"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!!!
TheBigB
