Anything is Possible

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Anything is Possible

Kick-snare ricochet, black rain oscillate Neon in my bloodstream, backlane dominate Cracked bass vibratin’, glass shake, detonate Mind like a cyclone gate, can’t regulate Ash from the exhaust drift over the avenue Half these cats copy-paste, artificial attitude I move jagged, unpredictable latitude Voice cut steel with a venomous magnitude Tick-tick tempo, boots hit concrete Wolf in a cold wind huntin’ through the backstreet Low light strobe make the whole room black bleed Everybody freeze when the hi-hats stampede I don’t write normal, syntax malformed Thunder in a wire when the transformers swarm Storm-born cadence, pressure-system war Fifteen thoughts flyin’ every second I record Black hoodie smoke-trail under the moon glow Eyes red static from the midnight undertow City full of ghosts in the alleyways hush-low I just keep climbin’ while the vultures move cutthroat Crank that velocity, hyperdrive bars Sparkplug heartbeat underneath the guitar No chain glitter, still shine bizarre Built from rust, hard nights, and abandoned cars Sidewalk saints with the cracked-out halos Rainwater drip from the ends of the cables Train tracks hum like mechanical angels Everybody trapped in invisible tangles I came with a whole new language pattern Words move sharp like broken glass fragments Rhythm go feral, crowd reaction frantic Bassline slam like a freight train crashin’ Dark room, blue flame, silhouette motion Beats like a riot in a deep black ocean Mind stay open but the jawline frozen Too much pain had the whole soul smokin’ Still I rise when the ground start split Crowbars, sparks, and a busted-out switch Heart got scars but the engine won’t quit Every verse hit hard like a steel pipe kick 150 on the dash, can’t coast now Crowd too loud when the kick drums pound I built this sound from a broke-down town Now the whole damn room wanna scream that sound End scene—feedback peel from the amplifier Last bar burn like a fistful of barbed wire No reruns, no recycled choir Just raw voltage climbin’ higher and higher

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Kick-snare ricochet, black rain oscillate Neon in my bloodstream, backlane dominate Cracked bass vibratin’, glass shake, detonate Mind like a cyclone gate, can’t regulate Ash from the exhaust drift over the avenue Half these cats copy-paste, artificial attitude I move jagged, unpredictable latitude Voice cut steel with a venomous magnitude Tick-tick tempo, boots hit concrete Wolf in a cold wind huntin’ through the backstreet Low light strobe make the whole room black bleed Everybody freeze when the hi-hats stampede I don’t write normal, syntax malformed Thunder in a wire when the transformers swarm Storm-born cadence, pressure-system war Fifteen thoughts flyin’ every second I record Black hoodie smoke-trail under the moon glow Eyes red static from the midnight undertow City full of ghosts in the alleyways hush-low I just keep climbin’ while the vultures move cutthroat Crank that velocity, hyperdrive bars Sparkplug heartbeat underneath the guitar No chain glitter, still shine bizarre Built from rust, hard nights, and abandoned cars Sidewalk saints with the cracked-out halos Rainwater drip from the ends of the cables Train tracks hum like mechanical angels Everybody trapped in invisible tangles I came with a whole new language pattern Words move sharp like broken glass fragments Rhythm go feral, crowd reaction frantic Bassline slam like a freight train crashin’ Dark room, blue flame, silhouette motion Beats like a riot in a deep black ocean Mind stay open but the jawline frozen Too much pain had the whole soul smokin’ Still I rise when the ground start split Crowbars, sparks, and a busted-out switch Heart got scars but the engine won’t quit Every verse hit hard like a steel pipe kick 150 on the dash, can’t coast now Crowd too loud when the kick drums pound I built this sound from a broke-down town Now the whole damn room wanna scream that sound End scene—feedback peel from the amplifier Last bar burn like a fistful of barbed wire No reruns, no recycled choir Just raw voltage climbin’ higher and higher

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