Intro
Yeah... I feel the emptiness deep in my mark (uh)
Synapses without fire, no sparks in the park (hah)
Golden Era Drumkick, burns in the vein (yeah)
Dopamine deficiency, but my flow remains scene.
Part
I run in circles, but the sky remains grey,
Clogged line, no joy in construction,
Grey concrete, my eyes only empty,
But bars burn hot, just like coals in the sea. (freeze)
Cortex in the labyrinth, exit blocked,
Shadow in sight, but my punch is unhamed,
Minus in the blood, but at the mic I'm plus,
Every beat like a remedy, brother, I must.
Rap as a stimulant, endorphin in the trail,
Each syllable like a capsule, looks pure, looks pure,
Build me my fire when the fabric no longer flows,
Stay on the beat because the rhythm is shooting me. (stay up)
Hook
Dopamine low – but the beat pushes me up,
BoomBap Classic, bro, this is my dope,
No colours in sight, everything matt, everything sick,
But I spit my salvation, every line is my kick. (kick!)
Dopamine low – but the beat pushes me up,
Golden-Era-BoomBap, bro, this is my dope,
No joy in the brain, but the flow remains quick,
Spit me salvation in the night, every line is my kick. (high!)
Part
No party in the head, no lights in the circle,
But the bars are shooting in, everything breaks, everything breaks,
Doubletime cuts the silence, voice remains sharp,
Cut the night like a lyrical path.
Synapses starve to death, but the drums are buffet,
I eat breaks, spit rape, brother, hunger OK,
No reward system, but the skill compensates,
Each bar a drug that cures the deficiency. (remedy)
Build me dopamine yourself, every metaphor is material,
Turn the minus to plus when the syllable hits you,
I'm Ruffkidd in the shadow, Gore Gore in the grey,
Abstract in sight, brother, Chakuza exactly.
Hook
Dopamine low – but the beat pushes me up,
BoomBap Classic, bro, this is my dope,
No colours in sight, everything matt, everything sick,
But I spit my salvation, every line is my kick. (kick!)
Dopamine low – but the beat pushes me up,
Golden-Era-BoomBap, bro, this is my dope,
No joy in the brain, but the flow remains quick,
Spit me salvation in the night, every line is my kick. (high!)
Part
80 BPM, but I double in the run,
No joy in the blood, only hunger goes up,
Bars like tablets, rhymes like meds,
No pharma in the game, I give texts instead of tabs.
Push without serotonin, flow adrenaline,
Each line like morphine, synthetic and clean,
Lack remains, but the clouds go aside',
Voice remains weapon, my truth ready.
Darkness in the chest, but the BoomBap heals,
Every snare hit a spark that splits the shadows,
64 bars of pure self-therapy,
When the brain no longer gives anything, Mic provides energy. (energy)
Hook
Dopamine low – but the beat pushes me up,
BoomBap Classic, bro, this is my dope,
No colours in sight, everything matt, everything sick,
But I spit my salvation, every line is my kick. (kick!)
Dopamine low – but the beat pushes me up,
Golden-Era-BoomB
MissLaBooom651
