"Yeah. 2026. Still cold. Still Ice. Re-evaluating the infrastructure of the game. Pay attention." Verse 1 I emerge from the shadows, an intellectual predator in flight Dissecting the architecture of this urban blight My lexicon is lethal, a calibrated weapon of mass percussion Leaving your fragile status quo in a state of deep concussion I observe the systemic failure through a panoramic lens While I liquidate the fallacies of your so-called friends It’s the accumulation of grievance, a psychological warfare I’m the catalyst of chaos, stripping your illusions bare. Chorus It’s the Westside doctrine, a refined brand of aggression The lyrical manifestation of a generation’s depression Cold as a glacier, I manipulate the rhythm and the rhyme Exposing the atrocities and the decadence of our time. Verse 2 I navigate the gridlock with a calculated, stoic demeanor While the vultures of the industry make the scenery leaner My vocabulary functions as a surgical instrument of truth To deconstruct the propaganda fed to our disenfranchised youth I’m a sovereign entity, immune to your social engineering Amidst the cacophony of sirens that the masses are fearing No compromise, no surrender, just a relentless pursuit Of the fundamental essence found at the wicked’s root. Chorus It’s the Westside doctrine, a refined brand of aggression The lyrical manifestation of a generation’s depression Cold as a glacier, I manipulate the rhythm and the rhyme Exposing the atrocities and the decadence of our time. Verse 3 The sociopolitical climate is reaching a boiling degree While I maintain a posture of absolute autonomy I’m a philosopher of the pavement, a street-level sage Recording the chronicles of a modern, electronic age The velocity of my rhetoric bypasses your comprehension As I highlight the flaws in your structural dimension From the concrete foundation to the penthouse in the sky I’m the unvarnished truth that you can never deny. Bridge (Beat strips back to just the kick and the bass. Heavy breathing.) "The articulation of anger... it's a science. We don't just speak; we legislate. From the curb to the boardroom." Chorus It’s the Westside doctrine, a refined brand of aggression The lyrical manifestation of a generation’s depression Cold as a glacier, I manipulate the rhythm and the rhyme Exposing the atrocities and the decadence of our time. Outro Vertical integration of the mind. Unapologetic. Straight-up menace. Gangster West Side!!!