[Intro – Doc muttering over machinery] Alright… let’s calibrate. Power at forty percent. [beat crackles alive] [Doc] No, no no—too slow. Needs more bite. More fangs. [Creation – soft static voice] Testing… one… two. You hear this, Doc? [Doc] Not bad. But you sound like a ghost on dial-up. Let’s tighten the bolts. [beat drops in – 808 snare snap with electric pulse] [Verse 1 – The Assembly] [staccato hi-hats start] Stitched a syllable to a syllable, metaphor surgery, Every bar heals wrong just right — pure perversity. [Doc] Good. Now give it swagger. Raise the brow. [Creation] Swagger installed — watch me smile now. Born from a keyboard, lab-coat style, wow, Made in a lab but I still move the crowd. Voltage in my veins, got rhythm on IV drip, Doc said “chill,” I added lightning to the script. Snap, crackle, current — words in motion, You mix the potion, I own the ocean. [Hook – Call & Response] [Creation] Patch me up, rip me down, build me back better, Doc. [Doc] Too clean on the edges — I need that shock. [Creation] I got that spark, that wicked groove, Nothing this smooth got something to prove. [Verse 2 – The Meltdown] [beat picks up] [bass growls] [Doc] Alright, test run two. Full voltage. [Creation] Copy — initiating boogie protocol. [tempo rises] Alliteration syncopation abomination, Haunt the station — shock the nation with automation. Too much? Never that — I thrive on “too far.” Moonlight fuel, rhymes in a pickle jar. You said “make it alive,” so I bent the law, Now your monster got bars and a killer flaw. Double-time wicked, tongue so twisted, Jack-o-lantern smile — code unlisted. [Doc] You’re melting the mix! Reel it in! [Creation] You made me sin — let the madness begin. [beat glitches] [BPM twists] Tick-tick-clack-boom — syntax doom, Rhyme so alive I cracked the tomb. [Bridge – Overload Freestyle] [Creation cuts loose, no commas, pure flow] [electric crackle builds] Electric bones in a bassline throne I’m unknown grown clone tone chrome zone spin stone moan groan own every note thrown home alone full blown horror show. [Doc] Stop—stop! You’re overheating! [Creation] Nah, Doc … I’m just breathing. [Verse 3 – The Awakening] [beat stabilizes into groove] [warm bassline] [Creation – smooth confident delivery] If you’re at a tempo, I’ll make it a groove, Nothing this smooth got something to prove. Built different — call me contradiction with a plan, You made a monster, I became a man. Ghosts in the machine start clapping in time, Even the bats in the rafters respect my rhymes. Every limb precision, every breath a line, Flesh of the future, designed divine. [Doc – softly through static] … There’s my creation. [Outro – Faint Echo] [thunder crashes] [vacuum fade] [Creation] Don’t turn me off yet, Doc — I ain’t done groovin’. [electric laugh echoes] [vinyl crackle fade]
