Rattle the Room (Ft. Mulds)

Art: Infectious Microphone (Mulds) ------------------------------------- Collabo in da Bando -------------------------------------- Sesi X: TsuraiSesi 🫟 https://linktr.ee/sesinya 🫟 -------------------------------------- Infectious Microphone Suno: https://suno.com/@infectiousmicrophone -------------------------------------- ~Infections Mulds 💉 ---------------------------- She like trouble when the bassline knock Black lace hanging and the whole room hot Say “slow down” but she know I won’t stop One more hit make the whole place drop Uh Too much bass Too much mouth Too much trouble in one damn house Hit the gas, let the bassline bend Black lace, bad habits, both got sins Quick tongue, slick talk, let the whole thing spin Kick hit once, then I’m right back in Big sub hit, make the backseat dip Bad lil grin, let the night begin Push that low end till the whole room cave in Then switch that flow and do it all again Rip through the rhythm, I’m twisting the pattern Syllables scatter, then stack when I’m at ’em Bass in the back and it batter the cabin She laughing like “damn, why you rappin’ that rapid?” Crack through the cadence, fuckin drag it, stab it Back in the pocket, then snap like I'm elastic Stacking the fragments of fragments then packing the pattern Fast with the tongue but the low end massive Switch up the angle, then circle back at ’em Hit every pocket like fuck it, I’m causing a panic Switch up that cadence, attack it, and pivot Back in the pocket, then crack it and split it 150, still makin’ it sound like I’m sprintin’ Whole room shake every time that we kick it Tongue on a trigger, I’m dumping the clip in Bassline buck and the whole floor shifting She throw that look like, “don’t you dare quit it” Fuck being subtle, we came here to rip it One more switch and I’m gone in a minute Hit this switch and the whole fucking room gonna feel it Watch how I walk in and warp up the pattern Talk like a problem, then prove that it matters Back of the room but she watching me rapidly rappin' Know that she like it, see how she actually actin’ Stacking the syllables, snapping the timing She biting her lip while I’m doubling rhyming I know what she like, I can tell by the smiling Fast with the mouth and the ego to match it Bass in her chest and she asking me, “faster” I give her a grin like, “you sure you can handle it?” Then double the cadence and laugh while I’m at it (aha ha ha ha) Fuck being humble, I know when I’m killing it Know when she feeling it, know when she into it Look at her once like, “you wanted this, didn’t you?” Then hit another switch just to show what the limit do Cocky as fuck but I’m still keeping it casual (casual) Twist up the cadence, fuck, it looks natural (natural) She got that look cause she know I’m an asshole (asshole) Still leaning closer the faster I prattle and rattle And twist it and spit it, then flip it and fiddle with Every lil pocket I find till I’m filling it Dig in the rhythm, get wicked and intricate Grin when she tell me she liking the insolence Give her a second, then hit her with triplets Ticka-tick tick with the tongue when I get it Trip over trip and I’m still never slipping Bass in the ribs and her whole body twitching Look at me grinning like “told you I’d hit it” She like trouble when the bassline knock Black lace hanging and the whole room hot Say “slow down” but she know I won’t stop One more hit make the whole place drop Uh Too much bass Too much mouth Too much trouble in one damn house ~Sesi 💜 -------------- Sesifer.... aight lets go Hittin the flow and smashing like splatter; fuck all these mothafucka's they don't matta; creepin in low beside me i can hear the pit patter; non silent like yapper; i'm laid in da bando; with the Zoo crew (CAFE CLIQUE) they're ready to battle; 20% of your life taken away from a tackle' pack it in an urn after you're gone; climb a mountain and scatter; it's way too cold up hear at the top shaking like chatter (brr) It's just me, myself, and I like i'm surveying the patterns; of everybody and anything that threatens like a snake when it rattles; (hiss) warning sign to keep (away) with distance; you know it is factual; updating the mantle; every other second that you breathe air; a gift from my rambles; leave you broken like tattered, that this isn't harder than It could be; nah fuck that (run it) I'm exhausting the cattle; by luring them around to the gate; they calling me master, tell em to pray to me like pastor (pray) no other way to describe the feelin it's factual; you know that it matters; like cosmic synergy to the third level degree; the time space is bastard to the possibility that humans can breathe with out oxygen on a different segment of saddles; ride in like the four horsemen; it don't really matter; wait hold up... Sesifers back hoe (run it) You thought I was done? (Sesifer) Aight, let's go... Fast, they're like go faster; i'm loading my blaster; like N.E.S from 1987, ロックマン Haiku (pack her) a disaster; leave you reincarnating; like isekai revive as a gangsta (yuh) level up the attractor (hah) unless you get stuck in limbo; unalive; translucent now Casper less mass than a hamster, fade to the last chapter, like is she really sayin anything? (Datte Bayo) believe it Ninjutsu your caster, like Itachi to Orichimaru; I'm disposing your laughter (hah) leave you laid on the pasture; gaspin for H.2.0 in a desert 100 degrees evaporating the actors; I've broken the ladder; reiterate what I said once again (it don't really matta) repeat it to remind and cement it with hammers; disappear, like Act 3, Scene 1 of William Shakespeare's; I'm grabbin my dagger to sever the brave from the weak (whatever) just gather; Queue up like F.F 14 Ready up for the glamour together like panthers' level up all our swagger; home run. I'm the batter (swing swing swing) Like Veibei my past chapter; Sayonara like after; melt down from your anger; (RAH) Telll em~ (Sesifer) --------------------------------------- All Rights Reserved, Copyright. © 2026 Sesi. © 2026 Infectious Microphone.