[Verse 1]

This shit is radiation rap, the awakening of giants/
Isolated case, where my wager’s on the science/
It’s alive, but will never stand to side with/
You, or the lies that you plan on keepin’ silent through the crisis/
You too reliant on your vices/
So what the fuck you gonna do with terror on the rise, bitch?/
Coincide with it, homie we gon’ ride with it/
Hiroshima-like, cuz I’ll be blowin’ up in my city/
(Boom) how old is too soon to die young?/
Goldblum, room without a view, I got the fly tongue/
So why run, when you could turn and face your fuckin’ fears?/
Instead you’re turning face and duckin’ when I’m comin’ near/
The puppeteer, because I’m cuttin’ all the strings loose/
I’m fuckin’ here to bring the ruckus to your gene-pools/
And reboot, like the button on your iSuit/
To high profile status, something like a Kaiju/

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[Verse 2]

This right here be the motherfuckin’ anthem/
Of the bombers, no atomic/
And the monsters that didn’t shoot an and-one/
Hand spun webbing on the conscience of a man’s son/
Which means you can’t run, and can’t hide/
You’re damn right, the Docktor Speckter be the landslide/
Victory of ants, while your history depends/
On the misery of mans, that be livin’ for the franchise/
Vampires on a legacy of blood sucked/
Damn biters be the parody of what’s what/
It’s fucked up, because apparently I’m up-stuck/
Just like the Pyrenees or Pericles amongst the/
Upper rungs of the ones that see the light/
In the blunders of the fight, between the sun against the night, bitch/
I’m fuckin’ sidin’ with the sun if he’s my sidekick/
Cuz otherwise I’ll be the motherfucker gettin’ blinded/

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[Verse 3]

Dock Speck, but with a blade I be the hacktivist/
So fuck fate, if you a hack, you gettin’ hacked to bits/
And it be safer not to act a bitch/
I’m just saying, cuz the crazy be the last to kick/
The fuckin’ bucket, but the first to bite the dust/
Line ‘em up the funnel towards the spider’s touch/
Yeah, they used to shutter at the sight of us/
And now they wanna’ side with us, but I just wanna size ‘em up/
To live action of A Bug’s Life/
Fuck right, I know it’s wrong if I just wanna fuck, right?/
But overnight I metamorphosized/
Tortured eyes, starin’ straight ahead of where the fortune lies/
To where the diggers of the graves go/
To give ‘em shivers, or the willies, what we aim for, and/
What we came for is answers to the same story/
Ample variations say they got a different name for/