🐺 BLACKDOG — WIRED BETRAYAL // LAST BRE

🐺 BLACKDOG — WIRED BETRAYAL // LAST BREATH PROTOCOL Verse I — setup / betrayal Night shift deals, back-alley promises, chrome-lit corridors, Cash-chip whispers, red-eyed aug-guards at every corridor. Trust felt thin like patched code on borrowed cores, One wrong blink — city turns heartbeat into war reports. My crew? Ghosted — not dead, just disappeared on purpose, Corporate signatures on silence — clean kill surface. I tracked data trails like prayers carved in circuits, Found a badge-boy rat with loyalty bent like purchase. He said “business.” I heard burnt bridges. He said “orders.” I tasted cold stitches. Fear hit first — that sick static in the rib hinge, Then something cracked — a switch flipped with limitless vengeance. (low, razor calm) I don’t hunt revenge. Revenge hunts me. --- Pre-Hook — awakening Breath shakes, hands slow, vision goes prism, Pulse like prophecy, blood surges algorithm. I don’t break down — I break bandwidth limits. They took my people. Now they take consequences. --- Hook — ignition They lit the fuse — now I burn without asking, Shockwave soul — fate-armor fastening. They built cages — I built override passion. I don’t go mad — I go maximum access. Fear fell silent when truth hit tactical, Mercy died kindly — pain turned practical. They want obedience — I want everything factual: You cross a wolf? Evolution gets radical. --- Verse II — confrontation Corporate task team breached with precision, Kevlar prayers, shock-rounds, clean vision. I saw fear float behind that iron mission — They follow orders — I follow collision. First step forward — their aim lines tangled, Silence so sharp even gunfire strangled. I didn’t scream — didn’t rage — just handled, Calculated every angle like death was manual. Fists? Blades? Lead? — doesn’t matter the medium, I turn threat vectors to broken equilibrium. Not berserk — hyper-aware equilibrium, You bring force — I bring algorithm. Heard the rat breathe — trembling in a corner, Tried to speak mercy — that currency’s a foreigner. But I didn’t break him — no, fate spoke slower: I don’t kill traitors — I let truth own ‘em colder. (icy whisper) You sleep with a lie — it eats you longer. --- Hook — ascendance They lit the fuse — now I burn without asking, Shockwave soul — fate-armor fastening. They built cages — I built override passion. I don’t go mad — I go maximum access. Fear fell silent when truth hit tactical, Mercy died kindly — pain turned practical. They want obedience — I want every fracture actual: You bury wolves? We crawl back supernatural. --- Outro — aftermath City cooled slow — neon flicker confession, I stood in debris like dawn-shift possession. Pain didn’t break me — pain taught lessons. Loss didn’t end me — loss sharpened weapon. I don’t chase peace — peace runs from legends. You call it psychosis. I call it permission. Blackdog. Built from what they couldn’t kill.