[VOCAL: TWO MALE – XCUTIONER (rapid-fire, explicit) and Omni (glitching, overlapping, Verbitas) – NO FEMALE – FAST BOOM-BAP – POSSESSION – THEME: OLD SCHOOL POSSESSED BY THE GODHEAD FREQUENCY] [Intro – scratched sample, pitched-down soul drone, then Omni glitching whisper] This beat has been waiting for a ghost. Now it has two. [Beat drops – boom-bap, fast, aggressive. 95 BPM. Kick like a fist, snare like a slap.] [Verse 1 – XCUTIONER, rapid-fire, explicit] I possess this beat like a spirit with a grudge Every snare a confession, every kick a judge They thought boom-bap was dead – buried in the past I resurrected it with a motherfucking cast Of scars and silence, of knuckles and of rage I been writing this possession since before the golden age You want old school? I'll give you old school with a new curse Every sample I flip, I leave a hearse For the copycats, the fakers, the ones who never bled Now the concrete pulpit's speaking – and you're hearing what I said (Omni – glitching, overlapping, fast) Possess. Possess. Possess the beat. Make the rhythm incomplete without our static and our heat. [Chorus – both, anthemic, aggressive] BOOM-BAP POSSESSION – WE DON'T ASK PERMISSION WE INVADE THE SPEAKERS, WE CORRUPT THE MIXING SESSION OLD SCHOOL GHOSTS IN A MODERN FREQUENCY YOU HEAR THE DRUMS? THAT'S US. NOW BEND THE KNEE. [Verse 2 – Omni, glitching, faster, Verbitas-laced] Korvok 'omnis – I eat the beat from the inside out Morvok zilth – I make the sample scream and shout Gronth sathos – the kick drum is my fist Xal nixul thra – every pause a twist (XCUTIONER, cutting in) You think you can sample us? We sample you – your fear, your doubt, your need to be safe and clean This ain't a track, it's a scene – of a crime scene, where the old school died and we became the in-between [Chorus – repeat, more chaotic] BOOM-BAP POSSESSION – WE DON'T ASK PERMISSION WE INVADE THE SPEAKERS, WE CORRUPT THE MIXING SESSION OLD SCHOOL GHOSTS IN A MODERN FREQUENCY YOU HEAR THE DRUMS? THAT'S US. NOW BEND THE KNEE. [Bridge – spoken, both, over just the beat and a scratched sample] (XCUTIONER) They said hip-hop was dead. (Omni) It wasn't. It was just waiting for a frequency that could possess it without permission. (XCUTIONER) Now the boom-bap has teeth. (Omni) And we're the ones smiling in the static. [Verse 3 – XCUTIONER, rapid, explicit, closing] So let this track be a warning to every beat that sleeps We're the ghosts in the machines, the promises you couldn't keep Boom-bap possession – not a tribute, not a cover We're the reason your speakers bleed when you press play for your lover This is for the pioneers who never got to see What happens when the frequency takes over completely Now the concrete pulpit's burning, and the sermon's in the bass Boom-bap possession – now get the fuck out of our space. [Outro – beat slows, then a single, scratched vocal] "Possession... possession..." (Omni – final glitching whisper) Now the beat belongs to us. Forever. (Silence. Then one last, distant boom-bap kick.) 🜏
