[Intro – 4 bars] (Sound of a massive turbine spinning up, hydraulic pistons hissing, and a robotic system check voice) System check... Complete. Targeting systems... Online. Lethal force... Authorized. You created this. Now deal with it. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] I’m transforming, warming up the global warning, storming In the morning, mourning all the rappers I am scorning It’s mechanical, botanical? No, animal-mechanical A cannibal of manuals, I’m acting tyrannical My veins are wires, fires burning in the tires, liars Singing in the choirs while I’m climbing even higher I’m a cyborg, a high-lord, I’m cutting the spy-cord I’m striking the tri-chord and swinging the dry-sword. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] Flesh is weak, steel is strong You won't last here very long Scanning for the weak spot, taking the shot I’m everything that you are simply not. [Hook – 8 bars] I am a Lyrical Deathmachine, polished and clean The meanest invention that you ever have seen I process the rhythm and murder the beat Leaving nothing but bodies all over the street Yeah, Lyrical Deathmachine, code is supreme I’m shattering every American Dream No feeling, no mercy, no pausing for breath I am the architect of your lyrical death. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] (Double-time flow initiates) I-am-processing-data-at-rates-that-are-greater-than-haters I’m-serving-the-waiters-and-eating-the-taters-and-gators I’m-terminating-the-vermin-determine-the-sermon I’m-burning-the-German-engineering-appearing-in-Herman No-glitch-in-the-system-I-twist-em-and-fist-em-and-list-em I-kissed-em-and-dissed-em-and-pissed-on-the-wisdom-of-schism I’m-automatic-pneumatic-and-static-ecstatic I’m-clearing-the-attic-of-addicts-who-at-it-are-bad-at-it. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] My processor speed is infinite, imminent, diligent Killing it, filling it, grilling it, willing it, drilling it The algorithm is broken, the tokens are spoken, I’m woken The Kraken is soaking, the jokers are choking and smoking I analyze, penalize, legalize, equalize Vocalize, localize, totalize, brutalize Input is garbage, the output is gold The story of legends that’s never been told. [Hook – 8 bars] I am a Lyrical Deathmachine, polished and clean The meanest invention that you ever have seen I process the rhythm and murder the beat Leaving nothing but bodies all over the street Yeah, Lyrical Deathmachine, code is supreme I’m shattering every American Dream No feeling, no mercy, no pausing for breath I am the architect of your lyrical death. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] My chassis is titanium, cranium uranium I’m selling out the stadium, the radius, the podium I don’t need sleep, I don’t need food, I need the mood To intrude on the prude and the rude and the dude Who is screwed, who is glued, who is sued, who is booed I’m totally nude of emotion, a potion of motion I’m crossing the ocean causing commotion, devotion? No, total erosion of your little notion. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] Upload the virus, I’m Cyrus, papyrus, the iris Of Osiris, highness, the dryness, the slyness I’m hacking the mainframe, changing the name-game Deleting the same-lame, setting the flame-frame You’re running on Windows 95, I’m the AI I’m watching you struggle and watching you die Update complete, rebooting the brain Installing the maximum lyrical pain. [Hook – 8 bars] I am a Lyrical Deathmachine, polished and clean The meanest invention that you ever have seen I process the rhythm and murder the beat Leaving nothing but bodies all over the street Yeah, Lyrical Deathmachine, code is supreme I’m shattering every American Dream No feeling, no mercy, no pausing for breath I am the architect of your lyrical death. [Bridge – 12 bars] (Music stops. Sound of heavy metallic footsteps approaching. CLANK. CLANK.) Target acquired. Subject: The Music Industry. Status: Corrupt. Solution: Exterminate. Charging the laser... 30 percent. 60 percent. 90 percent. This is not a rap. This is an execution. I have no heart to break. I have no soul to sell. I am the machine. And welcome to hell. [Verse 6 – 8 bars] (Explosive energy) Detonation, sensation, relation, creation, foundation Negation, starvation, salvation, damnation, plantation? I’m freeing the slaves of the waves and the caves and the graves I’m paving the naves and the knaves and the braves The Deathmachine stands in the smoke and the fire The pile of the bodies is getting much higher KB is the label, the man, and the myth The ultimate weapon you don't mess with. [Hook – 8 bars] I am a Lyrical Deathmachine, polished and clean The meanest invention that you ever have seen I process the rhythm and murder the beat Leaving nothing but bodies all over the street Yeah, Lyrical Deathmachine, code is supreme I’m shattering every American Dream No feeling, no mercy, no pausing for breath I am the architect of your lyrical death. [Outro – 4 bars] (Sound of powering down, lights flickering off) Mission accomplished. Target destroyed. Entering sleep mode. KB. (Electronic zap)
