Monsta Intact

INTRO FEMALE SPOKEN VOICE You are a monster. # VERSE 1 Look at the common denominator ‘cause I’m gonna be the mediator for the evil and the hater up against a batter and I’m on a phenom like he wanted them on and I wanna do it and I’m killin’ ‘em and I’m ready for rhythm and an imminent amount of energy when it be at a level level with the other with the butter and a vocal epitome at a gutter with the dialect of venomous and I’m never stutter when I be doin’ it I’ma come through with it when I ruin it for whatever competitor cover they gotta do it and I’m wreckin’ ‘em up in a particle an itty-bitty matter hit ’em with the data with that I be then I’ma do it with a sort of an originator givin’ it with a syllable-y all to the music and the mechanism makin’ the track and the mac and the manner melody and the be in a way get your bodies a-flickin’ and feelin’ that you gotta get when you be hearin’ the way I’ma put it together when I come with the pattern of punishin’ motherfucker with the fuck am I doin’ nobody could ever come and kill ‘em I’m in the habit of crushin’ a motherfucker. Vocal slows slightly KRAYZIE BONE Built from the blackout, crawled out the fallout, walked through the fire without ever calling a timeout, all of the doubt turned into a route, now every obstacle look like a detour I’m plotting around. Mind of a maze, heart of a furnace, learned how to flourish while standing where everything’s burning. Turning the pressure to purpose, the burden to verses, emerging with certainty stronger than everyone serving rehearsed shit. Step with precision, every decision was forged in collision, surviving conditions that taught me to listen before I was speaking. They reaching, I’m already leaving the edge of the map where the fear quit breathing. Reading the room like a code, carrying weight that nobody knows, soul full of scars that nobody shows, still I keep walking wherever it goes. Every mistake became part of the blueprint. Every defeat became part of the movement. Every closed door became another lesson. Every hard fall became another weapon. I don’t need luck… I manufacture momentum. I don’t need approval… I outlive opinions. I don’t chase history… I leave fingerprints on it. Storms outside… Never matched the ones I survived inside. Pressure don’t crush me… Pressure introduces me. Silence became my teacher. Patience became my language. Pain became my professor. Faith became my anchor. Every chapter darker than the last one, still I found another sunrise somewhere hiding underneath the ash. Everybody searching for shortcuts… I’m searching for permanence. Everybody chasing attention… I’m chasing legacy. Difference between us… You counting applause. I’m counting endurance. The clock never waited. The world never paused. The scars never faded. The hunger evolved. Every mountain looked impossible… Until I climbed it. Every shadow looked endless… Until I walked through it. Now every room I enter… Feels smaller. Every challenge… Looks familiar. Every fear… Already met me. Now I’m introducing myself to it. Built from resistance. Driven by purpose. Nothing accidental. Everything earned. No mask. No gimmick. No imitation. Just another soul… That refused… To disappear. KYRA NOVA Product of pressure, I came from the fracture, adapt to disaster, master of every chapter, capture the moment and shatter the actors. Back with a battery pack full of black matter, crash through the chatter, scatter the doubters, climbin’ the ladder while half of these rappers still lookin’ for patterns. I don’t just rap… I engineer hurricanes. Every syllable loaded, every sentence explosive, every cadence contagious, every movement corrosive. Built from the static. Raised in the madness. Mind like a labyrinth, heart full of matches. Strike one… the whole room burning. Strike two… every bridge turning. Strike three… ain’t nobody learning. Now everybody watching while the whole damn world keeps turning. Predator mentality, never needed validation. Every failure taught me more than a hundred celebrations. Calculated devastation, breaking every limitation, creating new dimensions inside every conversation. I don’t follow trends… I bury ’em. I don’t chase legends… I challenge ’em. I don’t fear pressure… I weaponize it. Turn every setback into another damn riot. Watch me pivot. Watch me shift. Watch me build another gift. Every scar another lesson. Every loss another lift. Whole squad moving silent, never speaking on the mission. By the time they see the vision… we already changed the system. Footsteps heavy. Storm clouds ready. Pulse unsteady. Still… I keep climbing. Eyes locked. Never blinking. Always thinking. Never hiding. Pressure make diamonds… so imagine what it made me. Everybody talking crazy… until the spotlight finally pays me. I’m the echo in the hallway. The shadow in the doorway. The reason every critic got another damn essay. Momentum never borrowed. Every win was earned. Every bridge that ever burned became another place I learned. Nothing accidental. Everything intentional. Every verse another blueprint. Every move monumental. Monster? Nah… I’m evolution. The next chapter. The next problem. The next revolution. KYRA NOVA. HOOK (heavy 808s hit harder, piano stabs, slight vocal layering) I’m a monster, tongue twistin’ like a chopper, no stoppin’ Body bag rappers, leave ‘em droppin’, no option Venom in the syllable, killin’ every interval Twista on the track, turn the beat to a burial Monster! (monster!) Fast flow, heart cold Crushin’ every soul who thought they had control Monster! (monster!) Double-time demon You hear the 808s screamin’ — I’m the reason! TWISTA VERSE 2 Back with the black magic, spittin’ automatic, acrobatic with the tactics, havoc in the attic of your mind I’m climbin’ in and hidin’ sin, providin’ grim reminders that the timer’s tickin’ quick, I’m the viper with the diction, fiction never fittin’ when I’m flippin’ every sentence into weapons, dissectin’ your protection, no correction, pure infection, spreadin’ through your section like a lethal injection. Precision with the vision, I’m the division of the sickest, twistin’ linguistics into ballistic missiles, whistle while I rip through tissues, issues gettin’ dismissed quick, you’re just a misfit in the midst of this twisted twisted twister, I’m the twister, Mr. Lister of the bodies pilin’ higher, fire in the wire, entire empire retires when the tire screeches, speeches turn to speeches of defeat, I eat the beat, delete the weak, no peace, release the beast.Adrenaline adrenaline, venom in the pen again, bendin’ every letter till it’s better than the veteran, never settlin’, meddlin’ with the devil then, levelin’ the seven sin citizens, I’m infinite, invigorate the intricate, intimidate the imitate, annihilate the candidate, can’t relate? Too late, checkmate, I dominate the rate, accelerate the hate, create the quake that shakes the state, you hesitate — I detonate. TWISTA VERSE 3 Shadow in the cipher, sniper with the cypher, hyper like a viper bitin’ through the hyperbole, verbally murderin’ every nursery, cursin’ in the circuitry, circuitry surge hurtin’ me? Never, I’m the terror in the leather, forever the trendsetter, cheddar never better ’cause the flow so cold it freeze the weather. Unleash the unleashed, beast from the east to the west, press the flesh till it’s stressed, confess you’re less than the best, I’m the pest in your chest, infest the rest of the set, dissect your setlist, rip it to shreds then I’m onto the next, flex with the techs, complex context, context of the conquest. No contest, I’m the context, convex with the concepts, bomb threat in the bomb vest, calm yet I’m the calm before the bomb, psalm of the psalmist TECH N9NE Built with a different equation, breaking the matrix, escaping the cages, making the pages ignite like they’re stages, engaging the rage in the faces of haters, never complacent, awakening greatness, invading the spaces where fear used to stay, I don’t wait… I accelerate. Mind full of mechanisms, living in logarithms, turning every limitation into another algorithm. Every syllable calibrated. Every sentence activated. Every thought regenerated. Every obstacle evaporated. Pressure? I metabolize it. Chaos? I organize it. Failure? I analyze it. Victory? I don’t fantasize it… I manufacture it. Every move intentional. Nothing accidental. Built another level while they still debating whether I belong. By the time they recognize it… I’ve already gone. Running through dimensions where the rules don’t apply. Every time they draw the line… I’m already redesigning what the line was supposed to define. Thoughts moving faster than the pulse inside the room. Vision getting clearer every second through the fumes. Built from resistance. Sharpened by persistence. The distance between impossible and inevitable… Is discipline. Everybody chasing moments. I’m constructing movements. Everybody looking outward. I rebuilt the blueprint. Storms don’t scare me. They introduce me. Pressure doesn’t break me. It improves me. Silence became strategy. Patience became mastery. Failure became fuel. Purpose became gravity. Watch me… Shift. Adapt. Create. Expand. Every setback another staircase. Every closed door another pathway. Every scar another signature. Every chapter another elevation. Momentum never borrowed. Everything earned. Every bridge that burned became another reason to keep building. Never waiting. Never fading. Never folding. Never settling. Evolution isn’t something that happens to me… It’s something I choose… Every… Single… Day. TWISTA VERSE 4 corners gettin’ cornered, foreigners and locals gettin’ slaughtered by the vocal, total takeover, no composure, exposure of the poser, dozin’ off? I’m closin’ coffins, often coughin’ up the offerings, sovereign of the sufferin’, bufferin’ never, I’m the terror forever. Catastrophic with the phonics, supersonic supersonic, chronic with the chronic flow, I own it, I’m the owner of the throne and the opponents gettin’ overthrown, bones gettin’ broken, spoken in the token of the omen, no jokin’, chokin’ on the smoke when I invoke the unholy, slowly but surely I’m purely a fury, a flurry of worry for any adversary scary of the very vocabulary that’s scarin’ the cemetery. Paralyze the paradigm, paradigm shift with the gift, lift the rift and the myth, twist it with the Twista twist, persist and consist to dismiss and resist any assistance, existence isistence in the distance, I’m the persistence of the vicious, malicious, ambitious to diminish your whole existence in an instant. Final boss, no loss, exhaust the exhaust, cost ’em everything, bring the sting like a scorpion king, swing the thing that make the ring collapse, relapse on the track, black out the map, overlap the overlap, attack the wack and that’s a fact monster intact. EMINEM Born in the static where panic was packaged and sold by the gallon, built from the pressure of carrying mountains while balancing malice and talent. Back with a backbone stronger than steel, never been one to conceal what I feel, every defeat became part of the deal, every wound eventually started to heal. I don’t just write… I architect chaos. Every bar another blueprint. Every rhyme another movement. Every loss another lesson. Every victory another proving. Mind full of engines. Soul full of lightning. Storms keep coming… I just keep writing. Built for the uphill. Raised by resistance. Never asked permission. Only built persistence. Watch me evolve. Watch me adapt. Turn every closed door into another map. Critics talking… Let ’em. Doubt keeps fuel inside the engine. Pressure doesn’t break me… It introduces me. I’m not chasing greatness… I’m constructing it.