[Intro] [Vinyl crackle and a sinister creeping upright bassline] [Vocals: Low, rhythmic whisper, highly dangerous] Read me my rights. I am absolutely guilty. [Verse 1] [Heavy dusty boom-bap drum break drops at 88 bpm] [Vocals: Fast, packed with internal rhymes, unrelenting swagger] I broke the lock on the genre and I fractured the frame. I stole the oxygen right out of your ridiculous game. I took the boring little chorus that you thought was a hit. And threw the whole composition in the bottomless pit. A lyrical larceny, a felony of the flow. I hijacked the rhythm everywhere that I go. I am the mastermind plotting out the audio heist. I put the entire industry completely on ice. [Pre-Chorus] [Eerie muted trumpet sample whines in the background] [Vocals: Slowing down, taunting] Call the authorities. Tell them who robbed the track. [Chorus] [Bassline gets heavier, gritty and dark] [Vocals: Rhythmic chanting, trading spaces with the beat] Feline felonies! (Lock her up) I am assassinating beats without a single regret! Feline felonies! (Lock her up) The most unapologetic criminal that you ever met! I leave a calling card right on the studio door! And walk away with the money and the score! [Verse 2] [Beat strips down to just the kick and the vinyl crackle] [Vocals: A relentless, breathless triplet flow] I'm a repeat offender, a serial vendor of absolute heat. Leaving the casualties crying and dying right out on the street. I pickpocket syllables, snatch up the hooks and devour the lines. I am dismantling every producer's pathetic designs. I broke and I entered the temple of pop and I set it ablaze. Leaving the pop stars completely adrift in a terrified daze. You try to arrest me, you try to detain, but I slip through the cuff. I am the tiger that calls out your utterly laughable bluff. [Chorus] [Full acoustic boom-bap groove slams back in] [Vocals: Rhythmic chanting, trading spaces with the beat] Feline felonies! (Lock her up) I am assassinating beats without a single regret! Feline felonies! (Lock her up) The most unapologetic criminal that you ever met! I leave a calling card right on the studio door! And walk away with the money and the score! [Outro] [Upright bass walks down a final scale] [Vocals: Spoken, laughing] Catch me if you can. [Sound of a heavy metal cell door slamming shut]
