Static Shock

Intro

(Fast, ticking hi-hats build up, heavy bass drop)

Yeah. Watch the clock.

No stops. Check the design.

Let's go.

Verse

Look at the mathematics, I’m causing a panic with bad habits

Trapped in an attic, dramatic, somatic, I grab status

Static is shocking the system, a victim of symptomatics

Flipping the fabric of rap, they erratic, it’s automatic

You’re a copy, a replica, cellular, check the numerical

I am a miracle, lyrical, clinical, highly spherical

Spitting a ritual, miserable, visual, never pessimistic

Breaking the critics, ballistic, statistic, and futuristic

Chorus

Turn up the radio, let the bass knock

We hitting the ceiling, we breaking the lock

Yeah, we climbing the grid and we staying on top

We never gon' slow down, we never gon' drop

Verse

Now I am shifting the gear, disappearing, I'm clearing the atmosphere

Engineers staring in fear at the steering wheel, making the track severe

Lacking a pioneer, stack an idea till the path is incredibly crystal clear

No interference, adherence to lyricism, I am the volunteer

Step to the microphone, hyper-alone in a zone that is titanium

Spitting a cyclone, rattling bones right inside of your cranium

Never a stadium vacant, I break in and capture the energy

Building a legacy, blending the chemistry, dropping the remedy

Chorus

Turn up the radio, let the bass knock

We hitting the ceiling, we breaking the lock

Yeah, we climbing the grid and we staying on top

We never gon' slow down, we never gon' drop

Bridge

(Beat cuts out to just a ticking clock and light bass)

Tick, tock. Time's up.

Pick the pace up. Fill the cup.

No hesitation, a calculation, a dedication to elevation.

Bring the beat back in!

Verse

I am a heavyweight, accelerating the rate at a steady pace

Ready to educate, elevate, separate anyone in the race

Give 'em a masterclass, faster than aftershocks shaking the plaster cast

Look at the pattern pass, shattering glass on the radio broadcast

They cannot duplicate, simulate, innovate anything close to this

Blowing a smoking kiss right to the vocalists thinking they over this

Keeping it squeaky clean, keeping the focus lean, driving the whole machine

Victory on the screen, best that you’ve ever seen, ending the final scene

Chorus

Turn up the radio, let the bass knock

We hitting the ceiling, we breaking the lock

Yeah, we climbing the grid and we staying on top

We never gon' slow down, we never gon' drop

Outro

Clean cuts. Smooth finish.

The static clears.

Yeah. Out.

(Beat fades out with a vinyl scratch)