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[Intro]
Count the cameras, count the corners, count the coins inside the wall
Someone moved the moon two inches, now the tides don’t match at all
[Verse 1]
I got a theory with a beard and a badly drawn chart
Says the pigeons run the parliament and outsource the dark
I bring a briefcase full of nonsense, stamped confidential
Every fact comes with a trapdoor and a grin too dental
Fast hands, black ink, fingerprints on the atlas
Map says X, but the treasure’s in the tax class
I’m a glitch in the committee, little menace in a tie
Ask me where the truth is — I’ll invoice you for the lie
Brain on a carousel, thoughts doing laps in the fog
I saw a prophet in a kebab shop arguing with a dog
He said, “The end is near,” I said, “Mate, it’s on the train”
Then the bass came through the ceiling and rearranged my brain
[Chorus]
Run when the red lights stutter
Bass in the floor like a riot undercover
No sleep, no peace, no clean alibi
Laugh at the apocalypse, wave as it drives by
Run when the red lights stutter
Whole room bends when the low end mutters
If the world’s a joke, I’m the punchline’s twin
Kick down the door, let the bad thoughts in
[Verse 2]
I’m mathematically rude, every syllable’s armed
Put a hex on a spreadsheet, leave the figures alarmed
Got a black-market horoscope, says I’m due for a crash
So I checked it with a psychic — she just asked for my cash
Conspiracy seasoning, sprinkle it over the meal
Makes a bland little dinner taste suspiciously real
I don’t trust the vending machine, it knows my exact change
And the bloke in the reflection keeps insisting I’m strange
Double-time, tongue tied to a detonator
I make a hat out of a redacted document later
My punchlines wear steel toes, my metaphors bite
I’m the reason every alley has a backup light
Dark humour in the bloodstream, grin wide as a rail
If my plan had a plan, it would probably fail
Still I march through the maze with a laugh and a flare
While the ceiling fan whispers, “You were never there”
[Chorus]
Run when the red lights stutter
Bass in the floor like a riot undercover
No sleep, no peace, no clean alibi
Laugh at the apocalypse, wave as it drives by
Run when the red lights stutter
Whole room bends when the low end mutters
If the world’s a joke, I’m the punchline’s twin
Kick down the door, let the bad thoughts in
[Bridge]
Slow it down — hear the walls breathe
Every answer’s got a false receipt
Slow it down — see the symbols spin
If I disappear, check the basement bin
[Final Drop]
Now the drums go feral, every speaker’s got a motive
Bassline crawling through the cables like it’s looking for a prophet
I’m too wired for a warning, too amused to be afraid
Turn the panic into currency and spend it in the rave
Red lights stutter, black sky grins
Whole bad universe lets the trouble in
No sleep, no peace, no clean alibi
Laugh at the apocalypse — wave as it drives by
[Outro]
Count the cameras, count the corners, count the footsteps in the hall
If the pigeons call a meeting, don’t forget to bring them all
Details
GeneratedAug 30, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark UK underground rap fused with filthy drum and bass: 174 BPM, relentless two-step breakbeats, distorted reese bass, sub-heavy drops, clipped rave stabs, acid squelches, industrial percussion, and chaotic warehouse energy. Aggressive male rap delivery with rapid technical flows, tight internal rhymes, sudden double-time bursts, dry upfront vocal, short slapback delay, and controlled saturation. Arrangement: tense spoken-style intro, sparse verse with bass teases, explosive hook, second verse with escalating drums, half-time breakdown for psychedelic tension, then a final maximal drop. Keep the mix loud, grimy, punchy, and bass-forward while preserving clear consonants.
Credits
Prompt byUnknownGlobally
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Dark UK underground rap over filthy drum & bass, rapid technical flows, psychedelic thoughts, conspiracy bars, dark humour and clever wordplay. Aggressive delivery, huge bass and chaotic rave energy.
