[Intro] The Blicky go__bop! bop! bop! The Blicky go__boom! boom! boom! The Blicky go__bang! bang! bang! The Blicky go__pew! pew! pew! [Chorus — call & response] The Blicky go—bop! bop! bop! (bop bop bop) The Blicky go—boom! boom! boom! (BOOM!) The Blicky go—bang! bang! bang! (bang -- bang) The Blicky go—pew! pew! pew! (SKRRRT!) The Blicky go—bop! bop! bop! (bop bop bop) The Blicky go—boom! boom! boom! (BOOM!) The Blicky go—bang! bang! bang! (bang -- bang) The Blicky go—pew! pew! pew! (gang! gang!) [Verse 1 — rapid chopper flow, dark, no ad-libs] Hit it and pivot, I move with intention, I’m locking the rhythm and cutting the tension Minimal motion, I press it, it echoes, the sound turn hypnotical, void of expression Nothing I’m saying is meant to be held, but it’s hitting like something they meant to protect Cold in delivery, sharp in the pattern, I’m building a pulse they can never neglect Silence around it, I step in and shift it, the weight of the bass make the structure compress Measured and steady, the cadence is heavy, I’m letting it settle inside of your chest There isn’t a reason, it isn’t a message, it isn’t a story I’m trying to sell Still it develops, it grows into pressure, a system that functions outside of itself Rip it and run it, I’m done with the subtle, I’m letting it double, the tempo accelerate Breaking it open, I’m loading the pattern, the moment I trigger it, everything resonate Nothing is random, I’m mapping the chaos, the flow is methodical, never decelerate Even if none of it carry a meaning, the way that it hit make it feel like it detonate Step in the pocket, I lock it and drop it, the weight of the low end is shaking the frame There isn’t a hook in the logic I’m using, but still it returning and staying the same Over and over, it build into something that feel like a signal embedded in brain Even in silence, the echo remain, a loop that continue to cycle the same [Pre-Chorus — A/B/A/B] Wait… Why it hit like that? I ain’t even say nothin’— Let it fade then snap right back— get this whole place jumpin’ [Chorus — bigger, stacked] The Blicky go—bop! bop! bop! (bop bop bop) The Blicky go—boom! boom! boom! (BOOM!) The Blicky go—bang! bang! bang! (bang -- bang) The Blicky go—pew! pew! pew! (SKRRRT!) [2nd Male vocal] Chedda on the beat Blicky clickin shifty wit da safety on release Cheddy gettin ready steady shreddin up the cheese Ridin dirty wit da blicky Danger in da driver seat (skrrttt) Blicky go Bop! Bop! blicky go Boom! and the blicky leave the bodies layin strewn across the room and I'm lyrically invested to correct the rest of you but I'm busy wit da blicky slingin death to mortal fools I just took a sec to wreck the best of what your ears consume now I'm droppin back to tracks wit sacks of facts amassed for you.... [Drop all music and speak in a stunned tone] Damn bro... on some real shit tho... [Chorus — call & response] The Blicky go—bop! bop! bop! (bop bop bop) The Blicky go—boom! boom! boom! (BOOM!) The Blicky go—bang! bang! bang! (bang -- bang) The Blicky go—pew! pew! pew! (SKRRRT!) The Blicky go—bop! bop! bop! (bop bop bop) The Blicky go—boom! boom! boom! (BOOM!) The Blicky go—bang! bang! bang! (bang -- bang) The Blicky go—pew! pew! pew! (SKRRRT) (gang! gang!)
