[Intro] Oh, control this—oh, hell, What you gonna do when the whole beat swells? Mr. Bro, let the fog roll in, Mic in my hand, let the madness begin. What you gonna do when you're stuck in the flow? Stuck in stuck mode, nowhere to go. [Verse 1] Beat getting crazy, but I'm lazy, though, Still on the mic with a hazy flow. I'm a YouTuber, you a newer, Moving through the city like a damn Uber. Need to act fast when the map gets gas, Puff too tough till the whole room cracks. Never enough, never enough, Level up, level up, stats maxed up. What you talking 'bout? Better clear your ears, Tears for Fears while I battle my fears. Wrong direction, but the song rolls on, Dragging every bar till the night is gone. [Verse 2] Coming with bravado, but I'm ready to go, Moving too fast with a heavy-ass flow. Kissing a model, twisting the plot, Pushing the rhythm till the whole beat's hot. Top forty, but I shot past shorty, Now the whole damn story got dark and distorted. Reverb on the measure, pressure on the scale, White-knuckle rhythm while the details fail. [Verse 3] Crocodile style, rock for a while, Fuck it, freestyle, bar after mile. Live beat, no cheat code, stay on beat, Past-fast, bass blast, lag underneath. Build my own sounds, loops made from scratch, No borrowed shine, put the whole world on wax. Stampede through the speakers, machinery roar, Green in the background, bass through the floor. [Verse 4] Coming hella off the rails, slow snails can't chase, Snow trails, toenails, still I'm setting the pace. Room feels haunted, but I flaunt it with pride, Flailing and failing with the beat on my side. Hello, cello, mellow yellow fellow, Every syllable bounces, the rhythm stays yellow. Samsung charger, damn, I'm harder, New bars spark like a busted-up starter. Stars in the sky, still I wonder why, Days roll by while I ride the high. Crazy wiggly rhythm, trickery in the beat, Pipe-vibe mafia when the bass hits the street. Ex-con, give it to you—four times, let it ring, Then I circle back around like I never left the swing. [Verse 5] What the fuck am I doing in this miserable place? Risking my life while I'm picking up pace. Smacking the ice, trying to crack through the static, Audio technician with a mind going manic. Wake up, stay up, lay up, don't fall, Transcend the mix, put the sound through the wall. Need a spark in the night, full throttle, go, Pedal to the floor while the metal glows. Drum-kit thumb hits, switch that leg back, Last time I heard from you, lost in the track. Bad rhyme, blue clue, food for thought, I throw another bar while the whole beat rots. Blue in the goo, loop through the sound, Loud but not proud, still I shake the ground. Fear in your ear, make the signal clear. [Bridge] Company of strangers, shadows in the hall, Everything feels strange when the night gets tall. Danger in the arrangement, tracks stacked crystal clear, Pixels start ripping when the bass hits your ear. Biscuit, Bisquick, rhythmic twitch, Every little syllable lands like a switch. [Verse 6] I'm too hip for the bullshit, moving like an evil, Two wings on my back while I'm dodging every needle. Brown poop, down swoop, swish through the mix, Red mark, weird spark—shit gets weird quick. Agony and pain, stains all on my shirt, Old days, shoulder blades, still I make the work. Can't concentrate, still I create, Throw bad ideas out before it's too late. Trade 'em for a backflip, crack the beat in half, Then laugh at the madness while I cut another track. [Verse 7] Look into your eyes and see the whole scene, Coming through the row like a broken machine. I'm Amish—nah, fuck that, crawling through the static, Tim Allen with a foul when the flow gets frantic. Read through the veins, seeds in the breeze, Books on the table, pages in the breeze. Alabaster, smoke faster, chasing the sound, Most keep it lit while I keep it underground. Stomach hurting, hellbound, feeling that bell, Getting more drowsy as the low notes swell. [Verse 8] Break shit live, bike ride, neon light, Doing it all night underneath the light. Can't see through the darkness, lights too dim, Hit another rhythm and the whole room spins. Skype call, pipe call, ten-ten-two, Spin it right on time like I always do. No time to write 'cause time keeps slipping, Pipeline dripping while the whole beat's ripping. Wrong road, might explode, dynamite mind, Glass in the gas tank, running on borrowed time. Silly putty brain, going insane, Can't find the tame in the middle of strange. Delay in the signal, hitting the hay. [Outro] Helicopter rhythm, circling the scene, What's that mean? Can I get that green? Stop—what you doing? Time keeps running, Nothing to lose while the bass keeps thumping. Say yo—can I get one more line? So miserable, crane-shark, pond-dead, ice. Thirsty as fuck, but the rhythm stays fed, Still writing these bars when the night turns red.
