Critical Mass

Nu-Metal, Spaz-Rap, Mumble Rap, Industrial Metal, Trap Metal, Experimental Hip Hop, Horrorcore

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[erratic, high-pitched spaz-rap flow like Danny Brown, tempo increasing, drums start a frantic, off-kilter build]
Wait-wait-wait-WAIT-
Seismic jitters in my jawbone, sittin' here alone
T-T-Tectonic temper on a hair-trigger phone call!
Got that friction-fire-fission from a sidelong mention
Crackin' the cognition with the lithospheric tension!
Every tiny tremor is a promise of the major break
How much more you think the foundation can take?!
CRITICAL MASS!
THE FAULT LINE FRACTURES!
BEDROCK EMOTION, A TERMINAL REACTION!
CRITICAL MASS!
THE MANTLE'S UNLEASHED!
A BILLION YEARS OF PRESSURE FINALLY DECEASED!
(Bridge)

[low, lethargic mumble rap, feeling of simmering resentment, almost spoken, over a sparse, clean guitar arpeggio with heavy bass undertones]
...Aftershock apology, yeah, that's nice
Molten mood coolin', solidifying to ice
Told myself to chill, told myself it's fine
Yeah... ain't convinced myself this time
Every little tremor got a follow-through
What you gonna do when the ground splits under you?
(Pre-Chorus)

[manic spaz-rap, faster and more unhinged than the first time, drums re-enter with chaotic cymbal work]
Back-back-back-BACK!
Upheaval on the upswing, can you feel the deep thing?
The continental drift inside is pulling on the rip-seam!
Every smiling platitude's another inch of latitude
That separates my sanity from geologic gratitude!
The Richter scale inside my head is jumpin' off the chart now
Gonna rip this whole damn continent apart now!
(Chorus)
feel that vibration?
That little tremor under your feet?
That ain't the ground shaking.
That's the mantle of my patience wearing paper-thin.
It's the core of my composure about to go liquid.
Ten. Nine. Eight. The plates are separating.
Seven. Six. The chasm opens.
FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO!
THE CRUST GIVES WAY!
CRITICAL MASS!
THE FAULT LINE FRACTURES!
BEDROCK EMOTION, A TERMINAL REACTION!
CRITICAL MASS!
THE MANTLE'S UNLEASHED!
A BILLION YEARS OF PRESSURE FINALLY DECEASED!
(Bridge)

[even more aggressive nu-metal shout, vocals layered with a lower growl]
CRITICAL MASS!
THE FAULT LINE FRACTURES!
BEDROCK EMOTION, A TERMINAL REACTION!
CRITICAL MASS!

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[mumbled, slurred delivery like Playboi Carti, over the downtuned, chugging bassline] Yeah... chalk on the bone, got that low ache Pebble in my boot with every move I make Got that subduction zone in my attitude Another slight pressure, shiftin' the whole groove (yuh) Nothin' major, they say it's just a mood But the bedrock's groanin', misunderstood... (Pre-Chorus) [erratic, high-pitched spaz-rap flow like Danny Brown, tempo increasing, drums start a frantic, off-kilter build] Wait-wait-wait-WAIT- Seismic jitters in my jawbone, sittin' here alone T-T-Tectonic temper on a hair-trigger phone call! Got that friction-fire-fission from a sidelong mention Crackin' the cognition with the lithospheric tension! Every tiny tremor is a promise of the major break How much more you think the foundation can take?! CRITICAL MASS! THE FAULT LINE FRACTURES! BEDROCK EMOTION, A TERMINAL REACTION! CRITICAL MASS! THE MANTLE'S UNLEASHED! A BILLION YEARS OF PRESSURE FINALLY DECEASED! (Bridge) [low, lethargic mumble rap, feeling of simmering resentment, almost spoken, over a sparse, clean guitar arpeggio with heavy bass undertones] ...Aftershock apology, yeah, that's nice Molten mood coolin', solidifying to ice Told myself to chill, told myself it's fine Yeah... ain't convinced myself this time Every little tremor got a follow-through What you gonna do when the ground splits under you? (Pre-Chorus) [manic spaz-rap, faster and more unhinged than the first time, drums re-enter with chaotic cymbal work] Back-back-back-BACK! Upheaval on the upswing, can you feel the deep thing? The continental drift inside is pulling on the rip-seam! Every smiling platitude's another inch of latitude That separates my sanity from geologic gratitude! The Richter scale inside my head is jumpin' off the chart now Gonna rip this whole damn continent apart now! (Chorus) feel that vibration? That little tremor under your feet? That ain't the ground shaking. That's the mantle of my patience wearing paper-thin. It's the core of my composure about to go liquid. Ten. Nine. Eight. The plates are separating. Seven. Six. The chasm opens. FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! THE CRUST GIVES WAY! CRITICAL MASS! THE FAULT LINE FRACTURES! BEDROCK EMOTION, A TERMINAL REACTION! CRITICAL MASS! THE MANTLE'S UNLEASHED! A BILLION YEARS OF PRESSURE FINALLY DECEASED! (Bridge) [even more aggressive nu-metal shout, vocals layered with a lower growl] CRITICAL MASS! THE FAULT LINE FRACTURES! BEDROCK EMOTION, A TERMINAL REACTION! CRITICAL MASS!

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