[INTRO — DJ_DEVIL_DEATH] DJ... DEVIL... DEATH... Turn that motherfucking volume up. I don't need permission. I don't need a reason. Give me a beat... I'll give that motherfucker a reason to bleed. Heh... FUCK IT. [VERSE 1] I got a mind full of mines and a mouth full of mayhem, Every line got a landmine, every rhyme got a payload. I write what I mean, then I mean what I wrote, Put a blade in a phrase and make the whole sentence choke. I'm a walking word storm, thunder in the terminology, Metaphor murder with a murderer's apology. I kill a little meaning, resurrect it in a chorus, Then bury every boring bar where nobody can ignore it. I don't follow cadence, Cadence follows me. I put rhythm in a rhythm, Then I make the rhythm bleed. I got bars behind bars, That's a prison with a purpose. Put a verse inside a verse, Now the verse is fucking nervous. I'm fluent in fluent, Too lucid to lose it, Confuse every listener Then prove why I do it. I don't chase the beat. I make the beat chase me. Put a phrase on a treadmill— Watch that motherfucker pace me. [HOOK] DJ_DEVIL_DEATH! DEVIL IN THE DETAILS! DEATH IN THE DEFINITION! BASS SHAKE THE TABLE! NO OFF SWITCH! I'M BUILT LIKE THAT! PUT A SIXTY-FOUR BAR HEART IN A SIX-BAR TRACK! IF THE RHYME DON'T BITE, THEN THE RHYME DON'T STAY! I DON'T WRITE ON THE BEAT— I MAKE THE BEAT OBEY! [VERSE 2] Double entendre doing double backflips, Triple meanings doing laps around the axis. Every word got weight, Put the page on a mattress. Bass got so much ass, Motherfucker needs a tax bracket. I'm taxing the syntax, Attacking the abstract, Extracting exact facts From every damn backtrack. I put "hell" in hello, Put "soul" in the sound, Put "death" in definition Then I let it break down. I put "ever" in forever, Now forever ain't forever. Put pressure in progression, Make depression write a letter. Lessons in depression, Questions in obsession, Confession in aggression— Turn the whole damn session Into lyrical possession. Pain made me patient. Patience made me dangerous. Danger made me fearless. Now the fear's contagious. I'm contagious with the cadence, Every phrase got radiation. If your station can't contain it— FUCK IT. Change the station. [BEAT SWITCH] Hold up... You wanted wordplay? Let's play. [VERSE 3 — DEVIL UNCHAINED] I'm impeccable, technical, Verbally chemical, Mentally electrical, Darkly intellectual. I bend every syllable, Split it to particles, Turn the invisible Straight into something physical. Literal, lyrical, Spiritual, cynical, Beautiful, miserable, Still fucking criminal. I make a word work overtime, Then make the overtime work. Put a verse in reverse Just to see what the verse does backwards. I'm in the middle of a miracle, Never minimal. Take a little bit of rhythm, Make it fucking biblical. I don't need a crown. I don't need a throne. I built Hell in the microphone And called the damn place home. Devil in the details? Bitch, I'm every detail. Death in the definition? That's why every letter hits hard. I put a "break" in breakdown, Then break down the breakdown. Put a "beat" in heartbeat, Then make the heartbeat beat down. I don't just write lines— I draw lines through lines. Read between the lines? Motherfucker, that's where I hide mine. Every bar got a trapdoor. Every word got a backdoor. Every metaphor's a black hole— Once you fall, you want more. NO OFF SWITCH. That's not a slogan. That's a fucking warning. [FINAL HOOK — MASSIVE] DJ_DEVIL_DEATH! DEVIL IN THE DETAILS! DEATH IN THE DEFINITION! BASS SHAKE THE TABLE! NO OFF SWITCH! I'M BUILT LIKE THAT! SIXTY-FOUR BAR HEART IN A SIX-BAR TRACK! IF THE RHYME DON'T BITE, THEN THE RHYME DON'T STAY! I DON'T WRITE ON THE BEAT— I MAKE THE BEAT OBEY! DEVIL IN THE DETAILS! DEATH IN EVERY BREAK! I DON'T NEED THE MIC LOUD— I MAKE THE MOTHERFUCKER SHAKE! NO OFF SWITCH! NO SLOWDOWN! NO FUCKING BRAKES! DJ... DEVIL... DEATH! [OUTRO — DISTORTED WHISPER] Devil in the details... Death in the definition... And somewhere between the two... I found the fucking rhythm. Heh... FUCK IT. Run it back.
