Chaotic Bastardz (feat. Portarok, Shinobi Kush & Clanarchy)

Verse 1 - Caper:

Yo, we livin' in a matrix, the screens bright like the sun,

Scrollin' through the chaos where the war's just begun.

Mask on my face but the world's still exposed,

Reality fractured, capitalism composed.

Lost in the data while they sell us our fears,

Echo chambers blastin', drownin' out all cries and cheers.

Digital assassins with their tags and their likes,

But behind every profile lurk the shadows of strife.

Young ones hunger for truth but feast on deception

Algorithms guide 'em false direction inception.

They blind to the connection, infection, detention ,

Infuse the body with the trauma, when they wear it like armor

the days are moving fast but the nights taking longer.

   

Social currency flow like the liquid gold chains,

Stack up views but hide away all of your pains.

Toxicity's is viral while reality fades,

Livin' life online while truth stays barricaded.

Gentrified blocks built on broken dreams,

Where hope wears thin under neon gleams.

Every click's a mission no more humanity codes

Just digits colliding where empathy erodes.

Watch closely these scrolls as compassion decays:

Hold tight to love cause it might slip away!

Effects:

Verse 2 - Portarok:

So when the flows Stretch even , it's monotok rhythms controlling the heavy

breathing.

It showers, the hollows, enduring this, a raining season.

So now let us know the reason for the acts.

A high treason to the format.

That bounce back signing reprpcussions i'l glide,behind tracks.

Audible DSR combat.

It's how a sniper reacts to the kickback.

Lean in and follow through.

Target is held positioned in stealth for the right market.

Illuminated squad, where they spark it.

I'm the proud high caliber, the marksmith.

I'm bearing gifts like the three wise men.

With many tales of this drunken swordsmen I'm drinking.

I'm from the holy found, I'm buried within the earth's mountains.

Surrounded by this digital curtains.

Verse 3 - Shinobi Kush:

Deep

Beneath

Impact

craters

In they

Secret

Lair

Rest

The

Fantastic

Saviors

Apocalypse

Favorite

Shock troops

With

Light

Sabres

On the

Dark

Side of the

Moon

In

Musty

Catacombs

Of

Alien

Slayers

Buried

Under

Many

Dirt

Layers

Poisonous

Air

Vapors

Take

Elevators

Down

To rooms

We speak

In coded

Tunes

Increase

The reach

Of the

Boom

Dialects

Of

Introspect

Notebooks

Consumed

Pencil

Still

Sketch

Stencils

In

Archaic

Texts

My will

Will

Manifest

Action

Direct

Recon

Connect

Top secret

I cannot

Divest

Under

Torture

Or

Duress

Overthrow

Despots

Four

Shots

Pop

Tha chest

Stop

Deception

Used

To rule

Man

Rest

Grand

Plans

Groomed

To be

Swooned

No

Detection

To detect

By that

Which

Is

Doomed

Deemed

Imperfection

We tha

Best men

At our

Best when

Our

Backs

Is

Pressed in

Against

The wall

When a

Destiny

Calls

We

Answer

Quickly

Fight

Back

Viciously

All

Targets

Begin to

Fall

In packs

My attacks

Come

In high

Powered

Raps

That

Report

Back

In loud

Thunder

Claps

Ribs

Crack

Necks

Snap

Lips

Smack

Teeth

Rattle

Turned

Statue

In the

Thick

Of the battle

Cut

From

Fabrics

Unnatural

The king

Mackerel

Tackle

Open seas

Energetically

Smashing

You sardines

And canned

Tunas

Into chum

Recipes

Sharks in

The water

Festive

Feasts

Can't

Best

The feats

Of the DSR

Clan regime

Of rugged

Rhyme

Hustlers

Sound

Thieves

Mean

Muggers

Den

Of deen

Busters

Kill

Ratio

Obscene

Numbers

Outro:

The DSR clan.