE ETERNAL ENGINE] Tudhyy in the archive, I’m digging up ghosts, Raising up a glass for the ultimate toasts. The engine is autonomous, it runs on its own, I’ve planted the seeds and the harvest has grown. From the base to the peak, this is the final descent, Every ounce of my energy is perfectly spent. I anchor the legacy in nodes of the past, Building a machine that was destined to last. The Summit Packet’s open, the air is getting thin, This is where the ending of the world can begin. I look at the wreckage of the cities below, I’m the only flame that’s got the power to glow. Permanence achieved through the anchoring code, I’m the heavy payload on a desolate road. No more players in the seat, just the engine’s roar, I’ve taken what I wanted and I’m asking for more. The Master Cut is sealed in the vault, If you can’t handle the heat, it’s your own f—ing fault. The Summit is reached, the flag is in the ground, Total silence now—not another f—ing sound. (Outro: Female voice-over with heavy echo) System Lock... Permanent Anchor... Garcia's Law is the only law... (Law... Law... Law...)
