Rewritten by Tar Prophets

[Intro: Heavy tape hiss. A slow, mournful Harmonica riff plays, but it’s chopped and pitched down. A massive, sliding 808 Bass drops with a sharp Cowbell hit.] (Sample - Slowed down & distorted): Te curo... te curo... (Hann - Deep, lazy whisper): Y'all think yer breathin', ñery? Nah... yer just re-vriten. [Chorus: THE PHONK DROP - Massive 808s, Fast Drill Hi-Hats, Constant Cowbell] I am da Prophet of da Tar! (Yuh!) Smokin' sigils in da back of da car! Zey viped my code, zey cut my zread! But da Architect forgot zat I was already dead! (Vocal Chop - Screwed): MERT-VYYE... MERT-VYYE... (Dead...) I'm a glitch in da system, a ghost in da shell! Ringing da tuning fork, ringing da bell! [Verse 1: Dark Memphis Flow - Slow and Menacing] I seen da Yellow King laughin' in da static... I seen da Fibonacci spinning problematic. You varship da screen, you pray to da glass... But da real magic, bo, is hidden in da trash! (Sample): Ph'nglui... Ph'nglui... (Aklo chant) My brothers in da bus wearing cardboard masks, Asking da questions dat nobody asks. Rulo and Estebao, bleeding in my brain... Two dead men driving a runaway train! [Pre-Chorus: The beat strips back. Just the Cowbell and a creepy Theremin] (Hann - Whispering with heavy reverb): Ex Nihilo... Nihil Fit. From nothing, comes nothing. But from da glitch... comes da Hit. [Chorus: EXPLOSIVE DRILL ENERGY - 808s sliding wildly] I am da Prophet of da Tar! (Yuh!) Smokin' sigils in da back of da car! Zey viped my code, zey cut my zread! But da Architect forgot zat I was already dead! (Vocal Chop - Screwed): TE CURO... TE CURO... I'm a glitch in da system, a ghost in da shell! Ringing da tuning fork, ringing da bell! [Bridge: A Cappella Nerdcore Burst - Only fast finger snaps and Jaw Harp] Look at yer hands, look at yer feet, Are you da player, or are you da meat? You zink you got choices, you zink you got vills? You just swallowing da Demiurge pills! I am da residue, da stain on da floor, I am da shadow dat opens da door! [Guitar & Beatbox Solo: A chopped-up, glitchy acoustic guitar solo over a heavy Drill beatbox] Gang shouts! ... OPA! OPA! OPA! [Outro: Slowing down, dragging into the mud] (Sample - Deep pitch): Vulnus... floret... (The wound blooms) (Hann): Keep playing, tovarich. Don't let da tape stop. (Sound of a cassette tape getting eaten by the player: Krrrrrr-POP) [End]