Siegeboom

[Intro]
Click–clack—gear teeth snap, hear that? tick-tock trap, I’m back—
Siege boom, steam plume, see doom, speedrun, swift black.
Gnome-rogue prototype, ghost in a golden light,
Halo on the paladin? cool—still vanish in open sight.
[Verse 1]
Micro menace with a macro brain, backpack full of macro’d pain,
Backdoor scripts, I stack more gains, black box locks, I crack those chains.
Clockwork corsair, cutthroat couture, cut lines, cut lures, cut rumors at the root pure,
Booty Bay paydays, bloodsail blues, I blip on your radar then poof—no clues.
Goggle lenses, optic fences, optics senseless once I vent this,
Pressure valves, I twist intentions—boom! your crew in twenty mentions.
Shadowstep silhouette, cigarette ember—ember to cinder, I render you tender,
Pickpocket pockets with rocket-assisted wrists, I’m the splinter defender offender.
[Chop Segment 1 (double-time)]
Click in the pick and I pivot the pin in a picosecond,
Pistol or pinion, I’m picking positions, I pick to dissect ‘em,
Precision incision, I slip in the fissure, I’m flipping the system,
A whisper of friction, a fissile ignition, you’re blitzed into prisms.
Cyraxia—cipher exact, I’m a sequence, a sigma, a symbol of sintered enigma,
I syncopate, simulate, integrate, infiltrate—instigate critical stigma,
Mechazod nightmare—“perfection” infection, correction—I sever the rigmarole,
Rigor of rivets I rip out, reverse the recursion, rewire your rigor mort-
(—us) I motor through code with a motive to fold you like notes in a wallet I stole,
Modulate voltage, explode what you hold, then remodel the hull with a hole.
Siegeboom—see fumes, speed tune steam run, steel lung, still young,
Kill drums, kill sums, skill sums, ill tongues, drill through guild scum.
Staccato with sap and a snapback slap, sap stack in the sat-pack strapped,
Backstab backpack, blackmatch match strikes—strike back, I’m a flapjack—FLIP.
Miniature monster, I’m monstrous, measure me? misread the proctor,
Little? I’m lethal, a needle of diesel, a diesel of ether—I doctor the proctor.
Kit in the cuff and a cuff on the kit, I’m a cut above cuts with a custom fit,
Cutlass kiss and a blunderbuss blitz—when I bust, you’re a busted script.
[Hook]
I’m the Clockwork Corsair—tick, tock, beware,
If it clicks, it tears—if it sticks, I snare.
I’m the shadow you’ll share with a grave somewhere,
Say a prayer—then say my name: Cyraxia’s there.
[Verse 2]
Bloodsail brat with a boot knife grin,
Vise-tight mind and a vice I win,
Dice in the dim light, splice in a thin wire—
Spite in a tin pipe, strike and you’re thin air.
Juliet’s halo? fine—I improvise angles,
Light on the lane, I’ll line up the tangles.
Aish with the frost, Thaïs with the void,
I stitch in the gaps where the plan gets destroyed.
Onslaught mauls, Batista brawls—
I’m the one ghosting the walls in the brawl.
Kai with the chee, see me with the key,
See me in the keep while you’re screaming “flee.”
Shelaana’s a star but I chart the dark,
X on the map where I mark my mark.
[Female Rap][Chop Segment 2 (triple-time burst)]
Vanish in the varnish, I’m a varnished viper, varnished visor,
Variegated variables—I vary very wiser,
Verify the vertigo you feel? that’s me—I’m viral,
Victories in vectors, I’m the vector’s vital spiral.
Mechagnome memories metal my marrow,
Minted my menace, I mellowed the sorrow,
Mend it? never—embedded forever, I sever the tether, remember the terror?
Perfection corrected—projection rejected,
I’m resurrected, directed, connected—
Deflecting detection, dissect your protections,
I deck your direction with deckside defenestration.
Cyraxia—syllables slicing in scythes; I’m a cipher in sight with a sighted incisive,
A cyclone inside of a silence, I siphon your signals, I’m spicy and decisive.
I lace the device with a vice and a dice roll,
Nice when the ice-cold heist is a light stroll,
Night’s my domain; in the daylight I might stroll—
Bright soul? nah—just bright goals.
[Bridge (half-time menace)]
Tick, tick, time slips—mine flips scripts, I prime grips,
Line ships with fine slips, spine splits with knife tips.
You pray to not be prey? Then pay up, play up—
Say what? say us—Azeroth’s Finest stay up.
[Hook 2]
I’m the Clockwork Corsair—tick, tock, beware,
If it clicks, it tears—if it sticks, I snare.
I’m the shadow you’ll share with a grave somewhere,
Say a prayer—then say my name: Cyraxia’s there.
[Final Barrage (breathless machine-gun)]
Gear-spin gremlin, greysky gremlin, ghost-code gremlin with a gold-plate gremlin,
Greased-up grim grin, gemstone gremlin—gnome-sized god with a globe-rake emblem.
Lockpick linguist, lit fuse lyricist,
List you, hit you, split through syndicates,
Stitch crews into glitches and incidents,
Instruments whisper—this is imminent.
Powder monkey turned powder monarch,
I power punk through a powered up monarch,
I tower up, hour up, sour your honor—
If honor’s a yoke then I’m sawing it off.
Siegeboom sigil on a steel-blue sleeve,
Seam runs clean where I seam your grief,
Scheme so sleek that your team won’t see—
When the beam goes click then your dreams go leave.
[Outro]
Click–clack—gear teeth snap, hear that? tick-tock trap, I’m back—
Say “Clockwork Corsair” three times fast and watch your map go black.
Cyraxia. Smooth flow, cruel facts—no cap.
Tiny shadow—huge impact.

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