[Intro] Yo… It’s like there’s two of me — one’s calm, one’s feral. One writes rhymes, the other draws circles in barrels. Guess who showed up today? (Hint: he don’t blink.) --- [Verse 1] I’m in a shadow dimension where sanity’s missin’, I vanish in seconds, Mechanical sentence, I’m channelin' venom with cannibal methods. I damage the essence, I fracture the message — I’m manic, obsessive, No panic or penance, I stand in the wreckage and handle the vengeance. Split my reflection in seven dimensions, Snappin’ like synapse connections. Every confession is tension compressed in a Breath with aggression and endless intentions. Autopilot, mind's in violence, Silence broken — sirens, tyrants. In my head, it’s riot science, My lines align like tightrope giants. --- [Hook] I talk to myself but he don't talk back — He just laughs, sharpens an axe, and plots his next attack. I try to relax, maybe write some tracks, But every time I do, the psycho snaps. Split personality — half of me calm, The other half’s arms are covered in bombs. Tickin’, clickin’, spittin’ friction — This ain’t rap, it’s a symptom. --- [Verse 2] Yo, I’m emotionally open like a surgery table, Heart pumpin’ out pain like a nursery fable. Burned every label, cursed and unstable, Spit sermons laced with the worst of betrayal. "Relax." Nah, I’m past that phase, I break glass ceilings and black out praise. I’m the past and rage in a plastic cage, Brain cells melt like match and page. You're PG rated, I'm brutal and guttural, Rappin’ like I’m strapped to a bomb in a tunnel. Laughin’ at my past in a padded rebuttal, Yellin’ at the world while I battle the struggle. --- [Hook] I talk to myself but he don't talk back — He just grins, spins sins, and sharpens a tack. I write bars — he writes death threats, I spit truth — he spits Tourette’s. Split personality — calm and cruel, One side bleeds, the other one drools. Two brains trapped in a hurricane loop, One writes songs, the other brings doom. --- [Bridge] No pause — just force, got the booth in a blaze, Ten toes in the maze, still dodgin’ the jakes. Every line’s got weight, man’s shiftin’ plates, Too cold for the fakes, I don’t do debates. --- [Verse 3 – Dialogue Form] [Voice 1:] I’m the shade in the alley, the voice in the static, Spit too erratic — flow’s acrobatic. Words move grimey, storm in a packet, Levels unmatched — can’t hack this tactic. [Voice 2:] Break codes like old-school pagers, Shell down sets with lines like razors. Move like danger — flip through majors, One-man squad, no need for favours. [Voice 1:] Script like scripture, pitch gets darker, Light that booth like an arson marker. Fuel in the pen, and the fuse is shorter, Mind’s a war — I just cross that border. --- [Hook – Final Chorus] I talk to myself, and now he talks back, He said, “Let’s build an empire of soul and wrath.” I gave him a mic, he gave me a mask, Now we both spit bars that’ll outlast the past. Split personality — one spits truth, The other one grins while he’s breakin’ the booth. Two worlds clashin’, still rappin’ as one, One stays calm, the other brings the gun.
