TEEN SPIRIT (REMIX/FLIP)

(SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT)

(0:00 – 0:25)

(Riff-Drums kick at 0:08-Deep breath)

 

(0:25 – 0:50)

(heavy flow)

Load the clip and bring your friends, I’m making all the loose-ends

I’m the architect of logic while the whole world bends

You called it "wallpaper," I call it a fortress-wall

I’m the only one standing while the rest of 'em fall

I saw the "seams" you mentioned, so I stitched 'em with lead

I’m the system and the rhythm living inside of your head

No more dictionary pages, no more filler in the bars

I’m the logic in the basement, I am reaching for the stars!

 

(0:50 – 1:16)

(Double-time--160 BPM-No breaths)

I’m a bright-bit, light-hit, sky-high, fly-by

Gold-tone, bold-bone, never-gonna-die-guy

Sipping on the sunlight, tripping on the tongue-tie

Better than a bitter-bit, never-gonna-sigh-why?

I’m the six-slick, quick-stick, lightning-on-a-wick-trick

Running through the thick-thin, gotta-make-the-click-stick!

 

(1:16 – 1:41)

(Shout these-Have power in your voice as you do so)

HELLO, HELLO, HELLO, HOW LOW?

I’m the specific reason that you’re feeling the flow!

WITH THE LIGHTS OUT, IT’S LESS DANGEROUS!

Here we are now, enter-tain us!

I’m the "rafter" and the "roof" that you couldn't despise

I’m the structure in the middle of the golden eyes!

 

(1:41 – 2:06)

(Aggressive-heavy-direct response)

You said I "spewed words"? Check the floor that I built

I’m the heavy-duty power with a zero-percent guilt

I’m the "kernel" that you couldn't burn, the "black hole" with a light

I’m the reason that the congregation’s clapping tonight

I’m the "proclamation," I’m the soul of the war

I’m the reason you don't recognize the artist anymore

I’m the roof, I’m the room, I’m the rafter and the door

I’m the reason that you're hitting on a hollow-core!

 

(2:06 – 2:32)

(Keep the speed)

I’m the red-letter, get-better, never-under-weather

I’m the steel-link, real-think, heavy-duty-tether

I’m the sun-spot, run-hot, everything-you’re-not-lot

I’m the bright-side, right-stride, hitting every top-spot!

I’m the six-slick, quick-stick, lightning-on-a-wick-trick

Running through the thick-thin, gotta-make-the-click-stick!

 

(2:32 – 3:23)

(The music gets quieter)

I’m an albino... I’m a mulatto...

I’m the specific vibe of a broken staccato

I’m not a "dictionary," I’m a living book

I’m the one who’s staying active while you’re trying to look

For a reason to hate, for a reason to doubt

I’m the heavy-metal water putting fires out

I’m the "chapter" with a point, I’m the "laughter" in the back

I’m the logic and the focus that your verses lack.

 

(3:23 – 4:00)

 

(4:00 – 4:25)

(MUCH aggression with high energy)

I saw the seams, I saw the scheme, I saw the artificial fusion

I’m the real contribution, I’m the final evolution

You handed me the blade and called the handoff a collision?

I took the blade and carved a name with surgical precision!

I’m the congregant who’s standing, I’m the one who fact-checked

I’m the reason that your arguments are officially wrecked!

 

(4:25 – 5:02)

HELLO, HELLO, HELLO, HOW LOW?

WITH THE LIGHTS OUT, IT’S LESS DANGEROUS!

I’m not looking back.

I’m not looking back.

I’m the rafter.

I’m the roof.

Teen Spirit.