EPISODE · Nov 21, 2025 · 3 MIN

06-3-2-1 (Chaos Magic)

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

3-2-1 (Chaos Magic) There comes a time in your life when you have to fight Clash at night, duck from the hazard lights You have the right to stay silent, pass the mic Speak the truth till it burn, make it acid-like As it stand, I plan to complete my quest Treat my stress with breaths, trying to be my best Beat my chest, yell from the deepest depths Keep in step, never live with regret No sleep or rest, peep how I keep so fresh Live out my dreams, that seem to cancel out the rest Bout to stretch this lil bit of hope that’s left Hold his breath, blue in the face till death Kill, crush, destroy, then rebuild, what’s next? Oh yeah, gotta sort em all, according to specs Importing the text, analyze important effects Loss of respect, I guess it’s the court of the jest Sword to the neck, yeah, that’s how I course correct And of course, correct, I never let ya see the sweat Evil Dead lurking, trying to bleed me red I leap off ledge and I don’t even need no need net He go get the whole wide world in his grip, and he can’t slip 2nd chance, back from the blip 616, 6 plus a half of a 6, minus the 2 The math ain’t the half of it… The finest of jewels ya find when the mind is the tool The fool vs wise man, classic duel Mask removed, who was you expecting to see? Yeah, jokes on you, same face, it’s ME It’s 3 in morning, 39 to go And at 4 AM, time to lock and load Ya block the road, I go around, will not be slowed Televised revolution’s where the lies are told Lives are sold, but hands never touch no gold I must’ve known it was ending once it touched my soul What’s SO special, bout the goals you seek? As for me, it’s something that the eye can’t see I can’t be the person that you want me to be Just once I wanna blend all the wants and the needs The front is the lead, I wonder if I’ll ever succeed? Running full speed…endless field full of weeds Full of disease, cruel world, who to believe? Who do I leave my last rites to weep while they read? I need what I need,I give and don’t need receive From to seed to a tree, pull ‘nother trick from my sleeve Return of the matte…black, deep, dark and abstract Star of the track, action-packed like a Arkham attack Scarecrow tactic, watch me blow in the wind Not playing to win, just sayin, I’m just playin’ pretend Stay to the end, the credits have the answers we need Need to be free and faster than the predator’s speed In debt to the beat, enabled my mind speak Divine mystique, is how I’d define this piece To find his peace, his reach real deep until He finally feel, something artificially real I confess I just might settle for rest Save me some stress…finally save me guess Lately I miss spring nights, face feeling mist Walking in bliss, looking up and making a wish The age of the rich…been long, but might end quick The end is near, the threat is clear, the tension’s…THICK