Yeah… Triple Six… Coming from the basement of the underground… The tape is bleeding… The devil is in the circuit board… I’m creeping through the cemetery, 808s are thumping See the shadows in the bushes, yeah I know they up to something Got the chrome to your dome, feel the cold of the steel In a town where the demons and the killers are real… Are real… are real… R-R-R-REAL! The room is spinning, the spirits are winning The digital glitch is the end of beginning I’m seeing the symbols, I’m hearing the screams The Phonk is the nightmare that’s haunting your dreams! GO! TRIPLE-SIX-IN-THE-MIX-WITH-THE-BASS-IN-THE-BACK GOT-A-GHOST-IN-THE-ROOM-AND-HE’S-READY-TO-ACT I-AM-LURKING-I-AM-WORKING-I-AM-MURDERING-THE-TRACK WITH-A-BLADE-IN-MY-HAND-AND-A-KNIFE-IN-YOUR-BACK! SMOKED OUT, LOCED OUT (GLITCH!) SMOKED OUT, LOCED OUT (SNAP!) STAY FLY, DIE HIGH (DISTORTION!) STAY FLY, DIE HIGH (CRASH!) My mind is playing tricks, but the tricks are a ritual Triple Six murder in a world that’s so virtual! Tricks on me… Mystic Stylez… IM_Y_IN_ID
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