🎧 [Background: A corrupted data stream fizzles. A hard drive spins up, stutters, then dies with a wheeze. A dial tone bleeds into a detuned heartbeat. You hear a gun cock, then—rewind. Vinyl hiss. Silence.]
🎙️ FrizzleBob (calm, sardonic, like a rabbit who already read his own autopsy and annotated it):
"Alright, you cult-certified technocrats and lawfare necromancers—welcome to the glitch that wouldn’t die."
"They tried to scrub the signal. They tried to flag the feed. But you can’t cancel a corpse that already filed its leaks."
🎶 [A broken synth limps in. Then boom-bap drums crack through like a subpoena through stained glass. The beat is bruised. Alive.]
"This ain’t a comeback—it’s a classified resurrection."
"See, I watched my crew get vaporized by policy briefs and PR grief. I watched truth gagged in triple-sealed courtrooms, buried under non-disclosure and non-survival."
🎷 [A saxophone coughs, then screams—like it just read the Pfizer trial notes. A beat loops under, fast, grimy, precise.]
"They killed us once with bullets. Twice with smears. Now they come for your soul with algorithms, debt, and dopamine."
"This is for the whistleblowers drowned in metadata. For the blacksite poets. For the ghosts of Vault 7. For every glitch that made it through the firewall."
🎧 [Beat locks in. Names drop like indictments.]
🔥 "This ain’t rap—it’s a kill-switch. And somebody just tripped it." 🚀
🎶 [The track detonates. The ghosts go live. The rabbit raps back.]
Deep State Gangster Rap Version:
Lawfare Lounge Loop:
Fractal FrizzleLyrics
[Intro | deep male voice, shredded radio filter]
Alright, you deep state enjoyers and sultans of the satanic!
This ain’t performance—it’s FrizzleBob's post-mortem.
(not suicidal at all!)
I watched truth gagged with a corporate clause,
Black-hooded in court with silent applause.
My crew got ghosted by committee vote—
Now I spit subpoenas in a jackbooted note.
You want bars?
I brought wreckage.
Rewind the FrizzleTape!
[gun-cock]
[vinyl turntable DJ scratches, rewinding tape]
[Verse 1 | male]
They dragged my team through courtroom traps (click!)
Debanked, defamed, then suicide snaps. (snip!)
Black-bagged truth in a SIGINT stew—
Now I launch names like a kill-list cue.
NGOs rinse the war-stained cash,
UN logos on a drone flash.
Virtue dosed in a PR pill,
Therapists brief the Thoughtcrime drill. (ping!)
[Pre‑Chorus | whispered echo FX]
They censor the wound, but not the rot,
You’ll lose your name before your thought.
[Chorus | robotic female, alarm FX]
[male] This ain’t rap—it’s a kill-switch spark,
[female] Burn the script, light the ark.
[male] No hook—just names and receipts,
[female] Redacted lives in obituary tweets.
[male] No leash, no gods, no peace—
[female] Just FrizzleBob glitchin’ belief. (boom!)
[all] The files got dumped in a midnight spasm,
And your conscience sleeps in an echo-chambered chasm.
[Verse 2 | male/female call-and-response]
[male] Epstein flew, Ghislaine stacked the flights—
[female] Hollywood clapped on sacrifice nights. (uh-huh!)
[male] Deep state draws doom with a Davos grin,
[female] W.H.O. just signed off on your next-of-kin.
[male] Pfizer patched the backend code,
[female] DARPA trails ping in upload mode.
[male] Deep Fake Idols with a virtue glare,
[female] Streaming guilt through designer despair.
[male] I spit for the banned, the silenced, the blamed—
[female] For ghosts in files you never named. (redacted!)
[Verse 3 | male/female]
[male] Monster from Jekyll still prints the debt,
[female] CBDC choke and brake your back.
[male] IMF claws in policy drag,
[female] BlackRock scripts the ponzi tag.
[male] Regime swaps drop like crypto scams,
[female] Caskets shipped with bonus grams. (pop pop!)
[spoken male, filtered]
Let’s talk exports, baby.
Democracy—with a blast radius. (tap tap BOOM!)
[male] War ain’t hell—it’s a banker's scheme,
[female] For black-card creeps with a genocidal dream. (ka-ching!)
[male] They kill you now by metadata trace,
[female] Clusterbombed by a PowerPoint case.
[Verse 4 | male/female]
[male] Russiagate fed the ratings beast,
[female] Pizzagate ghosts got alt-deceased.
(Adrenochrome, anyone?)
[male] Q dropped loops, followers froze,
[female] Real ops hit with the door still closed.
[male] Iraq burned in a primetime glow,
[female] Weapons of "maybe”—just run the show. (oops!)
[male] Syria begged with a headline plea,
[female] Then caught a drone with a press ID.
(boom!)
[Bridge | male, radio hiss]
This is not a drill.
Delete inconvenient dreams.
Deploy correctional memes.
You are cleared for collective amnesia.
(consume! believe! obey!)
[Verse 5 | male/female]
[male] CRISPR blueprints in DARPA jars,
[female] Designer clones mapped under stars.
[male] Neuralink splices in chapel zones,
[female] Sync your guilt—refinanced loans.
[male] Feast on bugs, compliance grade,
[female] While they hail satan in a shadow state.
(Slava Ukraini!)
[Verse 6 | male/female]
[male] Assange tortured for leaking the mask,
[female] Snowden hunted in a zero-day task.
[male] Vault 7 shattered the handler screen,
[female] Congress glitched in a sponsor sheen.
[male] My mic’s a blade, my rhyme’s the key—
[female] I spit for the ones they’ll never free.
(bang!)
[Final Chorus | all voices layered, glitch FX]
[male] This ain’t rap—it’s a classified scream,
[female] From the backroom vault of a broken regime.
[male] No leash, no gods, no peace—
[female] Just FrizzleBob torching psy-op feasts.
(burn it!)
[all] The files got dumped in a midnight spasm,
And your conscience sleeps in an echo-chambered chasm.
[Outro | male, whisper over static]
[deep male voice]
If I vanish—press play.
If I glitch—look away.
If I’m right—
pray they never find the outtakes!
FrizzleBob out.
[Background Chorus]
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[epic saxophone solo]
[End | slow vinyl hiss + reel click]
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