Lyric

Welcome to Matsumoto Bio-Drugstore

Special deal: Mitosis Bath Bomb

And... Trans-Dimensional Vanilla

Scan your soul to pay

Acid rain in Neo-Taipei, smellin’ like rust and berry spray

In the Sector Seven slums where the dust and the scary stay

My wallet’s hollow, balance zero, feel the suffocation

Respiration tax is due, I’m facin’ air-deprivation

I hit the shop, skip the drops for the face-lifts

I need a fix for the shifts in the matrix

Grab a green box: “Somatic Mitosis”

Mining NeuroCoin through a neural osmosis!

Submerged in the tub, purple bubbles are brewing

My DNA’s snapping, my fibers are renewing

Vision split in two, now there’s a new wing to my being

I’m looking at myself, but who is it I’m seeing?

A-Zi and A-Xuan, same brain, same mainframes

Calculating riches while we’re playing these insane games!

MINING! Grind your cortex, mint the currency

FISSION! Split the ego, death or perjury

Inhale the vanilla, smell the time start to bend

Twelve words in my head, but I’m killin’ my friend!

(Beep! Beep! NeuroCoin logic!)

We’re the kings of the slums, but the balance is tilting

Paranoia’s blooming while the alliance is wilting

Twenty-four words for the key, but we split ‘em in half

Now he’s plotting on me, I can hear his ghost laugh

He wants the whole stash, reachin’ for the micellar water

Tryna erase my existence, leading me to the slaughter

I got the Vanilla Extract, the scent of the past

I’ll banish him to another time, make sure it’s his last!

I’ll trap you in yesterday, A-Zi

Warning: Critical Data Inconsistency

Blockchain Node 7392

You are not the miners

You are the coins

The planet is a farm, and my brain is the chip

A high-dimensional rig with a tyrannical grip

Every heartbreak, every scar, it’s just hash-rate power

I’m being minted in the register, this is the final hour!

MINING! Grind your cortex, mint the currency

FISSION! Two versions of a dying luxury

Inhale the vanilla, now it’s permanent and sweet

Two souls in a bottle, sold for cheap on the street!

That vanilla scent... it’s sick. It’s perfect

System restored

New arrival: Schrödinger’s Twin-Soul Serum

Vanilla flavor

Apply to your navel

Enjoy the madness

(Beep.)