Blueprint - Alix Perez, Metropolis

Leftover’s dead sober

Iron tongue

Step over iberson

Life wire write a son

Creeping up in stealth mode

Peace beneath a shelter

We transmitting at low bandwidth

The side from the cold is encripted in raw language

The outland is (?) like a nomad

Shogun force

He ride in full armor steeds writing chroma chords

Bless the colds

Exploit the low weight world

Why?

To mess with tones

And mess a flow like (?)

So you can feel it in your chest like (chest like)

Damn I went deep, how they fucking with the (?)

Dropping raw mortars deep across all corners

All genres (get in touch)

Forwarned ya (get in touch)

Living up your stereo with

Skate with pure dark pressure

Saturating the air waves for subtexture

Blew up the nocternal

Spitting mad fire

Watch for the parasyte tides and vampires

Straight cutting the edge

Gotta innovate

Integrate the sound of what your whole town desintegrate

We’re at the next level

Moving at light speed

Going up in the (?)

The booze hides these

Cutting off of the rest put in a cold daggar

Steady blowing up on the set

We got that gold swagger