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​CONTAGION OF THE CADENCE "rap" (créé avec Suno AI)

​CONTAGION OF THE CADENCE "rap" (créé avec Suno AI) Paroles : [V1] The ink in the cartridge is the antigen I’m crafting. A pandemic of paragraphs, the static I’m surpassing. My composition is the opposition to the common condition. A lyrical transmission, my primary mission. This is patient zero, the audible hero for boroughs and blocks. Weaving the narrative fabric from boom-bap to paradox. Ride the iron serpent, underground where the current’s certain. The city is listening, pistons are glistening, a mission of lyrical christening. This ain't no casual symptom, it’s a mental kingdom. Late nights in the lab coat, just the mic and a flat note. The sound is infectious, the focus meticulous, a vector that's breaking the census. My pen is the vaccine, for mediocrity seen in magazines. The flow is the cure now, a definitive tour de force that's pure now. This is the genesis, a verbal nemesis... a genesis of sentences... The contagion of the cadence is the premise. [C] Spread the method, spread the message, beat by beat we break the static. Yeah. The architect, the dialect, the intellect we resurrect. Spread the method, spread the message, beat by beat we break the static. The symptom is the rhythm, the system cannot get with 'em. [V2] Forget the nightly news flash, I'm the headline you can't trash. A pure strain of the thought-form breaking through the chain and the platform. They wear a mask to hide the face, I drop a track to state the case. The sound wave is the contact, a scientifically proven combat. This truth travels on the airwaves, through the concrete and the stairways. These steel doors can’t contain the thought.No doubt. It's growing in the speaker cones, a frequency that’s breaking bones. The cipher's a quarantine we sought. We're breaking down the protocols, with syllables like cannonballs. This outbreak is deliberate, the literate will reconsider it.True that. It's critical, analytical, a visual so pivotal. I run a diagnostic with a logic so atomic that you can’t stop the snap...of the syntax. The aftershock is planetary, my vocabulary's sanitary. I'm the source of the force you can't trace back. [C] Spread the method, spread the message, beat by beat we break the static. Uh-huh... check. The architect, the dialect, the intellect we resurrect. Spread the method, spread the message, beat by beat we break the static. The symptom is the rhythm, the system cannot get with 'em. [V3] I build a legacy in loose-leaf, the truth is my proof-read. A blueprint of acoustics, the movement is exclusive. I pen the symptoms in a notebook, the whole city got a shook look. Every stanza is a map sketched, from the first to the last breath. The train car is a petri dish, this culture is the secret wish of every kid who feels the pressure. My craft is the only treasure. I got the metaphor microscope, a hyper-focused isotope. My lines are cloning in the wild, every word a viral child. My delivery's a new disease, it's bringing giants to their knees. A mutation of the meter, makes the atmosphere completer. I break it down to see the code, a hundred thousand ways the story’s told. Resilience in the DNA we weaving. The beat’s the pulse. The rhyme’s the strain. We run the city. In the pouring rain. [B] Ink... Breath... City... Beats... [C] Spread the method, spread the message, beat by beat we break the static. Let's go! The architect, the dialect, the intellect we resurrect. Spread the method, spread the message, beat by beat we break the static. The symptom is the rhythm, the system cannot get with 'em. [O] Spread the method... spread the message...