Intro

[Vinyl crackle, reversed whispers, low sub rumble] MALE VOICE (distorted): “F*** it... I’m fed up.”

🧨 Verse 1 – “Rough & Rugged”

A lot of these rappers lame to me, not even entertaining me I’m frustrated enough to the point I said— MALE VOICE: “F*** it!” I’m fed up, enough to create my own stuff (F*** it)

I’ll make it rough and rugged for the streets I don’t give a f, I’m bustin’ my own beats Ain’t no punk s, I’m bringing the heat Get you up out your seat, listen to the funky beat

Bump this mobbin’ down the street It goes hard—this s*** probably gonna leak (It’s gonna leak) “Don’t wanna miss a thing”—forehead shiny, greasy, glistening Stop and peep the technique, feel free to critique

My style’s cutting edge, the rest is obsolete MALE VOICE (fading echo): “F*** it... keep the game, it’s not for me.” (Not for me)

🌫️ Verse 2 – “War Zone Blues”

Levi known, violence prone Eyes wide open, smoke in my dome Tired, alone, rollin’ low through the town People piled in tents, foil burnin’ down

Pass that bubble to the left-hand side Fentanyl took my best friend’s life Still alive—roll one for your homie Blow smoke in the air, let the pain float slowly

Dip in the whip, blunt to the lips Corners bendin’, no brakes, quick shifts Low-key fast, smash on the gas Give me some room—I’m about to blast

Smooth like Barry Manilow, cold as ice Manic flow, precise device Locked in odyssey, problems a lotta Medulla oblongata—smoke till I’m outta

Levi’s wide open—can’t believe Levi could write openly Poetry, floetry, poems flowin’ fluidly Oozin’ rhythm smoothly

🧠 Verse 3 – “Technical Flow”

This is the L to the E to the V to the I—what is it? I believe I can leave if I don’t leave high Eyes dilated, created to propagate Electromagnetic waves initiating agitated states

To create social unrest Social psycho—I’m on the run Time’s getting shorter—vacation on the judge’s order Failure to appear for a traffic citation

Caught me trippin’, sittin’ in stagnation Constantly feelin’ like I’m under observation Is it delusional? Confusional? Centrifugal, irreversible, subservient, subliminal

Signals—digital—I did it though Ruthlessly, communicate immediately Assertively articulate comedically With logic and reasoning—creative native

Sittin’ in the crib, waiting to dip, dip, dip Gotta get up and go get, get, get F*** being broke, broke Alone, no one to bone but a broke-ass chick? Nah, never that

Not this cool, clever cat Smooth daddy mack from way back Ain’t no chick can say that ain’t fact I’m living reckless, trying to perfect this

So I’m proofreading to correct s*** My life was moving in the wrong direction Now I set time aside for introspection Feel free to inspect this—I don’t care if you dissect this

Good luck—it’s off the top of the head, kid Dopamine, know what I mean?

🧪 Bridge – “Sonic Engineering”

[Voice becomes clear, almost scientific. Beat fades to bass + ambient noise.] Holdin’ two ohms stable, mid-range engravin’ brains Clear articulated syllables—so crispy cleeeeean Digitally processin’ frequencies filtered Specifically to achieve sonic levitation (Levitation)

High-end speakers, pulsatin’ bass waves Hi-hats: SSSSTTIT STTTI STITITITTSTTT TITITA (T-T-T-T-T) Tweeters tweetin’, kickers kickin’, slappin’ in my Lincoln

Bass beat got my amp hot—speakers breathin’, pressure increasin’ Frequencies perfectly tuned then sequenced Aligned and dialed in—perfect timing and position (Perfect timing)

Embedded within compositions—subliminal messages Stealth information weapons in theta wave state Resonated, peak oscillate, particles reverberated Entangled oratorical cadences from the greatest

Who live within written compositions gifted to Leviticus (Leviticus) It his mission to give the listener specific wisdom Let the light be with them—the spark lit when

The bass drum rhythm hit ’em—they were trippin’ (They were trippin’) Finally—somethin’ different

🧿 Verse 4 – “The Cipher Continues” (New Verse)

I spit glyphs in the cipher, encrypted and raw Every bar a barcode, every rhyme a law I ain’t here for applause—I’m here for the cause To expose the facade and dismantle the jaws

Of the beast that feeds on the weak and the poor I seen it in the streets, I seen it in the store I seen it in the schools, I seen it in the war I seen it in the mirror—can’t ignore it no more

So I write like a prophet, spit like a priest My cadence a sermon, my verses a feast I don’t rap for the fame, I rap for release From the chains they hide in the belly of the beast