The Experiment

[Verse 1: Mantra]
My circuitry certainly saw the city convulse
Kept my finger on the electromagnetic pulse
Shock ‘em with an injection of voltage
Cold blooded, sittin’, watchin’ ‘em panic in the jolts
Little by little, I’m taking the world over
With help from the spells I’m placing the world under
Prodigal sun god, the boy wonder
Mythological sound boy killer, bounty hunter
Hear the sound of thunder
Better [win wings?], whisper harrowing things
As I inherent the heading of Hell’s king
Heir apparent to [tanned?] talent
Twenty-two fangs and ten talons
Eight extendable tentacles and many talents
Holding the hammer of Thor in my detachable claws
Battering y’all with the force of a jaguar’s paws
Metal with death, like Cannibal Corpse
I keep my ear to the ground
Y’all are just showing your character flaws
I raise the roof, put a hole in the ceiling
So when I’m raining above you, every one of you feel it
They say the lyrics is [too techs?]
So I step in the booth and let ‘em shoot like two TECs
Check it forever like a Beretta when I spit
They’re lucky I don’t use real guns
Because whenever I shoot, I never miss
Adrenaline enter my cerebellum, centre my endoskeleton
Messages to electrochemical resonance
Like, keep talking, command the crowd to roar
I’m like, brace yourself, fell out of pause
All I need is a one liner, give me to the count of four
And I’ll assure every syllable in it is accounted for
Come a long way, indeed, since back in the day, it seems
I used to graze my knees, root for my favourite team
Now I shoot laser beams, battle with great machines
Chillin’ with Tommy Thum and you know that he reigns supreme

[Interlude: Tom Thum]
Mantra, dropping pure science
Tom Thum, back to the lab
Mantra, dropping pure science
Tom Thum
Vocal weapon
Savage on the session

[Verse 2: Mantra]
Think the mind is not insane?
Think twice, spitting rhymes so tight
You could swear I said the same thing twice
It’s déjà voodoo music, you may have been right
Just another day on mic, endangering lives
The last man that tried to question the set I rep
Died with an apple on his head, and an arrow in his neck
I’m not kidding, my keys are in a bowl in the kitchen
So if I’m going down, believe I’m going down swinging
I ain’t ever play a chorus by the book
See, the pictures that I paint are too heavy for any hook
All you rookies take a look at the footsteps
You follow in, before you lose sight
Of your personal point of origin

[Outro: Mantra]
Yeah you know the deal
Mantra, Tom Thum on the reel
No instruments, no samples
No beat machine, no turntables
Just two human voices on the track, y’all
Yeah we do it like that, y’all
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