Mantra - 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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