[Intro] (Chords: Bm - G) [Eerie music box plays, suddenly interrupted by a heavy dub siren and airhorn] [Spoken Word, Raspy Tape-Recorder Voice] "Greetings soundboy. You don’t know me, but I know you. You spend your life spitting fire, but today... you will consume it. Liv or die, make your choice.." [Bass drop, heavy rolling liquid bassline enters] [Verse 1, Fast syncopated flow] Wake up inna dark room, chain round mi ankle Strap to a chair made of pure indica stalk Vision getting blurry, see a puppet on a tricycle Wooden jaw moving, but it’s smoke when him talk Him say "Welcome to the RAW game, look at the clock" A giant glass gravity bong ready to drop The ceiling lowering down, a hundred percent THC It took my breath and my autonomy, mi can't even see! Trap locked tight, the resin sticky like glue If mi don't smoke the whole chamber mi a go pass through [Flow Note: Sudden triplet speed-up] Inhaling the terror, the chalice a bubble, mi lungs dem a burst Paranoia a strike, this a the cannabis curse! Couch-lock set in, now the chair starting to eat me A loud, RAW, catastrophe, Buddsraw try defeat me! [Chorus, Catchy/Rhythmic, Heavy bass bounce] Step inna the room and the trap set RAW! Green smoke rising, horror that you never saw! [Wheel up!] Wheel it and come again, the bassline a roll The weed-trimmer blade trying to take out mi soul! Surviving the highs, fighting the lows How the story ends, nobody knows! [Verse 2, Driving anaphora flow, high intensity] Next room, next test, man a step on the glass Forced to eat an edible the size of her ass Five thousand milligrams, it hit me too fast Time moving backwards, the clock doesn't tick [Flow Note: Sharp pivot, changing cadences] I’m fighting for my life, fighting the gravity The puppet laughing at my mental depravity My eyes bloodshot, dry mouth like a desert sand Had to chew through a rope made of pure hemp strand! The smoke is loud, but nobody hears a loud cry Staring at the ceiling asking Buddsraw why He wanted blood, but him get a man stoned instead Locked in a dispensary of pure cosmic dread! [Outro, Ad-libs and fading bass] [Flow Note: Slow down, coughing, half-time rhythm] Mi survive the trap... mi break the chain... But mi can't stand up... the couch-lock too strong... [Airhorn blares weakly] Game over, star... pass the lighter... [Heavy liquid bassline fades out into dynamic dub echo] [Coughing]
