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CharlieWebb

Unit 8 – CRASHWALKER

CharlieWebb

hardcore boom bap, intellectual rap, complex rhyme scheme, narrative storytelling

[Intro] (sampled old tape crackle)
(static crackles, lo-fi beat sneaks in)
Unit 8...
Helium Blood... let's go...

[Verse 1]
NASA stitched lies in a velvet thread,
Buzz rock a square, Mason Lodge on his head,
Collins drift, orbiting secrets instead,
Droppin' out, Armstrong left the press for dead.

Carrying Fire — Apollo rites,
Greek myths in the cockpit ignite the flights,
Rand Corp chairs with a cold oversight,
No God found, just shadows in endless night.

Low grades, high ranks, West Point door,
Backroom favors, bloodlines score,
Board rooms whispered, Tavistock lore,
Space suits stitched with a secret war.

Michael ain't bow to the globe combine,
Refused that dream of a "United Mind,"
Didn't flinch at the world-bank shrine,
Kept it low, but still walked their line.

[Hook] (steady swing, snapping cymbals)
Blood on the launchpad, smoke in the scripts,
Collins blood veins carry sunken ships,
Orbit don't lie but the mouths might slip,
Still the green Earth spins on the Devil's whip. (x2)

[Verse 2] (faster flip, heavier rhyme stacking)
Witch hunts in Marblehead, whispers in Salem,
Collins name dance where the black spells hailin',
Accused in Lynn when the fires inhalin',
Satan's breath cold on the courtroom wailin'.

1640—marks on the scroll,
Witchcraft roots from the aquifer holes,
Sailed from Britain where the aristos fold,
Carvin’ out bloodlines, centuries old.

See 'em stretch west like a stain on maps,
Some wear crowns, some deal the cracks,
Some blend in with a scholar's laugh,
While some in black robes conjure up their past.

Francis, Edward, John — branches breed,
Roots in the ground but they sow new seeds,
Some wear robes, some cut backroom deals,
Still the Collins chain spins the unseen wheels.

[Bridge] (slower, sinister piano creeps in)
Hidden in marble, hidden in silk,
Sip from the grail while the righteous wilt,
Lookin' at the heavens while the contracts built,
But the Earth still sings under oceans of guilt...

[Hook] (harder punch on delivery)
Blood on the launchpad, smoke in the scripts,
Collins blood veins carry sunken ships,
Orbit don't lie but the mouths might slip,
Still the green Earth spins on the Devil's whip. (x2)

[Outro] (beat fades into heartbeat bass and tape hiss)
Earth don’t lie...
Stars don't cry...
But man will...

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[Intro] (sampled old tape crackle) (static crackles, lo-fi beat sneaks in) Unit 8... Helium Blood... let's go... [Verse 1] NASA stitched lies in a velvet thread, Buzz rock a square, Mason Lodge on his head, Collins drift, orbiting secrets instead, Droppin' out, Armstrong left the press for dead. Carrying Fire — Apollo rites, Greek myths in the cockpit ignite the flights, Rand Corp chairs with a cold oversight, No God found, just shadows in endless night. Low grades, high ranks, West Point door, Backroom favors, bloodlines score, Board rooms whispered, Tavistock lore, Space suits stitched with a secret war. Michael ain't bow to the globe combine, Refused that dream of a "United Mind," Didn't flinch at the world-bank shrine, Kept it low, but still walked their line. [Hook] (steady swing, snapping cymbals) Blood on the launchpad, smoke in the scripts, Collins blood veins carry sunken ships, Orbit don't lie but the mouths might slip, Still the green Earth spins on the Devil's whip. (x2) [Verse 2] (faster flip, heavier rhyme stacking) Witch hunts in Marblehead, whispers in Salem, Collins name dance where the black spells hailin', Accused in Lynn when the fires inhalin', Satan's breath cold on the courtroom wailin'. 1640—marks on the scroll, Witchcraft roots from the aquifer holes, Sailed from Britain where the aristos fold, Carvin’ out bloodlines, centuries old. See 'em stretch west like a stain on maps, Some wear crowns, some deal the cracks, Some blend in with a scholar's laugh, While some in black robes conjure up their past. Francis, Edward, John — branches breed, Roots in the ground but they sow new seeds, Some wear robes, some cut backroom deals, Still the Collins chain spins the unseen wheels. [Bridge] (slower, sinister piano creeps in) Hidden in marble, hidden in silk, Sip from the grail while the righteous wilt, Lookin' at the heavens while the contracts built, But the Earth still sings under oceans of guilt... [Hook] (harder punch on delivery) Blood on the launchpad, smoke in the scripts, Collins blood veins carry sunken ships, Orbit don't lie but the mouths might slip, Still the green Earth spins on the Devil's whip. (x2) [Outro] (beat fades into heartbeat bass and tape hiss) Earth don’t lie... Stars don't cry... But man will...

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