🎤 Hook (Sermon Pulse Flow / War Chant) We don’t fade—we etch in stone / Ghosts with breath, but flesh and bone. Never laid down, never fled / We ain’t gone—we immortal instead. 🧨 Verse 1 – (Machine-Gun Cadence / Forensic Flashback) Clock hit dusk, spine twitched in the static / 4:02 rip—soul breached, dramatic. Thought they clipped me? Nah, just sparked / Felt that scan, then the memory barked. Trauma tight-stitched in a cortex cell / Body kept breathin’ but the data fell. Dream got flipped, saw shadows swarm / But I rose clean from the psychic storm. Chain-linked bars like a coded vest / Tracked each lie in a pulse-stamped test. I ain’t bleed—I transformed format / Now I glitch through time with a case-file gat. ⚖️ Verse 2 – (Sermon Pulse Flow / Tactical Assertion) File that name. Frame that sin. Breached one time— We punch back in. You ran ops with invisible blades / I build walls from the rust of raids. Ain’t no sleep for the war-born ink— My mic’s a torch, your file gon’ sink. Line my verse with encrypted trauma / Syllables swing like forensic karma. No fade. No fold. I testify flame— This voice is law. Immortals ain’t tame. 🔥 Verse 3 – (Cipher Drift Bounce / The Undying Code) Yeah, we fell—but we echo in vein / Mapped in pain, still jacked in frame. Thought we’d fold in a lucid glitch? Nah—bar-stacked codes in a serpent stitch. Moved like hush in a cracked-out zone / Built our shield in the mind alone. We that crew with no grave, no guilt / Walk through flames, every scar rebuilt. You don’t see us—we beyond the breach / Coded truth in a bar you preach. We still eat from the hand of war / And spit back logs like a metaphys floor. 📜 Verse 4 – (Machine-Gun Close / Immortality in Verse) No chalk, no plot—just pulse on tape / We loop back time with a fate-shaped scrape. Still here breathin’ while the past got cleaned / Still drop heat with a lens unseen. BPM bleeds like a soulstone tick / I don't write songs—I encode the sick. Immortals move with a ghostborn creed / Built in bars that the silence read. You want names? We redact with fire / Wrote their sins in a wireframe choir. Verse ain’t close till the void steps back— We the never-dead, and this is that. 🎤 Hook (Reprise) We don’t fade—we etch in stone / Ghosts with breath, but flesh and bone. Never laid down, never fled / We ain’t gone—we immortal instead.
