Mafia Blueprints

[Intro | spoken gravelly boss voice over pulsing dark synths | low menace building] Dirtbags... Blueprints. The sacred recipes of New Eden. Capsuleers chase BPOs and BPCs thinkin' they master industry. But the Dirtbag Mafia controls the piracy of designs. We steal, copy, research, and flood the market. They build our empire while playin' hero industrialists. Ha. Blueprint thieves in shining armor. [Verse 1 | dark techno rap flow | syncopated low cadence | nine to ten syllables per line] Blueprints whisper secrets in the markets dark Dirtbag Mafia owns the copies from the start Capsuleers hunt BPOs originals infinite gold We pirate every design keep the profits uncontrolled Research material efficiency cut the waste away Time efficiency sharpen build another day Invention labs hummin' twist to Tech Two schemes They think they innovate but live inside our dreams From exploration sites we seed the BPCs Capsuleers copy runnin' limited victories [Pre-Chorus | rising tension | building synth layers | half-time to accelerating flow] Evil jokes we cackle as they manufacture lies Industrial piracy under righteous skies Grave robbin' blueprints from the ancient dead Monuments of data cracked inside their head [Chorus | Haiku structure | anthemic stacked echoes | belted with reverb | five seven five syllables] Dirtbag blueprints rule Capsuleers build our machines Think they own the forge [Verse 2 | intensifying dark techno drive | double-time push | nine to ten syllables per line] BPCs flood contracts limited runs expire fast We control the originals profit ever last Planetary outputs feed the blueprint chains below Capsuleers haul components never truly know Cradle of War campaigns demand the navy builds We supply the stolen prints from hidden guilds Drug production boosters flow from pirate lines Huffin' gas and mining tied to our designs They hack the data sites monuments come down Evil chuckles echo as we wear the crown W H P D interferes with our perfect play Yet the capsuleers keep churnin' night and day [Bridge | slow atmospheric swell | breathy menacing delivery | tension peak] Behind the factions empires all aligned We run the blueprint piracy refined Grave robbin' jokes like stolen souls in code Monument heists leavin' knowledge overload They believe their glory craftin' empires grand We laugh... we profit... shadows command the hand [Outro | fading distorted beats | echoing ad-libs | resolving menace] Dirtbag Mafia reigns... blueprints under thumb... Capsuleers dance our tune... thinkin' they have won... Industrial crimes keep flowin'... profits never cease...