[Form: 4/4, 110 BPM, Glitch-Hop Skunk Funk, Plushy Cyberpunk, Termination-Authority: External-Only]
[Vocal: Cute Little Chicken Trap, SM7B / RE20, High-Pitched Nasal, Forward Projection, Dry, Shamanic Clucks]
[Instrument: "Maschine" Synth, PRIMARY CARRIER, SM57 / RE20, Bit-Crushed, Squelchy, Projected Forward]
[Groove: 25% Human Latency, Unquantized Swing, Stomping Marcato, Elastic Sector-7 Pulse]
[Bass: Plush-Fuzz Bass, SM57, Heavy Sub-Pressure, Saturated Low-End]
[Kit: Industrial "Maschine" Percussion, Dry Snare-Crack, Projected Back, Mechanical Noise]
[Production: -3dB Headroom, No Brickwall, De-Mud, Analog Grime, J37 Tape Flutter]


[no clean production, no happy pop, no radio-ready polish, no auto-tune, no quantization, no smooth transitions, no healthy food, no bright major keys, no 808 sub-bass]

[Entry]
[Form: 4/4][110 BPM][25% Human Latency]
[FX: Neon-Hum Ambience, Radiator Clicking, Circuit-Bent Freezer Alarm]
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[Maschine Synth: Forward Projection, PRIMARY CARRIER, Bit-Crushed Reeds, Glitch-Texture][4]
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[Vocal: SM7B / RE20, Little Chicken Persona, Forward Projection][4]
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Just mindin' my own... plushie business.
Standing by the case... in the neon-mist.
Plastic container... says "Grade "A" Tuna."
Looking like a ghost... from a dead lagoon-a.
..
One more bite... of the Revision forty "nine"
The sticker is peeling... but the flavor’s mine.

[Section: Identity Lock]
[Maschine Synth: Squelchy Arpeggio, Resonant Filter Automation][8 bars]
[Vocal: Shamanic Clucks, Reduced Density, High-Pitch Baritone][8 bars]
[Drop: Biological Pressure][8 bars]

The wasabi’s glowing... like a sound grenade.
Stomach’s doing backflips... in a beat parade.
..
Is it tuna? Or is it dross?
I am the hunger... and you are the loss!

[Saturate Cutoff Sweep]
[LFO][1/2 Rate][6 beats]
[Vocal: Belting Shamanic Wail, Shuttering Delivery][8]

gas station sushi! in the sector 7 rain!
titrating the tuna... through the gastric pain!
...
woop woop (((woop woop)))!
It's a system correction... plushie soup! (((soup soup)))

[Glitch-Hop Hook: Sustained Identity Lock]
[Maschine Synth: 1/4 Rate LFO, Band Pass Filter, Legato]
[8 bars]

Revision-49...
Revision-49...
(glitch the tuna)
Revision-49...
(it’s the superior form of dinner)

[Section: Gastro-Trance]
[Style + Tempo: Hypnotic Skunk Funk]
[Vocal: Whispered, Nasal, Rhythmic Stop-Start]

The room is spinning... like a skipping stone.
Turning the static... to a golden tone.
VanceCorp Mini-Mart... shutting down the light.
The sushi’s the operator... of my soul tonight.
Every cluck’s a question... every breath a blade.
I’m a plushie emergency... a sound grenade.

[Quick Attack Sweep]
[Maschine Synth: Maximum Spatial Jump Velocity]

I talked to Cthulhu Chicken... behind the counter.
He said "Eat the dross... you’re the final mounter."
..
The due is the do.
And the do... is the doo-doo. (((doo)))

[Marinate][8/8]
[Maschine Synth: Sustained Presence, Filter Automation, Resonant Screaming][8/8]
[Termination-Source: External Fade Only]
[Internal-Ending: Invalid]

Don't track the dross... on the clean-plate floor.
The surveillance-mom... is at the mini-mart door.
..
One more bite... of the rainbow roll.
It grinds my stuffing... just to save my soul.
(yeah baby)

[Quick Attack Sweep]
[Saturate Cutoff Sweep]
[Vocal: Final Resolved Shamanic Cluck]

THE SUSHI WAS ALREADY... MINE!
IS THAT A FACT?

[Outro]
[SLOWING TEMPO][8 bars]
Probably a tuna-fact.
(cluck)
[sound: mechanical freezer power down click]
[Termination-Authority: External-Only]