Natural
Late 90s / early 2000s East Coast Boom Bap fused with experimental neo boom bap and dark industrial hip-hop; aggressive battle rap cipher energy with manic male vocals, gritty street-level delivery, Hard dusty drum breaks layered with deep sub-heavy low end (not trap-style 808 patterns), crisp hats, and raw punchy snares, Distorted sub-bass textures and chopped horn stabs collide with dusty piano loops, warped brass hits, icy violin synth accents, and vinyl crackle, Record scratches and tape-saturated dropouts add tension and texture, Verses alternate between tight boom bap pocket and chaotic double-time bursts over lurching breaks, Half-time bridge soaked in spring reverb creates eerie space before snapping back into relentless forward momentum with wild ad-libs, Dark, raw, unpolished, underground cipher atmosphere, ‑melody, ‑singing, ‑harmonies, ‑trap drums, ‑modern trap patterns, ‑autotune, ‑pop structure
Natural
Late 90s / early 2000s East Coast Boom Bap fused with experimental neo boom bap and dark industrial hip-hop; aggressive battle rap cipher energy with manic male vocals, gritty street-level delivery, Hard dusty drum breaks layered with deep sub-heavy low end (not trap-style 808 patterns), crisp hats, and raw punchy snares, Distorted sub-bass textures and chopped horn stabs collide with dusty piano loops, warped brass hits, icy violin synth accents, and vinyl crackle, Record scratches and tape-saturated dropouts add tension and texture, Verses alternate between tight boom bap pocket and chaotic double-time bursts over lurching breaks, Half-time bridge soaked in spring reverb creates eerie space before snapping back into relentless forward momentum with wild ad-libs, Dark, raw, unpolished, underground cipher atmosphere, ‑melody, ‑singing, ‑harmonies, ‑trap drums, ‑modern trap patterns, ‑autotune, ‑pop structure
Lyrics
All my lyrics are original and handwritten; copy and distribute at your own risk *pew pew sounds*
Verse 1
Suicide Door//
Natural Born Killer//
I'm Tom Sizemore//
New blood lookin at me, like an eye sore//
Been in the game so long, enter through the stage floor//
Embodiment of lyrical craftsmanship N' rage core//
Engage wit the villain and lose ya neck//
The Tool teach respect, best 2-step correct//
Vinyl Crackle, mechanical laughter//
Everybody, that's who I'm after//
Addicted to the sound of head nods and bone shatters//
Zone splatter, my mind up in the mezzanine//
Ain't a rapper alive that can stand toe to toe next to me//
Circle close tho, got respect for a G//
Fanning the flames, what you expect of me//
Leaving the game's toes curled, now that's ecstasy//
Hook
Crack the vinyl, let the boom bap set the tone
(Every step I take, I’m taking over the throne)
No equal in the field, I been moving on my own
(If you stepping to the villain, better know what you on)
Crack the vinyl, let the boom bap set the tone
(Every step I take, I’m taking over the throne)
No equal in the field, I been moving on my own
(If you stepping to the villain, better know what you on)
Verse 2
Keep it on the D low//
Find the silencer pressed against ya peep hole//
Quiet as hell when I let it ring one time//
Now I got a clear view, inside of yo mind//
Mob up in the house, high off the pharmacology//
Fuck the TV and Xbox, I'm looking for an apology//
Wave the iron round, screaming so obnoxiously//
Body found where the shit went down, obviously//
Suplex ya fucking gold fish for eye ballin me//
Henny and hella Remmy showing up on the Toxicology//
Crooked spined rhyme pad//
write so many bars that are an oddity//
The one jerk, to berserk for the circus//
Curve words, make ‘em swerve out they service//
Gun talk, let um run, every bar leave um nervous//
Pun work, double entendre, submerged in the verses//
Hook
Crack the vinyl, let the boom bap set the tone
(Every step I take, I’m taking over the throne)
No equal in the field, I been moving on my own
(If you stepping to the villain, better know what you on)
Crack the vinyl, let the boom bap set the tone
(Every step I take, I’m taking over the throne)
No equal in the field, I been moving on my own
(If you stepping to the villain, better know what you on)
Verse 3
Every line outta me, is so got damn drastic//
Ghost ride the Hearse from the comfort of the casket//
Run through any hood, no hall pass they checking//
They look at me like I'm Passenger 57 wit weapons//
I'm on a different level now, elevated in a second//
Swag so thick, got heads turned in many directions//
Playas out here hatin, I got they bitches rubber neckin'//
Anaconda flow, strangle these rappers that don't want nada//
Dick out the window from Uganda to Botswana//
My girl wants me to watch her lick her bestie//
(In the back of the Honda)
Mind like a sensai, tongue like a Katana//
Addicted to this fast life, and all of its drama//
Born in the body of a man, but the structure different//
My belligerence is magnificent//
Flow cold like it's injected with refrigerant//
Hook
Crack the vinyl, let the boom bap set the tone
(Every step I take, I’m taking over the throne)
No equal in the field, I been moving on my own
(If you stepping to the villain, better know what you on)
Crack the vinyl, let the boom bap set the tone
(Every step I take, I’m taking over the throne)
No equal in the field, I been moving on my own
(If you stepping to the villain, better know what you on)
Outro
No equal in the field
I been moving on my own
If you stepping to the villain
better know what you on