\[INTRO — TEMPORAL DISPATCH\] \[Radio static. Sirens. DeLorean engine revving.\] DISPATCH: Temporal anomaly detected. Year: 2099. Suspect: WASTED. Threat level: UNSTOPPABLE. \[Countdown: 5… 4… 3… 2…\] WASTED: They thought the future was safe, They thought the timeline was locked, But they forgot one thing… IM WASTED! \[MASSIVE DISTORTED 808 DROP. FERAL COWBELL MELODY.\] \[HOOK — WASTED!\] I'm WASTED, got the past in my sights, 2099, black truck cutting through the night. NTSF on my tail, got the whole force stressed, Time machine smoking, got a warrant on my chest. WASTED in the cockpit, red lights on the dash, DeLorean doing donuts while the timelines crash. They yell, “Freeze, federal agent!”—I say, “Catch me instead!” I'm a glitch in the system with a bounty on my head! WASTED! FROM! THE! FUTURE! 808 hit like a bomb! NTSF ON MY TAIL! But I'm already gone! \[VERSE 1 — FEDERAL PURSUIT\] Black SUV rolling through a neon-lit zone, Classified file with my name on the drone. NTSF agents kicking doors down fast, Trying to arrest me for disturbing the past. Future-tech plates and a flux capacitor, Timeline bending like a cheap movie adapter. Agent screaming, “WASTED! Put your hands in the air!” I'm halfway through 1999 with the wind in my hair. Prescott in the rearview, Yavapai in the haze, 2099 on the clock, got the whole world amazed. Paradox brewing in the back of the ride, Radio screaming, “THE TIMELINE JUST SPLIT!” Wrong year, wrong place, wrong time, wrong case, Got a time-travel felony and a classified face. Lock down the streets, monitor the skies— You can't put a price on a future-born surprise! \[HOOK\] I'm WASTED!, got the past in my sights, 2099, black truck cutting through the night. NTSF on my tail, got the whole force stressed, Time machine smoking, got a warrant on my chest. JACKED FROM THE FUTURE—NO BRAKES, NO FEAR! NTSF got the warrant, but the future ain't here! \[VERSE 2 — NTSF VS. WASTED\] Commander with tactical shades, A room full of maps and a stack of subpoenas. “Track that time machine! Lock down the grid!” Meanwhile, I'm in another decade doing what they forbid. Future-self recording on a classified drive: “Don't trust the timeline if you wanna survive.” A version of Wasted buried deep in the files, 1337 iteration hiding under corrupted trials. Five-oh clearance, black seal on the door, O5 looking nervous when the bass hits the floor. MASTERSERVER on the console, encrypted archive, Guardian Alpha protocol: keep the timeline alive. Wasted wants answers, and the clock won't wait. When the future writes the past, who's controlling fate? NTSF in formation, black SUVs converge, I hit the temporal switch and watch reality diverge! \[BRIDGE — TEMPORAL LOCKDOWN\] \[Beat cuts. Electrical hum.\] DISPATCH: Subject WASTED entered an unauthorized timeline. COMMAND: Activate temporal lockdown. DISPATCH: Lockdown failed. COMMAND: Deploy the SUV unit. DISPATCH: Already deployed. COMMAND: Then why is he behind us? \[Distorted laughter.\] WASTED: 'Cause you're chasing the wrong version of me. Welcome to 2099. THE FUTURE AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE! \[Silence. FILTHY 808 DROP.\] \[VERSE 3 — 2099 TAKEOVER\] Chrome on the wheels, neon red on the street, Got the whole damn timeline synchronized to the beat. Flying down the freeway where the old world stood, Half the city's made of steel, half reclaimed by the woods. NTSF helicopters in a digital storm, I've been breaking time since before they were born. Thermal scans, facial recognition— I got alternate realities and a bad premonition. DeLorean doors rise as the whole sky glows, Every version of the truth is a secret nobody knows. WASTED in the future, but my roots stay planted, Every time they say I'm finished, another timeline gets granted. MASTERSERVER in the archive, WASTED on the run, Two sides of the story till the final day comes. If the future wants war, let the bassline decide— I'm jacked from the future, with the past on my side! \[FINAL HOOK — MAXIMUM DISTORTION\] JACKED FROM THE FUTURE! Let the whole block shake! NTSF ON THE HUNT! Make the timeline break! Black SUV convoy, red lights in the rain, 2099 WASTED, going straight through the frame! JACKED FROM THE FUTURE, can't contain this threat! Every timeline they erase is another one I get! 808s hit harder, let the whole world know— YOU CAN ARREST THE MAN, BUT YOU CAN'T ARREST THE FLOW! \[OUTRO — CLASSIFIED RECORDING\] DISPATCH: Subject absent from incident location. COMMAND: Where did he go? DISPATCH: Unknown. COMMAND: What year? DISPATCH: Sir… timestamp says 1999. \[Cassette clicks.\] WASTED: See you in 2099. \[Final bass hit. Tape stops.\]
