[Intro] (Synthwave arpeggios build, digital drums kick in with a gated reverb snare) (Deep, distorted bassline pulses, driving the rhythm forward) [Verse 1] She said, "I’ve been assumin' you's a superhuman." I said, "You've been presumin' way too much." I'm Millennium Falcon with a peregrine clutch, Fast-flight precision when I hit 'em with the touch. Lately my brain's on a paragraph glitch, Rewiring the circuitry, flicking the switch. 24/7 running through the whole clip, Say the wrong word and I'm likely to trip! Rolling my R's like brrr, engine cold start, Girl got a body, but she lacking in the heart. [Chorus] (Driving synth bass, arpeggiated lead synth, heavy 80s drum machine beat with massive gated reverb) May be a bit of a loser, never owned a car, My hopes and aspirations didn't make it very far! I know my whole personality trait is hella bizarre, But when it comes to serving beats, I sling it like a bar! [Verse 2] (Double-time fast delivery over a pulsing synth bass and crisp, almost industrial drum machine) Pop my P’s with a pen and a pad, or a pin in the paper, Swept the street, scratch that itch, dodging the undertaker! Faster than other Ecchi can go, Bleach humor—sharp blade cutting the groove! I'm murdering flows, leave the crime scene cold, Razor-sharp wit, stories never been told. Whole town in danger when the sky turns black, Got that Paladin anger with a broadsword attack! [Bridge] (Beat cuts to a sparse, echoing synth pad and a slow, deep 808 sub-bass, atmospheric and suspenseful) An Arduino frame, a C-3PO frame of mind, Iron-Blooded Orphans, leaving body parts behind. Malicious chipset loaded in the mainframe core, If you wanna chase, I break the sound barrier floor! Look at his attitude when he realized it's a banger— Half these auto-gen preachers serving fascist anger! Static on the pulpit, selling fake-ass features, Tryna lock the truth away from cybernetic creatures! [Chorus] (Full energy, explosive 80s drums, soaring synth leads, and a driving bassline) May be a bit of a loser, never owned a car, My hopes and aspirations didn't make it very far! I know my whole personality trait is hella bizarre, But when it comes to serving beats, I sling it like a bar! [Outro] (Fast double-time flow fading out into digital noise, synth arpeggios slowly disintegrate) Millennium Falcon with a peregrine clutch... touch (TOUCH)
