Paranoia, Pills, and Poltergeist

ibe: Chaotic, dark, Eminem-style technical lyrical complexity. Style: Old School/Boom Bap (fast tempo). [Intro] [Flow: Spoken, rapid, impatient] Wait, wait, wait, hold on— Is the mic on? Yo, I think I lost my mind somewhere between the basement and the top floor. Let’s see if I can find it. Check it. [Verse 1] [Flow: Rapid-fire, intricate multi-syllabic schemes] I’m a walking contradiction with a friction in my diction, Telling stories of the violent, yeah, it’s strictly non-fiction. I’m a demon in a sweater, I’m a lyrical fetter, Writing letters to the devil just to make the flow better. I’m chaotic, erratic, a static on the radio, Watch the blood drip, watch the clip, watch the way I go. I’m a manic, I’m a panic, I’m a wrecking ball of rage, Catch me scribbling the carnage on a bloody, tattered page. They say I’m crazy, maybe, lately I’ve been feeling hazy, Staring at the ceiling, thinking ‘bout the life I’m chasing. It’s a nightmare, it’s a cold stare, it’s a trap, I’m a rat in a maze, burning down the whole map. I spit the gasoline, watch the city scene gleam, Living in the wreckage of a broken, jagged dream. I don’t play nice, I don’t play fair, I don’t play at all, I’m the one who’s laughing when I watch the empire fall. [Hook] [Flow: High energy, dark, ominous] Welcome to the narrative, the dark, twisted game, I’m burning all the bridges just to hear them call my name. It’s a story of a lunatic, a fever in the brain, Dancing in the wreckage, washing down the drain. Yeah, the Shady narrative, it’s coming for your throat, I’m the captain of the disaster, keep the ship afloat. [Verse 2] [Flow: Double-time, fast-paced] (Switch the flow) I’m a psycho, a typo, a life-flow of a dead man, Running through the tunnel with a gun inside a red van. Don’t tell me that you get it, ‘cause you never felt the pressure, Of a mind like a weapon, yeah, I’m digging for the treasure. I’m a savage, I’m a maverick, a habit I can’t break, Every single breath I take is a life that I could stake. I’m the king of the cynical, clinical, minimal, Killing all the competition, yeah, I’m feeling so subliminal. Run fast, run past, break the glass, check the stats, I’m the master of the disaster, I’m the king of the rats. You’re a toy, I’m a joy, I’m a boy with a toy, Wait, no, I’m a man with a plan to destroy. It’s a flurry, don’t hurry, don’t worry, you’re done, I’m the bullet in the chamber of a loaded, smoking gun. Click-clack, boom, now you’re in the tomb, I’m the doom in the room, I’m the flower that won’t bloom. [Hook] [Flow: High energy, dark, ominous] Welcome to the narrative, the dark, twisted game, I’m burning all the bridges just to hear them call my name. It’s a story of a lunatic, a fever in the brain, Dancing in the wreckage, washing down the drain. Yeah, the Shady narrative, it’s coming for your throat, I’m the captain of the disaster, keep the ship afloat. [Bridge] [Flow: Slow, menacing, whisper] They ask me why I’m like this. Why the pen drips blood instead of ink. I tell ‘em, look in the mirror. It’s not me. It’s you. [Outro] [Flow: Aggressive fade out] Shady, baby. Don't blink. (Sound of a door slamming shut)