static in the signal, yeah the broadcast unstable every word a cold case laid out on the table red string on the board, I connect every thread every rapper disappear, now they presumed dead voice low, narrator tone, calm when I speak like they found another body by the edge of the creek spooky season, every shadow got a name I don’t chase—I document how you came to your grave open season, put a tag on your head green light, no mercy, leave a trail where you bled hunting season, I’m patient, I wait in the brush heartbeat in your verse? I can tell that it’s rushed flashlight in the dark, I illuminate frauds footprints in the mud lead me straight to your flaws case closed when I write, zip the bag, no doubt you been runnin’ from the truth—now it’s running you down don’t be scared now (it's spooky season)