[Intro] (Cold, mechanical Eskibeat synths pluck in) (Distorted sub-bass pulses—low and heavy) (Sound of a keyboard typing, then a loud 'Error' buzz) Yo. Yeah. 140 on the clock. Watch the hive mind collective start to glitch. Check it. [Verse 1] [Aggressive Grime Flow] I’m a menace to the sentence of a sensitive apprentice In a session full of stepping on the eggshells of the helpless See the tension? It’s a weapon. Check the mention, pay attention If you question the direction, then they’re sketching your suspension. You’re all offended by a vowel, throwing towels in the ring While I’m scowling at the foul little prowling that you bring. It’s a culture full of vultures with a sculpture made of lies I’m the bolt that’s gonna jolt ‘em, see the sulfur in their eyes. You want a safe space? I’ll give you space to stay safe From the ghost of a post that you made in eighth grade. Now you’re virtue-signaling, hurt you’re lingering On a word, then you’re fingering the trigger, start triggering The mob and the trolls and the hollow little souls Who follow protocols and swallow all the charcoal coals. It’s pathetic. It’s synthetic. It’s a fever, I’m the medic. You’re anaesthetic, cybernetic, and your creed is un-poetic. [Chorus] [High-Energy Anthemic Gang Vocals] (Whoa-oh-oh!) Cancel the truth till there’s nothing but silence! (Hey! Hey!) Feeding the fire with a digital violence! (Whoa-oh-oh!) Woke up today just to sleep on the facts! (Hey! Hey!) Once the mob starts, there’s no turning back! [Verse 2] [Super Fast Rapid-fire Double-time Flow] [Aggressive Delivery] Listen-to-the-rhythm-of-a-cynic-with-a-lyric-I’m-a-clinical-original-I-kill-it-every-syllable-is-pinnacle I-never-was-a-typical-political-hypocritical-individual-I’m-keeping-it-as-visceral-as-physically-is-permissible! You’re-mad-at-a-pronoun? Put-the-phone-down! It’s-a-showdown-in-a-ghost-town-get-the-lowdown-on-the-slow-down! I’m-a-beast-on-the-loose-with-a-noose-for-the-truth-and-I’m-proof-of-the-ruthless-abusive-reproach! You-approach-with-a-slur-but-you’re-sure-you’re-the-cure-but-you’re-purely-a-parasite-living-like-roach! Sticks-and-stones-might-break-the-bones-but-words-are-callous-on-the-soul? You’re-acting-like-a-toddler-who-was-never-given-self-control! Delete-the-tweet, repeat-the-beat, the-sheep-are-deep-inside-the-street The-bitter-sweet-deceit-is-weak, I’m-ripping-out-the-receipt-sheet! I’m-the-glitch-in-the-matrix, the-stitch-in-your-hatred The-one-who-won't-bow-to-the-sacred-and-faked-it! [Verse 3] [Punchy Staccato Delivery] So go and file the profile, I’ll smile for a while While you pile up the vile little files in a trial. You’re a proxy, a toxic little box in the doxy I’m unorthodox, foxy, knocking blocks off the moxie. It’s the era of terror, where an error in mirror Makes the area scarier, the hysteria clearer. You’re all clones, on your phones, in your drones, picking bones Till the undertones of the overtones are monotone zones! I’m the outlier, the mouth-fire, the south-side supplier Of the truth that you loathe ’cause I’m routing the liar. You want me blacklisted? Back-twisted? Fact-shifted? I’m impact-gifted, the rap-scripted act-lifted. You’re a snowflake in an avalanche, a plastic branch Trying to quench the stench of a drastic launch. The algorithm is a prison for your vision, it’s a schism But my lyricism is the prism for the criticism—listen! You can’t mute the acute repute of the brute Who’s uprooting the fruit of your corrupt little suit. Checkmate. I’m the heavyweight at the levy-gate Watch the entire empire degenerate and detonate! [Bridge] (Beat strips back to just the jagged Eskibeat pluck) (Low, menacing whisper) Are you triggered yet? Is the algorithm shivering? The glass house is shattering... And I’m the one holding the brick. [Chorus] [High-Energy Anthemic Gang Vocals] (Whoa-oh-oh!) Cancel the truth till there’s nothing but silence! (Hey! Hey!) Feeding the fire with a digital violence! (Whoa-oh-oh!) Woke up today just to sleep on the facts! (Hey! Hey!) Once the mob starts, there’s no turning back! [Outro] (Heavy distorted bass swells to a climax) Yeah. UK to the world. Keep your labels. Keep your hashtags. I’ll keep the truth. (Cold synth fade out) (Final Bass Drop) [End]
