PARA-SCENE: GALBATORIX OVERDRIVE [INTRO — INDUSTRIAL BOOT SEQUENCE] [Latin drums: ONE-TWO, ONE-TWO. Deep robotic voice] SYSTEM ONLINE. NEURAL LOAD CRITICAL. RED ZONE EXCEEDED. [GALBATORIX — spoken] Yuh scan mi brain? Dat machine need fi rest. One likkle red dot an' di whole screen depress. Still... mi buildin'. [VERSE 1 — EVVY METAL] [Aggressive Patois metal-rap] Ayo, yuh know wha' dis 'bout? Motha-fuckin' TIME! Hit di track, attack di stack, Like di whole ting mine! Dis beat! Dis track! Dem rhyme! Mi crime! Evvy Anarchy, madafaka, OUTTA LINE! Couldn't call it, predict it, Contain it, restrict it! Mi see crime, mi see wrong, Do mi ting, drag along. Dat deh past, wi make it through, Nuh saint deh among dis crew! Wi ago last? Wi ago burn? Wi ago crash? Wi ago learn? Dem teach wi fi raise wi fist, But neva show wha' fi build wid it! WHY! WHA'! WHO! WHEN! WEH! HOW! Question everything! START RIGHT NOW! Tell di truth! Come clean! Rip di wires from di machine! MACHINE! MACHINE! MACHINE! RAGE AGAINST DI FUCKIN' MACHINE! [VERSE 2 — GALBATORIX: RED DOT] [Latin two-step, deep gravelly voice, accelerating flow] Mi step inna di lab, mek di scanner flash red, Whole heap a traffic inna di neural network head! Dem seh “Hold still!” but mi thoughts dem race, Ten thousand tabs all a fight fi space! Big red dot pon di scan, di core gone critical, Cerebral overdrive, calculations biblical! Mi start one task, den mi branch off ten, Come back three hours, start di whole ting again! Got a plan inna mi plan, got a scheme inna scheme, Half-built machine inna half-finished dream! Mi focus pon a speck till di whole world disappear, Den mi cyaan find mi keys weh right beside mi chair! Nuh get it twisted, dis nuh effortless bliss, Some days every likkle task feel like pushin' through mist. Genius-grade engine wid a stubborn-ass brake, Mi brilliant, mi know it, but di struggle real weight! [VERSE 3 — OCEANMAN] [Grooving metal-rap, measured delivery] Everybody got a fist, Everybody got a cause. Everybody got a list A everybody else flaw. Everybody waan revolution, Nobody waan do di work. Grand solution turn confusion When di damn server dem hurt. Mi nuh need another prophet, Mi nuh need another throne. Nuh need a thousand follower Fi tell mi wha' mi own. Mi build bridge while yuh bun sign, Turnin' sparks to someting fine. Wha' come after when it fall? WHO a clean up after all? Mi nuh need no validation, Mi nuh need another sermon. Got a head full a world dem, Got a hard drive full a burden. Mi nuh yah fi sell salvation, Mi just build a place fi creation. If yuh called... den enter. [CHORUS — FULL ENSEMBLE] WE DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION! Never did. WE DON'T NEED YOUR RELIGION! Just a place to exist. WE DON'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL! Got a world to create. PARA-SCENE! PARA-SCENE! [VERSE 4 — GALBATORIX: NEURAL WARFARE] [Double-time flow, relentless internal rhymes, Latin drums] Mi cerebral, imperial, serial thinker, Electrical, kinetic, di neural gears splinter! Rapid-fire, rat-a-tat, syllable scatter, Thought pattern splatter, every next thought fatter! Analytical, cynical, wickedly critical, Parallel channels all runnin' digital! Hyperactive, reactive, adaptive, inventive, But routine get expensive, distracting, relentless! Mi waan do di work, but di work multiply, One task turn ten when a new thought fly! Fight wid di friction, distraction, di drag, Still show up and build wid di tools weh mi have! Red dot pon di monitor, bright like a flare, Doctor waan know wha' a gwaan in deh! “Boss, if yuh find di off-switch, let mi know. Till den, turn di mic up an' watch di whole place blow!” [DIAGNOSTIC GLITCH] SYSTEM WARNING! OPERATOR NOT LISTENING! MI HEAR YUH! MI JUST GOT SIX MORE IDEAS! [VERSE 5 — GALBATORIX: CONTROLLED CATASTROPHE] [Stomping Latin two-step, escalating into half-time djent] Mi build wid di chaos, turn di noise into design, Put di gears inna motion, mek di whole machine align! Every failure teach a lesson, every setback give a sign, Mi construct inspiration, line by bloody line! Some days drown inna static, some days break di chain, Still drag di whole damn vision through di pressure an' di strain! Mi nuh claim seh it easy, but di build still need done, Harness all di madness till di masterpiece come! [FINAL BREAKDOWN — HALF-TIME GUTTURAL GROWLS] BUILD! MIX! REPEAT! FROM DUST AN' REBAR— COME DI BEAT! BRAIN TOO LOUD! RED DOT BRIGHT! BUILD DI WORLD DEEP INNA DI NIGHT! [FINAL CHORUS — FULL ENSEMBLE] WE DON'T NEED YOUR PERMISSION! Never did. WE DON'T NEED YOUR RELIGION! Just a place to exist. WE DON'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL! Got a world to create. PARA-SCENE! PARA-SCENE! [OUTRO — ORIGINAL VOICE] You can keep talkin' about it. I'm gonna build it.
