[Intro | Slow build — distant drum thumps, eerie piano notes]
Yo…
They said I’m too raw for the radio,
Too crazy for the shrink’s chair…
I ain’t changed a bit.
Let’s go.
[Verse 1 | Beat drops in heavy — boom-bap drums, gritty bassline]
I’m the outcast, pen slash, verbal bloodbath,
Laugh while I backhand life with no gas mask,
Every scar’s a flashback, scribbled in a notepad,
Rhymes sharper than a shank snuck inside a rehab.
I spit venom like I gargle with a cobra’s kiss,
Over this beat I’m a terrorist with an open fist,
Broken kid, anger bottled, poppin’ the lid,
Every word’s a Molotov tossed where you live.
[Hook | Beat doubles — layered snares + chanted echo vocals]
I’m insane in the membrane, locked in my brain,
Spit fire in a straight jacket, shackles and chains,
They said calm down — but I won’t behave,
This is raw rage, straight out the cage.
[Verse 2 | Beat stripped — bassline only, then drums punch back in]
I’m that ticking time bomb, countdown on my wrist,
Doctor said I’m sick — I said “No, I’m pissed.”
Every lyric’s ammunition, loaded in the clip,
Pull the trigger with my tongue, better duck when I spit.
Psycho scribbles in the margins, bars like arson,
I torch the mic, leave the booth in a coffin,
Laugh at authority, mock every sermon,
I’m the nightmare version of your kid still learnin’.
[Hook | Beat slams back in full force, distorted guitar sample layered]
I’m insane in the membrane, locked in my brain,
Spit fire in a straight jacket, shackles and chains,
They said calm down — but I won’t behave,
This is raw rage, straight out the cage.
[Bridge | Beat slows, creepy synth + heartbeat bass thump]
Lock me in a padded cell, I’ll still write heat,
Bang the walls with my head, drumline on the beat,
Paranoid thoughts creep, shadows when I sleep,
I’m my own worst enemy, six feet deep.
[Verse 3 | Beat explodes back — rapid hi-hats + aggressive snare rolls]
Rap’s black sheep, twisted like a bad dream,
Snap clean, swingin’ axes at the mainstream,
Laugh mean, pain stitched tight in my genes,
I bleed ink — every page’s a crime scene.
A menace with a pen, ghost in the wires,
Breathin’ gasoline and spittin’ out fires,
They told me tone down, but I broke that note,
I’m the wrong punchline stuck inside your throat.
[Final Hook | Full beat, choir-like background vocals, chaotic energy]
I’m insane in the membrane, locked in my brain,
Spit fire in a straight jacket, shackles and chains,
They said calm down — but I won’t behave,
This is raw rage, straight out the cage.
[Outro | Beat fades out with distorted vinyl crackle + faint laugh]
Hahaha…
You can lock me up,
But you can’t shut me up.
Drozalloxx
