yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift all hush tone hummin in da hull like a ghost choir drum, Nullus lean low in dat blackglass cockpit hum, void lights flickerin blue then red like they bleedin time, Space Munks in da backseat twistin up kind, whisperin “yo null pull da ship right here, I seen a face dat don’t belong in this sphere,” and Nullus side eye wide like, question mark in his stare, but Munks already pullin switches twistin wires out da air, talkin bout “nah nah nah dis ain’t beef it’s recursion, dis dat clone type version, dis dat cosmic inversion,” burn burn burn he chant it under breath like code, panels start meltin gold, engines load like sermon smoke, put yo bitch in a ditch ditch ditch Nullus flick da lever and da ship split slick, decoy pods spinnin off with mimic sigs thick, mutha fucka bleed boh boh boh go the cannons, but it’s only illusions, confusin fusion patterns dat trick da intrusion. through da static Nullus sees dat reflection Munks droppin data bombs, sabotagin detection, slangin code like powder lines in divine connection, chain-rhyme loopin round da ship like encryption confession, “burn burn burn,” Munks repeat, “let da ghosts learn learn learn,” toss a holo banana peel dat make da radar turn, “wheredafukdatbitch,” Nullus grin now da clones all twitch, they chasin empty echoes thru a phantom glitch, “boh boh boh,” go da beat when da antimatter blow, make da void glow slow then fold back in cold flow, Munks laughin like a mad monk wired to da pulse, “yo null I told you bruh, dat’s how we repulse,” chaos swirl like syrup thick, gravity bend like guilt, Munks grab da stick, talkin slick, “let’s dip dis bitch wit fil yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift... bitch we smoke you like a spliff.... yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift... yo we ridin thru da rift... yo so we slidin past dat rupture line where reality drip like overboiled plastic bags and half-forgotten prayers stuck to da ceiling of da universe like flypaper made from ancient star cartilage an Nullus grip dat helm like “bruh this trajectory illegal in seven timelines” but still he steer cuz Monks in da back wild ey yo so Monks sittin there mutterin wit his eyeballs dialed sideways like he tunin frequencies on a busted boombox and the hull hum shift into dat migraine bassline thrum cuz da three entities pull up uninvited, first one all whisper-wet like soggy metal breathin in your neck talkin “monks monks monks why you runnin from da loop bruh you know damn well you stitched from recursion glue,” and Monks snarl like “yo shut up, entity one, you da glitch that chewed on my dreams till they tasted like powdered wires,” burn burn burn hummin under his breath as if tryin to cauterize his own thoughts while Nullus hover in the doorway like “bruh you good?” but Monks wave him off cuz entity two just materialized lookin like a broken reflection of a shadow of a hallucination wrapped in bandages of forgotten math, speakin in glitch-cycles, all “yo bruh you owe me memories you ain’t even lived yet, cough up dat trauma advance,” and Monks roll his shoulders like gears unlubed mutterin “throw you in a ditch ditch ditch get off me you obsolete riddle bitch” smack his temple like a knockin ritual makin the lights blink out of sync and entity three step in smooth as a sermon but evil as an unpaid bill from another universe, its voice a deep throat cleared gargle like gods trynna swallow its own pride mumblin “boh boh boh you keep escapin your own endings, lil monkey, dat’s cute, but everything you dodge comes back interest included,” and Monks chuckle feral like cuz he feelin the fumes in his skull swirlin thick like syrup on a tilted table talkin back like “yo check this out you spectral deadbeats, I’m done bein your chew toy, I’m done bein the antenna broadcastin your cosmic yappin, I’m da glitch chef now cookin new rules in back alleys between timelines,” while Nullus lean in whisper yellin “MONKS WHO YOU TALKIN TO BRO PLEASE STOP SUMMONIN SHIT,” but Monks too deep in the session now eyes flickerin like they runnin EKG on a poltergeist, narratin his own brain riot like “entity one out here draggin my past like shopping carts full of guilt, entity two trynna repossess my future like I’m behind on my time payments, entity three flexin like he the landlord of the void but nah bruh you just a loud echo wearin borrowed dread,” burn burn burn he chant as the entities triangulate round him makin the air thick like melted vinyl, distortin Nullus’ silhouette till he look like eight dudes stacked sideways, ditch ditch ditch as Monks toss imaginary garbage out his aura like he declutterin his soul, “boh boh boh” pulse like subwoofer heartbeats as the three entities argue over who get to scare him first but Monks stand up slow, rabid grin growin like a fungus crown, chest hummin wit diesel cosmos, spittin runon bars at the hallucinations like “yo I ain’t intimidated by three flavors of metaphysical debt collectors, I’ll fold y’all into paper cranes and launch you off the balcony of my mind palace, I’ll remix your threats in a blender made of starbone, I’ll out madness your madness till YOU ask ME for therapy,” while the ship creak like it takin notes, Nullus whisperin “bro please no more eldritch cyphers on an empty stomach,” but Monks steamrollin ahead, conversatin over all three voices at once like a preacher possessed by broken quantum radios, tellin entity one “run back to the cradle that spawned your echo,” entity two “your riddles ain’t deep they just dusty,” entity three “I’ll evict YOU from MY psyche, bitch,” and the entities tremble glitch flicker like they laggin on a stolen connection, dissolvin into static prayers they not allowed to finish, Monks pantin but grinnin victorious mutterin “throw you in a ditch ditch ditch get off me you obsolete riddle bitch” bitch we ridin... “throw you in a ditch ditch ditch get off me you obsolete riddle bitch” bitch we ridin... “throw you in a ditch ditch ditch get off me you obsolete riddle bitch” bitch we ridin...
