[Intro] Door swings wide Phones go dark Badges fade Then they dart [Verse 1] Step under the tape, coat half-zipped Coffee in my hand, case file flipped Ask one question, room turns cryptic Eyes hit the floor like I'm radioactive Fingerprint dust in the fluorescent buzz Techs pack up, “sorry, something just…” One grabs gear, the other hits RUN Chairs slam back like a starting gun Supervisor stiff with that frozen grin “Let the rookie handle it, you can fill us in” Elevator closes, they don’t look back Whole squad scatters like a code red hack [Chorus] Why they scatter when I show up on the scene? Every siren silent, every partner turns to steam Is it me, is it them, is it something in between? I’m the last one standing in a crime that feels like a dream Why they scatter when I walk into the room? Like they heard a ticking that I can’t hear too If I’m the only witness then who’s the accused? Detective in the mirror asking, “What did you do?” [Verse 2] Body on the floor, but the blood runs clean Heart carved out with a spiral scheme Walls rearrange when I blink too long Same old badge, but it feels all wrong Radio crackles in a language glitch Voices overlap, then the channel flips “Target arrived” in a whisper pitch Then static eats the words like a hungry glitch I bag one clue, letters spell my name Timestamp stamped from a younger age Photo in a file that I never took I’m the face in the evidence book [Chorus] Why they scatter when I show up on the scene? Every siren silent, every partner turns to steam Is it me, is it them, is it something in between? I’m the last one standing in a crime that feels like a dream Why they scatter when I walk into the room? Like they heard a ticking that I can’t hear too If I’m the only witness then who’s the accused? Detective in the mirror asking, “What did you do?” [Bridge] [low vocal register] Boss said, “Kid, you were never on the force” Yet my locker smells like old divorce Coffee rings, case tags, name on the door But the payroll log says “employed: nevermore” [whispered vocals] Every case I crack Erases one more fact Every truth I track Turns around, attacks [Chorus]

rap, Hybrid trap-glitch beat with stuttering percussion, chopped brass hits, and electro-swing horn loops. Verses ride on a grimy 808 and warped vocal glitches; hook explodes with swung hi-hats, big saw-bass, and crowd-style chants. Lots of stop-start drops and reversed risers to mirror paranoia, with male vocals half-rapped, half-spoken for noir intensity., electro swing, glitch, electro

Scatter At The Scene