

Prompt / Lyrics
Intro (spoken, distorted) Static in the signal, eyes never lie I don’t believe—I verify. Verse 1 (chopper) I see ‘em phase-shift, bleed through frames, Peripheral flickers, can’t gaslight brains Infrared blink when the lights go lame, Cold spots mapped, got degrees on names EVP hiss in the white-noise rain, Whispers encoded in waveform chains Time-stamp, geo-tag, catalog proof, Not folklore talk, I’m auditing truth Motion tripwire, hallway flare, Shadow peel off like it knows I’m there Electromagnetic spikes go feral, Compass spin like it saw the Herald Footprints press where the dust don’t lie, No body present, but pressure applied I don’t chase myths, I trace events, Cross-reference rooms with prior tenants Hook (aggressive) I don’t see ghosts—I log ‘em, File names sharp, I clock ‘em Photos raw, no edits, no coping, If it manifests—then I scope ‘em Thermal glow, audio open, Receipts talk loud when the skeptics broken This realm thin, and I’m posted in it, Paranormal? Nah—documented. Verse 2 (faster) Grid overlays, LIDAR sweep, Depth maps show what the eyes can’t keep Latency lag in reality seams, Figures step out of the in-between Carbon date on the floorboard scars, Back when gaslight lit the bars Same shape seen in ‘48, Same damn stance in ‘98 Camera stutter, frame drop freeze, Entity caught mid-apology You say pareidolia—cool, explain Why it triggers sensors by name Pressure waves in a sealed-off wing, Door locked tight but the hinges sing I don’t scream “haunted,” I build a case, Peer-reviewed with a poker face Bridge (half-time, menacing) Not a séance, no candles lit Just hard data and panels split When the veil rips, I don’t flinch, I zoom, enhance, and annotate it. Verse 3 (chopper peak) Spectral residue, ion trails, After-image burns like a cosmic mail You want faith? I want file integrity, Checksum clean—no edit spree Historical loops in a trauma site, Same path walked every single night They don’t know they’re dead, just stuck on repeat, Like corrupted code in a memory heap I’m not crazy, I’m calibrated, Baseline normal then deviations When the needle jumps, I don’t guess why— I triangulate and quantify Ghost box chatter spells names I don’t know, Later match census—now what though? You can doubt, but the data’s patient, Truth don’t rush—it just stays adjacent Hook (final) I don’t see ghosts—I log ‘em, File names sharp, I clock ‘em Photos raw, no edits, no coping, If it manifests—then I scope ‘em This realm thin, yeah I’m posted in it, Paranormal? Nah—documented Say it’s fake—cool, bring your metrics, I don’t fear spirits—I measure ‘em. Outro (whispered, glitching) If you can’t see it— Check the footage. If you can’t hear it— Check the waveforms. This world leaves fingerprints… I just know where to look.
Tags
full throttle, double-time, chopper rap engaged. Aggressive, grounded in documentation—receipts over superstition.
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1/28/2026