Blueprint

[Verse 1: Metropolis]
Leftover's dead sober
Iron tongue
Step over iberson
Life wire write a son
Creeping up in stealth mode
(?)
Peace beneath a shelter
We transmitting at low bandwidth
The side from the cold is encripted in raw language
The outland is (?) like a nomad
Shogun force
He ride in full armor steeds writing chroma chords

[Verse 2: Metropolis]
Bless the colds
Exploit the low weight world
Why? To mess with tones
And mess a flow like (?)
So you can feel it in your chest like (chest like)
Damn I went deep, how they fucking with the (?)
Dropping raw mortars deep across all corners
All genres (get in touch)
Forwarned ya (get in touch)
Living up your stereo with
Skate with pure dark pressure
Saturating the air waves for subtexture
Blew up the nocternal
Spitting mad fire
Watch for the parasyte tides and vampires
Straight cutting the edge
Gotta innovate
Integrate the sound of what your whole town desintegrate
We're at the next level
Moving at light speed
Going up in the (?)
The booze hides these
Cutting off of the rest put in a cold daggar
Steady blowing up on the set
We got that gold swagger