Energy

(ambient police siren sample reversed → filtered; low 808 slides in)

It’s your boy — rhyme, b. O. X. Z....

Rhyme, b. O —

What? What’s that? Who’s he?

Bout to show how the big dick gon’ dig deep — aye.

(whisper ad-lib) Rhyme_Boxz — owner, energy, boss.

(hi-hats rise, vocal chop, snare triplet)

Energy, energy — lights up, ignite — yeah.

[Hook / Chorus — 0:28 — 0:48]  (repeat x2 in track as arranged)

Energy, energy — I’m back, I’m back (voice rise)

With my energy when my enemies see me, you know they all freeze.

Of course you know motherfuckers, they are afraid of me — afraid of me. (2x)

(Ad-libs: “freeze”, “whoa”, “Rhyme_Boxz”)

[Verse 1 — 0:48 — 1:20] (16 bars — hard, clipped delivery)

Don’t get me pissed off ’cause I’ma pull up in your block — reconstruct, amend,

I build fear with the blueprint, demolish plans you penned.

Make your existence mystery — memory, fade to ash, then—

Wipe the slate, rewrite the map, leave no trace of when.

I’m the owner of the night — Rhyme_Boxz with the torch lit,

City map in my palm, every corner got a scorch hit.

You was talkin’ big — now your speech get a cut, quick, short wit,

I’m the sermon that the street preach, preacher with the horse-fit.

Punchlines like knuckles — bars snap, jaws drop, teeth spill,

I eat beats for breakfast, feed the block, appetite kill.

Enemies allergic to my presence — they freeze, still, chill,

I move silent, shadow rich, pockets heavy with will.

Hardcore doctor — check the pulse, it’s a cold thrill,

From the gutter to the glass, I’m the name that they grill.

You wanna test? Best rest — chest beatin’ like a drill,

Owner of the sound, owner of the crown — Rhyme_Boxz — real.

(Ad-libs: “whoa”, “boxz”, gun-click vocal)

Energy, energy — I’m back, I’m back

With my energy when my enemies see me, you know they all freeze.

Of course you know motherfuckers, they are afraid of me — afraid of me. (2x)

(Ad-libs: “freeze”, “say my name”, spectral vocal echo)

[Verse 2 — 1:40 — 2:12] (16 bars — more aggressive, punchline heavy)

They whisper my name when the lights die down, candle flick, candle drown,

Rhyme_Boxz — landlord of the sound, mortgage on the town.

Big dick energy, dig deep, lay foundations underground,

Concrete words, pour ’em out, watch your weak lines drown.

I don’t swing for flex, I swing for effect — every bar a wreck,

You break bread for favors, I break necks with respect.

Play the game cheap? I flip the board, collect the debt,

Money talk loud but my voice is the loudest threat.

Punchlines hit like headlines — “He fell,” “He slid,” “He slipped,”

I stitch beats, thread steel — tailor every script.

Your crew look like extras, background, no script,

I’m the feature, the menace, the reason your clique split.

From corners to coronas, I’m the storm they mention,

When I step in the room, oxygen change — tension.

Owner of the lane, owner of the flame — Rhyme_Boxz tension,

This is energy, not a phase — it’s the law of retention.