FREQUENCY

Back with a blackout, bad thoughts packaged in plastic Madness attackin’ the fabric, I slash through tracks with a hatchet Venomous vocabulary scattered with fragments of static Every syllable ricochet rapid, attackin’ your status dramatically Brain full of bass and distortion, contorted recordings Storm in the orbit, enormous performance absorbin’ your forces Morphin’ the course of the rhythm, I’m warping dimensions Torching the floor when I enter, the core of the engine ignited Nightmare fuel in the bloodstream Mic check, cyclone, pipe dream White heat, high beams I’m too sharp, split a light beam Nobody wanna get caught in the crossfire Lost in the dark with a false messiah Walk in the fog while I spark that fire Thoughts gettin’ twisted like barbed back wire Hook Too fast, too cold, too technical Blueprint mind with a voice mechanical Every bar cut deep, biochemical Chains get shattered when the bass get skeletal Too fast, too sharp, too venomous Every word hit hard, no censorin’ us Whole squad move like predators Blackout pulse, neural venomous Verse 2 Chemical imbalance mixed with adrenaline Sentiment dead when the medicine settles in Pedal to metal, I’m bending the elements Head full of echoes and skeletons Lock into beast mode, reload Peak flow, decode Deep rows of cheap souls Freeze frames and weak goals I came from the land of abandoned dreams Back road rage and amphetamines Cracked windshields and shattered things Mad world full of collapsing kings I don’t really think they understand the pattern Every other rapper just chatter and scatter I climb through the static and damage the planet My stamina savage, volcanic reactions Automatic attack with the mag when I blast I adapt too fast, never lack when I snap Every track gets smashed into ash when I spaz Too gone now, ain’t no bringing me back Bridge Clock ticks Mind drifts Darkness in the optics Heartless when the bomb hits Lost kids in apocalypse Soundwave crashin’ Blood pressure maxin’ Whole room flashin’ Neural code snappin’ Final Verse I got a thousand voices inside of my cranium Fightin’ for dominance, breakin’ containment up Shake when I’m pacing, the cadence is dangerous Made from the pain and the rage they created in us Half machine, half phantom Last man standing when the lights all abandon Hands all shaking, the walls start cracking Jaw lock tight when the gods stop answering I don’t sleep, I mutate Too many ghosts in a new age Too many snakes with a two-face Truth get buried in blue haze But I still rise through the ash and the ruin Mind like a riot, the movement is ruthless Every line razor-wire when I’m using it Too technical — nobody doing this