**(Verse 1 -
Yeah... feel the walls closin' in, the codeine coughin' deep.
This damn web I weaved, can't even barely creep.
White dragon breathin' fire, burnin' out the damn sight.
Lost in the chemical haze, ain't no wrong or right.
The Syndicate, they took a hold, promised the damn ascent.
But the ladder's made of bodies, every dollar heaven-sent... or bent.
Every damn deal a blood pact, a noose around the throat.
Every promise shattered, leavin' nothin' but the remote... control.
They got my veins on lockdown, ain't no damn escape route.
Just the next damn drop, another shadow I gotta scout... or doubt.
**(Chorus - Beat hits harder, 808s pound, layered vocals with Travis's signature ad-libs and a building intensity):**
POWDER DREAMS! Head spinnin', feel the damn vice grip.
THE CHAIN GANG! No escapin' this damn script.
RED RUM FLOWIN'! Stainin' the cash, feel the damn drip.
FEELIN' LIFE SLIPPIN'! This ain't it, this ain't the damn trip.
"YOU LOCKED IN NOW!" Echoes in the damn dome.
DROWNIN' IN THE DEBT! Can't find my damn way home.
But the static's clearin' up, the haze ain't holdin' tight.
See the damn demons grinnin' in this eternal damn night.
**(Verse 2 - Eminem-esque flow kicks in, rapid-fire and cynical, laced with anger):**
Yo, thought I was playin' chess, movin' pieces, gettin' ahead, see?
But every damn square I landed on, just another damn debt on me.
Their "brotherhood" was a damn joke, a costume party of lies.
My damn soul the collateral, the ultimate damn prize.
They flash the damn ice, the power trip, the illusion of the throne.
But beneath the damn facade, the body count's unknown.
My conscience screamin' sermons, a ghost in the damn machine.
Wish I could hit rewind, erase this whole damn scene.
But the clock's a damn ticking bomb, no damn U-turn on this track.
Gotta detonate the damn system, ain't no damn turnin' back.
**(Chorus - Beat intensifies, Eminem's delivery becomes more aggressive and precise, with Travis's ad-libs adding a chaotic edge):**
POWDER DREAMS! Brain fried, caught in the damn vice grip (straight up!).
THE CHAIN GANG! Locked down, ain't no damn script (yeah!).
RED RUM FLOWIN'! Blood money, feel the damn drip (it's lit!).
FEELIN' LIFE SLIPPIN'! This ain't it, this ain't the damn trip (nah!).
"YOU LOCKED IN NOW!" Whispers in the damn dome (uh huh!).
DROWNIN' IN THE DEBT! Can't find my damn way home (damn!).
But the static's clearin' up, the haze ain't holdin' tight (skrrt!).
See the damn demons grinnin' in this eternal damn night (yuh!).
**(Bridge - Beat slows to a heavy, distorted crawl, Eminem's voice becomes more spoken word, filled with venom):**
This ain't 'bout the damn paper anymore, it's 'bout snatchin' my damn spirit back.
They think they own the damn blueprint, ain't no damn turnin' on tha
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