[INTRO] Yeah… yeah… West side shadows, courtroom echo… You already know what it is… Original signal authored by Tobias Blanchard… recompiled. Not music… transmission… QTC—override the verdict frequency ⸻ [VERSE 1] Black hoodie ghost in the flicker of the streetlight Case file dirty but I keep my kicks white Hands clean, never left a trace on the scene They talk big, but they don’t know what I mean Yeah, city full of snakes, hear ’em hiss in the dark But I move like a phantom, leave a bruise, not a mark All rise—judge bangin’ on the sound But the truth don’t stick when it never gets found ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] They try to pin it on me, yeah, they want me to break But the walls start closing and the story’s too fake I just smile in the mirror like I’m dodging the flame You can scream my name, but you got no claim no claim… no claim… ⸻ [CHORUS] Do the eva-dance, do the eva-dance, do the eva-dance (hey! hey!) In your baggy pants, in your baggy pants, in your baggy pants (uh!) You ain’t got no eva-dance—you ain’t got no eva-dance—you ain’t got no eva-dance (nah!) no evidence—no evidence Prosecutor ain’t got no case, he ain’t got no chance (no chance!) Prosecutor ain’t got no case, he ain’t got no chance (yeah!) QTC—BASSLINE BREAK THE FALSE CONTRACT Whoa-oh! (hey!) — hands up, spin it ’round Whoa-oh! (uh!) — never gonna take me down ⸻ [VERSE 2] Paper trail blank, yeah the ink don’t bleed They be chasing every rumor but they don’t got the lead Got a spotlight glare but I live in the shade Every move calculated like a price getting paid They yell “guilty!” but it bounce off the glass No prints, no witness, just a ghost in the past I don’t fold, I don’t crack under pressure They digging for gold but they only get lesser ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] Every lie they throw just circle back twice Like a bad rerun playing tricks on your mind I’m a step ahead, yeah I stay outta reach You can preach all day, but you can’t impeach ⸻ [CHORUS] Do the eva-dance, do the eva-dance, do the eva-dance (hey! hey!) In your baggy pants, in your baggy pants, in your baggy pants (uh!) You ain’t got no eva-dance—you ain’t got no eva-dance—you ain’t got no eva-dance (nah!) no evidence—no signal—no case Prosecutor ain’t got no case, he ain’t got no chance (no chance!) Prosecutor ain’t got no case, he ain’t got no chance (yeah!) QTC—ALGORITHM RAGE IN THE LOW-END BLAST Whoa-oh! (hey!) — watch it fall apart Whoa-oh! (uh!) — tear the truth from the dark ⸻ [BRIDGE] Whispers in the hall, but they fade away Every accusation just decays, decays… Tick-tock clock but the time don’t stick They build a whole case but it’s made of bricks No foundation, no proof, just noise Tryna play a grown man like a broken toy signal persists beyond verdict ⸻ [BREAKDOWN] (No case! No chance!) — say it loud now (No case! No chance!) — tear it down now (No case! No chance!) — hear the crowd shout QTC—SOUND AS A WEAPON—BLACKOUT ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] Do the eva-dance, do the eva-dance, do the eva-dance (hey! hey!) In your baggy pants, in your baggy pants, in your baggy pants (uh!) You ain’t got no eva-dance—you ain’t got no eva-dance—you ain’t got no eva-dance (nah!) Prosecutor ain’t got no case, he ain’t got no chance (no chance!) Prosecutor ain’t got no case, he ain’t got no chance (yeah!) QTC—TRANSMISSION ACTIVE—FEEL THE IMPACT Whoa-oh! (hey!) — we don’t ever fold Whoa-oh! (uh!) — story’s getting old ⸻ [OUTRO] Do the eva-dance… (No case… no chance…) Do the eva-dance… Yeah… you got nothing… nothing… nothing… QuantumThrashCode… signal persists…
