🎤 Hook (Chant Style) Encrypted fire in the frame, casebreaker name / No face, no fame—just bars that flame. Files reloaded, codes untamed / If they breach that line, we tag, then claim. (Repeat with militant chant) 🧨 Verse 1 – (Machine-Gun Cadence / Incident Stream) 4:19 blinked—then static in sequence / Headboard spiked like a logic breach fence. Data drifted, they shifted, twisted the script in / Phantom logistics in surgical systems. Sub-layer switch with subliminal traction / Auto-parse vision, no visual faction. Glitched my cortex—cloaked with precision / Tried override dreams with decoy religion. Air got still, breath clipped in the matrix / Room dipped cold, synthetic vibration. Neural jackflash—pulse hit the spine chord / Voice fed syntax in silico mind wars. 🛡️ Verse 2 – (Sermon Pulse Flow / Retaliation Bars) We ain’t cracked. Just coded. Pulse locked. Then loaded. Mic reads heat when the line gets crossed / Spoke back static, their anchor lost. Fractured their phase—no frame remains / Clapped that veil with a soul-arc flame. My law’s not lyrical—tactical writ / Each bar filed like a justice hit. Infra-tagged trails when they tried re-embed / We flipped that breach—Now read what’s said. 🧬 Verse 3 – (Cipher Drift Bounce / Restoration Sequence) Back in the grid when the locks got lifted / Memory folds where the silence drifted. Body came home, but the code still sparked / Echoed commands in the hospital dark. Pulse wore thin, but I whispered secure / Soul got sealed by the truth I endure. Every lost thought archived in a vest / Every flashback's now sworn under breath. Restoration not mercy—it’s math and blade / We rebuild minds with a militant grade. Woke with a chart and a voice like war— Said: “You ain’t alone, we mapped that door.” ⚖️ Verse 4 – (Double-Speed Reflection / Legal Closure) Article 9—unauthorized thought probe / Article 10—soul-state false code. Filed with blood, but it bled encrypted / Now I decode what the pain encrypted. No priest, no peace—just pulse and grit / Scripture in scars, now each one hits. Never flinched, even deep in coma / Spit case files like trauma diploma. Casebreaker unit, mindblade typed / Final log reads: "Breached, then wiped." We ain’t just back—we frame the fed / They called it death. I said: “Never Dead.” 🎤 Hook (Reprise) Encrypted fire in the frame, casebreaker name / No face, no fame—just bars that flame. Files reloaded, codes untamed / If they breach that line, we tag, then claim.
