AI Buttersmith - Trippy Trap Doctor
[INTRO] Look— I don’t rap, I dissect dimensions with diction Every sentence a synapse incision White coat villain with a god complex hidden Inside a rhythm engine hummin’ like a cold transmission [VERSE 1] Hyper-lucid, I’m maneuverin’ through human illusion With a blueprint for neurosis reduction and ego diffusion Doctoral level psychoanalytics in music While the average rapper still addicted to approval and useless amusement I was in a lab at three in the mornin’ with a notebook Studying the way trauma bends identity and hope look Psilocybin visions got veterans finally open Memories frozen start thawin’ when the soul gets spoken I seen addicts have a breakthrough and cry for an hour Seen a narcissist collapse when confronted by power Seen a billionaire panic when the veil got devoured And realize money never built him a spirit, just towers I’m a verbal assassin with cerebral tactics Every syllable slashin’ through habitual static You rappers theatrical, I’m mathematically crafted Like a quantum linguist mixed with Hannibal Lecter and Tesla’s habits Brain scan savage Name-brand madness MK Ultra cadence with the strange hand patterns I can make a whole crowd start shakin’ and laughin’ Then ten minutes later have ’em face their abandonment issues backwards [HOOK] Too fast—rewind that Mind cracked—fight back Soul peeled open while the drumline hijack Words hit harder when the truth get mic’d back I don’t make songs I perform psychological knife dances Too deep—might snap Cold speech—ice black Whole beat levitate when the psyche strike back Half monk, half maniac in a white lab jacket Studying the spirit while the world stay distracted [VERSE 2] Look— I was trained in behavior analysis and pharmacodynamics How environment shapes every savage and addict How a child full of light can turn cold and erratic When the ones that were meant to protect him become the antagonist That’s why I weaponize empathy mixed with aggression Teach depression how to sit in confession Every line like a psychedelic intervention For the people too ashamed to verbalize what they wrestlin’ I can see micro-tremors in your smile when you lyin’ See the cortisol spikes when your confidence dyin’ See the dopamine crash from the likes you been chasin’ See the fear in your eyes every time you stop escapin’ I studied monks in Peru and chemists in Denver Read Jung in December while trippin’ through winter Asked myself if consciousness survives when we enter That black ocean silence after flesh surrender Then I came back different Voice low, eyes distant Everybody around me started feelin’ suspicious ’Cause I talk like a prophet but move like a physicist Mixed with a battle rapper who became spiritually vicious [BREAKDOWN – DOUBLE TIME] Tick tick boom— I can hear the room shift Every little mask get exposed when the truth hit Too intelligent to numb myself stupid Too aware to let corruption make me lose grip I know what shame does I know what pain was I know why broken people build fake love I know why rich men still pray drunk And why some souls never wake up [FINAL HOOK] Too fast—heartbeat Cold glass—mind freeze God complex mixed with compassion and high dreams Lab coat psycho with a flow so lightning Even your shadow get nervous when I’m writin’ Too sharp—might bleed Whole crowd—wide-eyed Every bar morph reality in real time Not a rapper— I’m a psychological wildfire Studying the soul while I set the mic on fire. #fast #femalerapper #rap
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[INTRO] Look— I don’t rap, I dissect dimensions with diction Every sentence a synapse incision White coat villain with a god complex hidden Inside a rhythm engine hummin’ like a cold transmission [VERSE 1] Hyper-lucid, I’m maneuverin’ through human illusion With a blueprint for neurosis reduction and ego diffusion Doctoral level psychoanalytics in music While the average rapper still addicted to approval and useless amusement I was in a lab at three in the mornin’ with a notebook Studying the way trauma bends identity and hope look Psilocybin visions got veterans finally open Memories frozen start thawin’ when the soul gets spoken I seen addicts have a breakthrough and cry for an hour Seen a narcissist collapse when confronted by power Seen a billionaire panic when the veil got devoured And realize money never built him a spirit, just towers I’m a verbal assassin with cerebral tactics Every syllable slashin’ through habitual static You rappers theatrical, I’m mathematically crafted Like a quantum linguist mixed with Hannibal Lecter and Tesla’s habits Brain scan savage Name-brand madness MK Ultra cadence with the strange hand patterns I can make a whole crowd start shakin’ and laughin’ Then ten minutes later have ’em face their abandonment issues backwards [HOOK] Too fast—rewind that Mind cracked—fight back Soul peeled open while the drumline hijack Words hit harder when the truth get mic’d back I don’t make songs I perform psychological knife dances Too deep—might snap Cold speech—ice black Whole beat levitate when the psyche strike back Half monk, half maniac in a white lab jacket Studying the spirit while the world stay distracted [VERSE 2] Look— I was trained in behavior analysis and pharmacodynamics How environment shapes every savage and addict How a child full of light can turn cold and erratic When the ones that were meant to protect him become the antagonist That’s why I weaponize empathy mixed with aggression Teach depression how to sit in confession Every line like a psychedelic intervention For the people too ashamed to verbalize what they wrestlin’ I can see micro-tremors in your smile when you lyin’ See the cortisol spikes when your confidence dyin’ See the dopamine crash from the likes you been chasin’ See the fear in your eyes every time you stop escapin’ I studied monks in Peru and chemists in Denver Read Jung in December while trippin’ through winter Asked myself if consciousness survives when we enter That black ocean silence after flesh surrender Then I came back different Voice low, eyes distant Everybody around me started feelin’ suspicious ’Cause I talk like a prophet but move like a physicist Mixed with a battle rapper who became spiritually vicious [BREAKDOWN – DOUBLE TIME] Tick tick boom— I can hear the room shift Every little mask get exposed when the truth hit Too intelligent to numb myself stupid Too aware to let corruption make me lose grip I know what shame does I know what pain was I know why broken people build fake love I know why rich men still pray drunk And why some souls never wake up [FINAL HOOK] Too fast—heartbeat Cold glass—mind freeze God complex mixed with compassion and high dreams Lab coat psycho with a flow so lightning Even your shadow get nervous when I’m writin’ Too sharp—might bleed Whole crowd—wide-eyed Every bar morph reality in real time Not a rapper— I’m a psychological wildfire Studying the soul while I set the mic on fire. #fast #femalerapper #rap
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