[Cold Open: 3-note motif, sub, music box] [Male, dark theatrical] Whisper the code. Breathe for the crew. Heh… You hear that? [silence] (What?) Heh... Neither do they. [needle drop] [Verse 1: Male spoken battle rap] Born where the streetlights drown in the rain, Main Street smiling while it circles the drain. Lock every door, then hand me the key, Tell me I’m trapped— (Heh…) then call me free. Rules on rules on rules, all neatly stated, Truth gets trimmed, stamped and regulated. Fate feels gated — frustrated, weighted, Every outcome pre-calculated. Cold halls, hard falls — pressure gets measured, Edge honed sharp where the sane get weathered. No flex — say less — move clean — stay lean, Everybody’s crazy— I’m just less discreet. (Ha-ha…) [Pre-Hook: Male, sarcastic] You call this normal? (chuckle) Look around. Everybody’s smiling while the whole thing burns down. [Hook: Male battle cadence] My life. My game. My night. You want wrong? I’ll show you right. Lock the doors. Kill the lights. Tell me again— who lost their fight? (Ha-ha…) You build the cage. You make the rules. Then act surprised when I make them tools. Knock me down? I’ll laugh and rise. The funniest joke— is your disguise. [Verse 2: Male spoken battle rap] [transform scratch] Order saved you. Rules keep you clean. Nice little boxes inside the machine. Work. Buy. Smile. Repeat. Call that living? (Heh…) That’s adorable. Everybody talks like they know what’s true, Till truth turns around and looks at you. Planes become weapons. Markets become gods. People beg systems to improve the odds. Pain gets labeled. Fear gets sold. Buy something shiny. Do what you’re told. And me? I laugh. (Ha…) Somewhere between the promise and price— you all went insane… and called it life. [transform scratch] Life—life—life [Hook Reprise: Male] My life. My game. My night. Tell me again— who lost their friends? [transform scratch] Ha… Ha… Ha-ha… HA! Ha… Ha-ha… HA! Ha-ha! [chirp scratch] Ha-ha—HA! Ha-ha—HA! [crab scratch] Ha-ha-ha—HAHA! [transform scratch] Ha—ha—ha—HA! Ha-ha—HA! Ha-ha—HA! [crab scratch] HA-HA-HA-HA! [Fracture: Male intimate spoken word] [vinyl brake] Then boom— whole world went static. Pain on repeat— straight cinematic. Five a.m. Neon white. Four long hours arguing with night. The world slows down when the body says stop. Every small move makes another thing drop. Doctors talk. Machines all sing. Funny how silence explains everything. (Heh…) They said breathe. I breathed. They said bend. I bent. They said this is normal. [silence] That’s when I knew what normal meant. [transform scratch] Heh… Heh-heh… [crab scratch] HAHA! [Female Interlude: soulful jazz, harp] They call him reckless… I know better. They see the storm. I see the weather. They hear laughter, think he’s lost inside— I see the only man who stopped believing the lie. [Female Interlude] (Mmm…) They step back. I step near. Maybe madness is seeing clear. [soulful jazz run] Ooh… mm-mm… ahh… Some men break when the whole world starts— [soft chuckle] He just learned to break its heart. [oboe danger line] [Male, softly] There she is. That's my girl. [Verse 3: Male battle rap] [transform scratch] Next step — reset — mask off — flame lit, Walk through the room like I already changed it. Freight-train cadence — stainless pace, Everybody judging with a mask on their face. Underdog...? King...? Pick your name. Everybody needs labels to understand the game. Truth moves slow. I think quicker. Lights go dark— my smile gets bigger. (Ha-ha…) Shadow hands wanna pull every string, Plastic little crowns make plastic little kings. Ghost in the code? I follow the trail. Build me a system— I’ll find where it fails. Block my lane? Build your wall? I’ll skip the door and take the hall. Call me broken. Call me sick. Call me anything— just make it quick. [beat dropout] [Male, amused] I’ve got plans. [Break: beat juggling, bass clarinet] [transform scratch] Who’s crazy? [chirp scratch] Who decides? [reverse vinyl] Who writes “normal” on the outside? [transform scratch] Ha… [chirp scratch] Ha-ha… [crab scratch] Ha-ha-ha… Everybody. Smile. [vinyl stop] [Spoken Bridge: Male dark theatrical] My life. My mind. I defend mine. Your little line? I crossed it three exits back. You’re not your job. They’re not your friends. Everybody pretends. I just stopped. Too late? (chuckle) Checkmate. [sub hit x2] [Final Hook: Male battle cadence] My life. My game. My night. You want wrong? I’ll show you right. Lock the doors. Kill the lights. Tell me again— WHO LOST THEIR MIND? (HAHAHAHA…) You build the cage. You make the rules. I make chaos out of your tools. Knock me down? I’ll laugh and rise. The whole damn world— is the punchline. [transform scratch] Punch—punch—punchline [Female soulful run] Ooh… ah-ah… mmm… [Outro: bass clarinet 3-note motif] [Male, calm] Grit at the core. Laugh first. Learn fast. Trust carefully. Fuck around… [vinyl brake] and find out. [Female, intimate] Controlled chaos.
