[singer A] INTRO What? Y'all figured the cipher was finished? Nah. Doors locked. Nine deep. No spectators. M.J.E.K.— bring the motherfucking swarm in. VERSE 1 I strike methodically— Aristotle's logic and psychology can't define how I keep dropping these anomalies. Verbally commit grand larceny, flee with the property, possibly they spotted me— probably plotting to follow me. Battle-scarred swordsman, pen strike tremendous, ultraviolet shine— blind lenses, burn forensics. Drastic rap tactics, black-clad jackets, blades under fabric. Heads by the score take flight— ignite the masss-eesssssss. Bold soldier, control the globe slowly, steel swing through smoke— cold like shanobee. Stomp grounds, footprints deep in solid rock— nine got it locked, live from the hottest block. [transition] [singer B] Mask off, I walk in clean No smoke, you still feel the heat Quiet steps on the marble floor But I came here to be seen F#$k a mask, I want that view All my scars in the open too You keep guessing what I might be I let it sit right in front of you Mask off, f#$k it, mask off I don’t need it, I don’t need it Mask off, f#$k it, mask off But you need to see me Mask off, f#$k it, mask off I don’t hide, I don’t freeze it Mask off, f#$k it, mask off But you need to see me (see me) [transition] [singer A] VERSE 6 War of the masses, outcome disastrous, families save what remains in the ashes. Names on walls, engraved into plaques, some went forward— some never came back. Another heart torn, close ones mourn, empty chair sitting where a body kept warm. Some wars end overseas. Some come home behind somebody's eyes. VERSE 8 Yo—fuck that, gray-black Pumas stacked, navy-green leather, black seams down the back. Two-faced scum numb when the heavy hands contact, flash catch the fist— picture forms before impact. Thousand-dollar corduroy, champion mechanics, split English from Dutch when the syntax gets frantic. Noble mathematics, three deep, family tactics, Caesar needs greens— register jams from the stacks. One signal fractures, fragments carrying the name— one voice enters. A thousand leave changed. [transition] [singer B] If I break, let it show If I’m cold, let it go I’ve been built from the floor Now I’m standing exposed No disguise, no alibi Just my name in the light You can love it or leave it I’m still here tonight [transition] [singer A] VERSE 9 — MJEK Ayo— verbal foul hawk, thoughts connect, make the man-child walk, swift notarizer, high-riser, New York mouth-talk. Dosage precise, pen lines ferocious, delegate explosives— each sentence leaves smoke with it. White-gold tarantula, copper conducting, truck-diesel tongue— every consonant combusting. Cerebral cathedral, ventricular percussion, vertebrae pass every drumbeat discussion. Malleus, incus, stapes relay, axon sparks, synapse snaps— signal away. Carbon in cortex came out of dead stars, iron in blood from celestial scars. So when I spit— old suns talk through me, dead light, new lungs— new tongue, same fury. One verse enters nine minds, nine versions survive, each one remembers a different line. Years pass. One phrase remains. Some kid samples it, puts drums underneath. That's Forever. Not living forever— making the origin impossible to remember. Somebody hears it. Nods once. Adds a rhyme. OUTRO What? Still counting? One. Nine. A thousand. Doesn't matter. The saga continues. M.J.E.K. 45th chamber
