dive deep in the dream scheme, layers fold like origami steam, Totem spin, reality thin, inception’s grip got me locked in the spin. Kicks crash, waves splash, subconscious lash—wake up or crash! Dream within dream, thief supreme, plant the seed, watch the mind bleed. [Verse 1 - Eminem Style: Rapid-fire, multisyllabic assault] I’m architectin’ plots in the subconscious lots, extractin’ thoughts like a mental locksmith, Projections chasin’, heart racin’, limbo basin waitin’ to swallow the lost kids. Cobb’s haunted by Mal’s ghost, toast to the most broken host, overdose on remorse, Force the vault open, hopin’ the mark don’t choke on the dope we force. Double-time trouble, rubble from the kick, tick-tock quick, paradox staircase slick, Flick the wrist, twist the fist, resist the abyss or get dismissed in the mist. Freudian slips, equipped with clips of encrypted scripts, trips through the rips, In the fabric of fabrications, assassinations of aspirations, no limitations. Hook: Spinnin’ tops, tops, tops in my head, limbo drops, drops, drops—am I dead? Dream within dream, scene after scene, lucid queen, pull the thread! Reality bends, ends where it starts, narcoleptic arts, kicks to the heart. Mal’s shade invades, parade of charades—wake up afraid! [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar Style: Introspective, rhythmic depth with precision] Yo, inception’s reflection of society’s infection, dream theft as deflection from real oppression, Layers stack like class acts, extract facts from the fat cats, hat tipped to the masses. Limbo’s ghetto for the mind’s echo, let go or get low in the shadow of the ego, We all thieves in our sleep, reap what we keep buried deep, secrets we weep. Double-time climb through the crime of the sublime, time’s a line we redesign, Fine wine or cyanide? Decide in the ride, pride or suicide—collide! Projections project our rejects, elect to eject or connect to the defect, Incept the concept: we’re all suspects in the architect’s neglect. Hook: Spinnin’ tops, tops, tops in my head, limbo drops, drops, drops—am I dead? Dream within dream, scene after scene, lucid queen, pull the thread! Reality bends, ends where it starts, narcoleptic arts, kicks to the heart. Mal’s shade invades, parade of charades—wake up afraid! [Bridge - Melodic Flow, deep voice to Double-Time] Whispers in the wind, bend the frame, name the game: inception’s flame. Totem falls, walls dissolve, evolve or revolve in the same. Kick me awake, shake the fake, stake my claim—ain’t no chain! [Verse 3 - Tech N9ne Style: Ultra-fast, chopper flow, intricate patterns] Rapid rappin’ tappin’ into the cappin’, happ’nin’ in the nappin’, slappin’ the map in, Collapse in the trap, snap back from the zap, adapt or get clapped in the gap, kin. Limbo limbo low, flow like a pro, yo, totem glow slow, know the code or blow, Snow in the blow, foe in the show, go toe-to-toe with the undertow. Double-double time prime, rhyme crime, sublime grime in the paradigm, Climb the vine of the spine, divine sign or malign design—align! Extract the pact, intact fact, react to the act or get hacked in the abstract, Last laugh in the aftermath, path of the wrath—math of the psychopath. (Verse continues- Flowswitch intricate Joyner Lucas flow) Yo, inception inception inception—loop in the loop, truth in the soup, subconscious coup, architect blue, blueprint tattooed on my crew. I spit in the kick, tick of the clock, mock the stock of the block, drop the plot like a hot rock, shock the doc with the doc I rock. Projections projectin’ projections, elections of erections— hard to stay soft when the vault’s full of erections of affection. Mal’s callin’ from the hallway, play it cool say “it’s okay”, but my totem keeps fallin’ the same way—gravity’s a replay. Double-time, climb the spine of the paradigm, rhyme (Outro Hook: slowed down and melodic) Spinnin’ tops fade, shade cascade, paid the price in the masquerade. Dreams decay, stay or stray—hey Luna, ever lost your way?

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