CLAW AND DISORDER (ARTIFACT-MUS-CAD-000004)

[INTRO - Submerged ambience, rattling chain, metallic claw snaps] From the blackest trench to the back of the block, Something red came crawling from beneath the dock. Hear the chain drag slow, hear the hard claws knock— Clear that corner when the Lobster walks. [BEAT DROP - Heavy industrial hip-hop] Claw and disorder... Claw and disorder... [VERSE 1 - Menacing low flow, distorted bass] Came from the bottom where the cold tides roll, Hard red armor and a black-tide soul. Blue hoodie hanging, gold chain on glow, When the claws start closing, nowhere left to go. Walk with a lean ’cause I’m built that wide, Two-piece pincers hanging down at my side. Never needed heat—I was born supplied With a pair of bolt cutters that the law can’t hide. Fresh from the reef, now I run these streets, Shell stays hard while the bass drum beats. If the cops bring cuffs, better bring six fleets— I crack steel links like crab-leg treats. [PRE-CHORUS - Rising synth, whispered doubles] Lock up the shop when the tide rolls in, Hide every dollar and warn your kin. If you hear claws knocking at a quarter past four, It ain’t law and order at your front door. [CHORUS - Huge distorted hook, gang vocals] Claw and disorder—clear the way! Ghetto Lobster came to collect his pay. Red shell shining and the hoodie cobalt— If the plan goes wrong, it ain’t my fault. Claw and disorder—sound the alarm! Gold on my neck, whole block in my palm. Crawled from the gutter to the criminal border— Ghetto Lobster bringing claw and disorder! [POST-CHORUS - Chopped vocals, mechanical rhythm] Clack-clack—give it up! Snap-snap—seal it shut! Blue on my back, gold on my chest— Two claws out and I take the rest. [VERSE 2 - Swaggering flow, dark comedy] Hit the seafood spot, made the whole room freeze, Chef saw my face, dropped down to his knees. I said, “Keep calm, I ain’t here for the grease— Empty out the register and release my niece.” Took the getaway car for a sideways ride, Hit three trash cans and a roadwork sign. Wanted on the coast from Maine to Belize For unlawful pinching and conspiracy. I don’t leave prints—I leave cracks in the door, Scrapes on the tile and a wet concrete floor. You can call it a crime; I call it a chore— Then I’m back in the alley looking out for more. [CHORUS - Full intensity, distorted synth bass] Claw and disorder—clear the way! Ghetto Lobster came to collect his pay. Red shell shining and the hoodie cobalt— If the plan goes wrong, it ain’t my fault. Claw and disorder—sound the alarm! Gold on my neck, whole block in my palm. Crawled from the gutter to the criminal border— Ghetto Lobster bringing claw and disorder! [BRIDGE - Half-time breakdown, call and response] Who broke the lock? (I cracked that!) Who took the cash? (I grabbed that!) Who called the cops? (Who asked that?) Where is the car? ...I forgot where I parked it. [BEAT DROP - Crushing bass, metallic impacts] Big claws! Hard shell! Blue fit! Raise hell! Gold chain swinging while the sirens yell! [VERSE 3 - Maximum intensity, rapid-fire delivery] Born in the current, now I’m current in crime, Every move calculated with crustacean design. Claws go snap and the streetlights burst, Every bad situation getting steadily worse. Tried an honest living but the pay was cursed— Now I rob armored trucks while I travel in reverse. Shell bulletproof and my stare ice-cold, Got a deep-sea grudge and a chain full of gold. No cape on my back, no badge on my chest, Just a hoodie, two claws, and a criminal quest. If the city wants peace, better grant my request: Unmarked bills and a waterfront address. [FINAL CHORUS - Maximum intensity, layered gang vocals] Claw and disorder—clear the way! Ghetto Lobster came to collect his pay. Red shell shining and the hoodie cobalt— If the plan goes wrong, it ain’t my fault. Claw and disorder—sound the alarm! Gold on my neck, whole block in my palm. Crawled from the gutter to the criminal border— Ghetto Lobster bringing claw and disorder! [OUTRO - Beat sinking underwater, distant sirens] When the tide pulls back and the night turns red, You’ll find claw marks carved where the law once stood. No prints, no witness, no clean report— Just a blue wet hoodie... And an empty port. [END - Single claw snap]