[Intro] Co-workers run I step in Empty hallway Cold wind [Verse 1] Yellow tape waves like it wanna warn me Coffee on a desk still warm, still steaming Chairs spin slow screens frozen mid-frame Name tags dropped they fled, not leaving Footprints stop then they smear into nothing Blood on the wall spelled out in my handwriting Phone on the floor got my face as the background But this my first time setting foot on this damn ground Whose jacket on the coat rack with my badge? Whose voice on the recorder say my past? "Detective on scene" but I’m already here Two pens in my pocket third one by the mirror [Chorus] Why they scatter when I show up? (show up) Why the room remember things I never done? Every crime scene telling me the same stuff "Welcome back" written in the trace dust Why they scatter when I come through? (come through) Why the cameras catch me standing in the group? Every folder labeled with my name, too I ain’t chasing just a perp I’m chasing who? [Verse 2] Evidence board all the photos of the victims Draw a line it connect to my image Every sketch artist got my jaw, my nose Motive box empty but the circle close Lab tech shaking say the DNA matches Mine on the knife under powdered latex But the test date stamped from a year I was missing Whole month blank in my own case file listings Captain in the hall won’t look in my direction Hand on his holster eyes full of questions Whispers in the bullpen "Did he figure out yet?" Overheard my shrink say "reset, reset" [Pre-Chorus] Glove on my hand fits before I try it Voice in the vents hums low like a siren Every new scene feel older than the last one Every new clue just another closed caption [Chorus] Why they scatter when I show up? (show up) Why the room remember things I never done? Every crime scene telling me the same stuff "Welcome back" written in the trace dust Why they scatter when I come through? (come through) Why the cameras catch me standing in the group? Every folder labeled with my name, too I ain’t chasing just a perp I’m chasing who? [Bridge] Maybe I’m the glitch in the case file Maybe I’ve been here all the while Tape rewinds but it skip on my face I’m the question mark at every place Clock on the wall ticks out of rhythm Beat in my chest syncs up with the system If they all run when I walk in the room Maybe they remember what I’m about to do [Chorus]

rap, Dark electro-trap swing hybrid, male vocals. Staccato brass stabs and dusty horn chops over a swung trap groove and distorted bass. Verses ride a tight, low-toned flow with glitchy risers and chopped vocal FX; hook explodes with big group chants, syncopated claps, and a growling lead synth. Occasional half-time drops for suspense, then slam back into the main bounce., electro, electro swing

Scatter At The Crime Scene