Hollow Shell

Low frequency... Yeah.
Welcome to the void.

Sub-bass humming in the chest.
Triplet flow, put it to the test.
Skrrt, Skrrt.
(Brrr, Brrr)
Ice cold, hollow sound.
Deepest bass underground.

Trap snares cutting through the air.
(Ka! Ka! Ka!)
Rhythm everywhere.
Yeah, in the hollow shell.

Look at the diamonds on my wrist?
Nah, look at the skills that I twist.
Vocal flex, muscle memory.
Creating a new century.
(Poo-poo-poo-poo)

Slow motion.
(Drrr... Drrr...)
Heavy weight.
Sealing your fate.

Trap snares cutting through the air.
(Ka! Ka! Ka!)
Rhythm everywhere.
Yeah.

Skrrt.
Gone.