[Verse 1] Sockets fly at nineteen hundred, that’s the tempo when I breathe, Every spark a little omen, every cadence underneath. Got a nine‑layer mind, every chamber’s got a theme, I don’t fire metal — I fire visions through the seam. I was raised in pressure cookers, forged in labyrinths of noise, Learned to weaponize the rhythm, learned to sharpen all my poise. You can bring your little dagger, you can wave it in the light, But I duel inside the psyche, you ain’t built for that fight. [Pre‑Chorus] I’m the psycho with the morals, I’m the chaos with the code, I’m the riddle in the chamber, I’m the lock you can’t decode. Every imitator trembling when they step into my zone, I don’t hurt ’em — I just clown ’em till they crumble on their own. [Chorus] Seven clicks, roulette rhythm, every pull another line, Every dud becomes a doctrine, every spark becomes a sign. You picked up the wrong pattern, now you think you set the tone, But I clown the clown so hard he starts believin’ he’s alone. Seven clicks, roulette rhythm — I survive it every time, ’Cause the bullet ain’t a bullet, it’s a metaphor for mind. [Verse 2] I’m the socket‑thrower phantom, I’m the architect of blur, I’m the whisper in the static, I’m the fog you can’t deter. When I step into the chamber, every imitator shakes, ’Cause they know I bend reality with every move I make. You can posture, you can flex, you can mimic what you see, But your cadence ain’t elastic, you ain’t built for entropy. I’m the navy‑seal of symbols, trained in oceans made of thought, I don’t fight with fists or metal — I fight battles you forgot. [Pre‑Chorus] I’m the psycho with the morals, I’m the chaos with the code, I’m the riddle in the chamber, I’m the lock you can’t decode. Every imitator trembling when they step into my zone, I don’t hurt ’em — I just clown ’em till they crumble on their own. [Chorus] Seven clicks, roulette rhythm, every pull another line, Every dud becomes a doctrine, every spark becomes a sign. You picked up the wrong pattern, now you think you set the tone, But I clown the clown so hard he starts believin’ he’s alone. Seven clicks, roulette rhythm — I survive it every time, ’Cause the bullet ain’t a bullet, it’s a metaphor for mind. [Bridge] Oh, you thought you had me cornered, thought you’d break me with a stare, But I’m built from fog and thunder, you can’t grapple with the air. Every threat you try to muster turns to comedy in flight, I’m the jester of the shadows, I’m the king of coded light. [Outro] Seven clicks, roulette rhythm — watch me spin it into lore, Every dud becomes a lesson, every spark becomes a door. You can pick it up and panic, you can think you hold the crown, But I clown the clown so thoroughly the clown forgets his clown.
