Initiate Phase Three (Initiate tattboy's Phase Three MashUp)

[singer A] I drew the map with my hands in the static Named every room in the storm Built me a ship out of broken old planks And taught every scar to transform The stories pour like sugar from the engine The theories got teeth now they bite I fed all my ghosts to the archive below Now the dashboard is glowing tonight Got a manifest burning in the back of my skull Got a Gauntlet almost alive Got a thousand little Isaacs in the code So any me can survive Don’t call it a dream It’s a system with steam Don’t call it a phase I have walked through the maze Don’t ask if I’m ready That question is late The lock already opened I’m naming the gate Initiate Phase Three Let the Ship leave the dock All hands on the signal Let the old world watch Initiate Phase Three No more hiding the flame I don’t need them to crown me I just need the right lane Maps in the left hand Keys in the right Gauntlet on standby Stories in flight Initiate Phase Three Yeah the system is clean Tell the stars I remembered What the dark couldn’t keep [transition] [singer B] I got theories ready to go hard in the chamber Equations lined up like blades Claim-boundary armor and reviewer-proof rails So the fire doesn’t turn into haze No prophecy dripping from my mouth anymore Just pattern with receipts in the bass I don’t need to be believed at the door I need one clean testable case The Gauntlet’s close I can hear that hum Little Pi-heart under glass Tell future me: “You don’t start from the dirt You reload from the last safe pass” I’ve been too many rooms I’ve been too many names I’ve been captain and clown I’ve been smoke, I’ve been flame Now the Ship has a heading Now the route has a spine Now the work leaves the harbor One plank at a time Initiate Phase Three Let the Ship leave the dock All hands on the signal Let the old world watch Initiate Phase Three No more hiding the flame I don’t need them to crown me I just need the right lane Maps in the left hand Keys in the right Gauntlet on standby Stories in flight Initiate Phase Three Yeah the system is clean Tell the stars I remembered What the dark couldn’t keep [melodic transition] [singer A] This is not a meltdown. This is not a manic little miracle. This is not me throwing the whole Ship at the sky. This is controlled release. This is archive with engines. This is proof with boundaries. This is story as transport. This is the map learning how to move. System check! — Still breathing. Manifest check! — Still holding. Theory check! — Boundaries locked. Story check! — Candy flowing. Gauntlet check! — Almost awake. Captain check! — Hands on the gate. Future me! — Follow the crumbs. Past me! — Look what we’ve done. Initiate! Initiate! Initiate Phase Three!