Nine Lives, Zero Patience

[Intro] [Rapid ticking hi-hats over a sweeping low-pass filter] [Vocals: Fast, clipped, checking a watch] I got a meeting at the summit. I got a flight to catch. You got exactly three seconds. Speak. [Verse 1] [Massive, rolling drum and bass breakbeat drops at 174 bpm] [Vocals: Breathless, racing the beat, syllables packed incredibly tight] I got a schedule to demolish, got a record to produce. I am cutting off the chatter, I am tightening the noose. Got an interview at seven, got a photo shoot at eight. Got a dozen minor rivals I am destined to deflate. You are walking in my perimeter, talking out your neck. I am signing off the authorization for the total wreck. I got a stylist, got a driver, got a pilot on the phone. I am operating strictly in an isolated zone. Do not ask me for a favor, do not ask me for a light. I am booked to absolute capacity through the entire night. [Chorus] [The bassline thickens into a distorted, grinding wobble] [Vocals: Slightly slower, incredibly aggressive, hitting the downbeat hard] I got nine lives! Zero patience! (Zero!) Skip the little pleasantries and skip the salutations! I got nine lives! Zero time! (Zero!) I am leaving every single slow pedestrian behind! [Verse 2] [Beat shifts into a complex, stuttering rhythm] [Vocals: Triplet flow, razor-sharp] Calculate the minute, evaluate the second. I am a force of physics that you clearly haven't reckoned. You are lagging on the download, buffering the thought. I have already extracted every single thing you got. Got a fitting for a cover, got a vocal to record. I am permanently, desperately, violently bored By the slow articulation of your ordinary mind. I am stepping on the gas and leaving yesterday behind. Got to sign another contract, got to finalize the deal. I do not have the inventory necessary just to feel. [Chorus] [The bassline thickens into a distorted, grinding wobble] [Vocals: Slightly slower, incredibly aggressive, hitting the downbeat hard] I got nine lives! Zero patience! (Zero!) Skip the little pleasantries and skip the salutations! I got nine lives! Zero time! (Zero!) I am leaving every single slow pedestrian behind! [Outro] [Beat suddenly drops out. Just a ticking clock sound.] [Vocals: Exhaling sharply] Time's up. [A single, heavy snare crack ends the track instantly]