Paranoia Creeping 3 16's - 90's Hip Hop

Verse 1:
I walk through the abyss, cognition cut like obsidian,
City’s a beast, malignant, movin’ in obsessions amphibian.
Lurkin’ in the chasms, every breath like a ciphered psalm,
Eyes peerin' through the dark, cold hands feelin' my calm.
Footsteps double-time, syncopatin' the dread in my chest,
But I cut through the static-I’m immune to the test.
Every echo’s a riddle, unravelin' threads in the seams,
But I sew ‘em back quick, I’m the king of extremes.
I bend through the alley, like light through a prism,
Their moves predictable, locked in algorithms.
Nothin’s calculable, I’m thrivin' in distortion,
Paranoia’s the engine, but I’m steering the contortion.
Quick pivot, every motion’s exact,
I keep ‘em off-balance, 'cause I’m never intact.
Chorus (x2):
They’re watchin’, they’re watchin’, but I can’t perceive,
Specters stalk in silence, like webs they weave.
Voices in the night, but I won’t concede,
Paranoia’s creepin’, but where can it be?
Verse 2:
Streetlights flicker Morse code, clandestine transmission,
My steps sync with shadows, like I’m dodgin' premonition.
The atmosphere thickens, drippin’ with insidious intent,
But I navigate fluid, never hesitant or bent.
Every breeze whispers secrets in cryptic tongues,
But I spit ‘em back-I’m immune to what’s unsung.
Moon beams down, a distant satellite spy,
But I won’t break pace, I defy and deny.
Pulse quickens, but it’s metronomic precision,
I break through their illusions-master of derision.
Specters close in, but I sever the seams,
Paranoia feeds, but I starve all the schemes.
Adrenaline laced with venom, but I digest,
Now I’m the virus, and they’re the infected.
Chorus (x2):
They’re watchin’, they’re watchin’, but I can’t perceive,
Specters stalk in silence, like webs they weave.
Voices in the night, but I won’t concede,
Paranoia’s creepin’, but where can it be?
Verse 3:
Cobblestones crackle like they whisper my fate,
But I move through dimensions, never fix on a state.
Mirrors reflect ghosts, but I see through the smoke,
Every specter’s a farce, their reality broke.
Every labyrinth I pass, I dismantle and chart,
While they’re left behind, trying to pull me apart.
Mind’s fortified, but I walk the line of delirium,
Specters dance, but I dance superior, imperium.
Time twists in fractals, I wade through the spiral,
Paranoia’s the church, but I’m holdin' the Bible.
Ghosts chase, but I drift through their grip,
Evading their capture with every micro flip.
In this opera of dread, I’m no longer the prey,
I’ve written the script, now it’s their turn to pay.
Chorus (x2):
They’re watchin’, they’re watchin’, but I can’t perceive,
Specters stalk in silence, like webs they weave.
Voices in the night, but I won’t concede,
Paranoia’s creepin’, but where can it be?