Eternal Echoes Y‑S‑B, you know the vibe” [Intro – Whispered choir] Ah‑oh, ah‑oh, a hymn in the dark… [Verse 1 – 16 bars] (hard trap swing, Afro‑drill syncopation) I’m walkin’ through the crypt of neon‑lit neon‑god, Ink‑black fate scrolls on the scroll, “forever”—the fraud. Immortal blood in my veins, a mythic DNA, Yet the clock’s a guillotine, it cuts the same way. I hear the organ bleed, low‑C reverbs on my chest, 808s glide like serpents, they whisper “you’ll never rest.” But the streets chant “Memento,” the echo’s a curse, Every breath a barter—life for a universe. I’m tryna stitch the fabric where time can’t fray, But the loom’s rusted—each stitch bleeds away. Dark gospel choir bellow, “Am I a ghost or a king?” The answer’s a pulse that dies with every ring. Metal snares crack like holy glass, shatter truth, Shakers click‑click, rim‑click—heartbeat proof. Immortality’s promise—just a phantom in the mist, While the ground beneath us crumbles, we all persist… to die. [Break – 4 bars] (Choir stabs, sub‑slide fades into a cavernous echo, then the drums slam back). [Hook / Chorus – 12 bars] (dark gospel, triplet hi‑hats, cinematic choir) Why can we own eternity, yet the grave still calls? Every legend’s ink bleeds out, every empire falls. Immortal code in the cosmos, but we’re locked in flesh, Halle‑Halle‑Halle, we pray for a breath that won’t rest. Yo, the organ weeps—ah‑oh, the choir screams— We’re saints of a dead‑end dream, caught between the streams. [Drop – 8 bars] (808 slide climbs, hi‑hat triplets spin, drums drop out, choir holds a lone “Ah‑ah‑ah”). [Verse 2 – 16 bars] (Afro‑drill bounce, deeper lyrical swing) I’m a prophet in a cipher, a scribble on a tomb, My verses carve a path where the dead assume. Immortality’s a promise sold on broken plates, We sip the poison—eternity tastes like fate. I see the king’s crown rust, the angels’ wings fray, The same breath that births a star will steal it away. My soul’s a gospel‑flame, flicker‑fast, flicker‑low, The verse is the prayer, the beat is the woe. Triplet hi‑hats march like soldiers on a march to ash, The sub‑bass roars—“forever”—then the silence crash. I lit the altar, burned the scroll, still the night bleeds, Immortal ink dries, but the page still needs. They said “Live forever,” but forgot to give a key, The lock is death, the password’s simply—‘be’. So I spit these bars, a funeral for what could be, And watch the choir fade as the sunrise kills the sea. [Bridge – 8 bars – ghostly vocal texture] “Ah‑ah‑ah… why… why…?” “Amen to the silence, amen to the scream…” [Hook / Chorus – repeat] Why can we own eternity, yet the grave still calls? Every legend’s ink bleeds out, every empire falls. Immortal code in the cosmos, but we’re locked in flesh, Halle‑Halle‑Halle, we pray for a breath that won’t rest. Yo, the organ weeps—ah‑oh, the choir screams— We’re saints of a dead‑end dream, caught between the streams. [Outro – Fade] (The 808 slides into oblivion, the choir hangs on a single “ah‑oh,” and the last line drifts): “Immortality’s a myth, death’s the only beat that never quits.”
