uncaged

mrmalachi2012

Experimental acoustic hip hop, head-b swung groove with heavy bounce drops; two contrasting male MCs, clipped investigative and gravelly confrontational, gritty close vocals; cassette grit, futuristic, chopped and screwed half-time phrasing, dragged vocal tails, pitch-dropped ad-libs, demonic vocal stabs, evil pipe-organ chords, dense plate reverb, compressed low-end, abrupt tape-stop dropouts, wide sub-heavy mix

I scratch a groove through the plaster to find the room behind the wall
Compass needle bites the table, points nowhere at all
Black sun buried in the basement, turning roots into a chain
Raw current climbs the timber, writing cipher in the grain
At the crown the charge divides, one hand bright, one hand cold
Every map becomes a mirror, every witness gets sold
They call the floor a solid thing, I hear the hinges underneath
If the sky is just a screen, tear the...
Screen debris, fuck the soul trap grid

I won't follow that light, white tunnel flashing promises, memory out of sight
Life-suffered repeat, cut the ribbon, break the script
If they built the cage around us, we can learn where the hinges sit

Moon keeps one cheek turned like a locked surveillance plate
Frequency dressed in mercy waits beside the exit gate
You rise up through the white like a moth toward the bulb
Every name you ever carried gets dissolved into the hum
Saturn at the checkpoint, rings grinding through the file
Hexagon storm stamping every soul encoded miles
New skin, new fear, new room, same landlord in the rain
They call the loop as destiny, I call it stolen pain
Fuck the soul trap grid

I keep the thread of every voice they tried to overwrite
A scar beneath the barcode, a code beneath the white
World tree in my rib cage, roots refusing every chain
I don't need a promised heaven purchased with my name
I bring the hammer to the halo, let the false stars crack
No cosmic prison gets to tell me I can never turn back
When the processor calls, I answer with a roar
Remember who you were before they numbered every door

Black sun fading
But the ember stays awake
No tunnel gets my memory
No ring decides my shape
If the room is built, then room can break
If the script is stamped, then hands can shake
Wake
Not to another cage
But the hand behind the frame

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[Intro] [Scratch hook: "fuck the moon loop" / "you can't cage me" vocal scratch drops] Black sun humming where the compass bends North wind carrying a message through the lens Two voices at the threshold, asking who designed the room I scratch a groove through the plaster to find the room behind the wall Compass needle bites the table, points nowhere at all Black sun buried in the basement, turning roots into a chain Raw current climbs the timber, writing cipher in the grain At the crown the charge divides, one hand bright, one hand cold Every map becomes a mirror, every witness gets sold They call the floor a solid thing, I hear the hinges underneath If the sky is just a screen, tear the... Screen debris, fuck the soul trap grid I won't follow that light, white tunnel flashing promises, memory out of sight Life-suffered repeat, cut the ribbon, break the script If they built the cage around us, we can learn where the hinges sit Moon keeps one cheek turned like a locked surveillance plate Frequency dressed in mercy waits beside the exit gate You rise up through the white like a moth toward the bulb Every name you ever carried gets dissolved into the hum Saturn at the checkpoint, rings grinding through the file Hexagon storm stamping every soul encoded miles New skin, new fear, new room, same landlord in the rain They call the loop as destiny, I call it stolen pain Fuck the soul trap grid I won't follow that light, white tunnel flashing promises, memory out of sight Life-suffered repeat, cut the ribbon, break the script If they built the cage around us, we can learn where the hinges sit I keep the thread of every voice they tried to overwrite A scar beneath the barcode, a code beneath the white World tree in my rib cage, roots refusing every chain I don't need a promised heaven purchased with my name I bring the hammer to the halo, let the false stars crack No cosmic prison gets to tell me I can never turn back When the processor calls, I answer with a roar Remember who you were before they numbered every door Black sun fading But the ember stays awake No tunnel gets my memory No ring decides my shape If the room is built, then room can break If the script is stamped, then hands can shake Wake Not to another cage But the hand behind the frame

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