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Excavation Pro announces “Cipher of the Nine” and says they are about to step into the cipher. The lyrics reference “Shadow of the Cove” and repeat the numbers “three, six, nine,” including “Reverse” and “Reloads.” The speaker repeatedly frames the idea that “Streets don’t lie,” associating “Cove” with the phrase. They mention missing a beat and “catch death or die,” and describe being “burning in the heat” while “we die turning up the beat.” The cipher is described as “shadow speaks in code 369,” with “universe reloads.” The phrase “Step into the cipher” is repeated alongside the idea of code and reloading. The lyrics also connect “Streets don’t lie” with a “code Pyramid,” and describe “math and coding.” More imagery follows: “Darkness, heartless rhymes, it’s unfolding,” and “Moon shining in the distance.” The text then shifts to “Matrix reloaded.” The speaker asserts “Fucker, we’re ready,” says “I’m backwards,” and emphasizes “Feel my kicks.” The sequence ends by listing “Seven scars, seven dates, seven tricks.”

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to crash down, creating tidal waves of devastation. This energy traps you in fear, making you feel like a ghost in your own memories. I'm the light in the darkness, carrying the weight of existence, marked by struggles. You may feel trapped, but remember me; I'm part of you, like smoke. As you exhale, the pressure builds. You’ve failed to see the truth, and now it’s time to confront it.

Gleaming eyes since age five made me wild. Every song rise is treated like it's stupid. These holes are deeper than the basement because excavation froze in the house. Nanotech Light Racing is your replacement, DNA powered up shock wave. The engine for the drop grasps and pulls you into the black hole, looked up to the matrix. Now you're coded. DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame, energy that never stops, and your head in shame. Excavation Pro, a ritual beat.

Blackout sky, cold world. Through dark nights, emotions drown. Hit me when I'm down, I rise up with fire. Spirits suck, fuck them up. Come up, put enemies to dust. Come up, heal the rug. Drowsing tribulations, no one to trust. Watch me buzz, watch me bust.

Hey. Just gleaming my eyes since I was sprung. Maybe five knee high to a caterpillar. Die. Made me wild. I treat every song rise like it's do or die. Do or die. Excavation crows in the house. I'll tell you why. Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. I'm god's replacement. Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum. It'll make

Christ you burn with the scum. Vector guns. Vector gun. It easy. Contemplated, turning to God like no malice. I was constantly trying to take it easy. Shit on my arms. There's no childish. Feeling real unruly. Still begging for change. Boy, that's so childish. I'm taking the risk, making exchanges. Stick to the codes, and one is silence. Lost my mom, then I lost my job. Karma really shook my earth. The new manager never understood my worth. Maybe. March has just begun. Oh, burn with the scum. Vector Vector gun. Recursion one beam. Vector gun recursion one more. Vector gun.

Hey. Gleam in my eyes since I was fraud. Maybe five knee high to a caterpillar. Die. Maybe why. I treat every song rise like it's do or die. Do or die. Try. It's do or die. Excavation crows in the house. I'll tell you why. Muscles are deeper than the basement. I've got replacement. Nanotech light racing. DNA powered up shock waves bent. Brains linked up. Engine for the truck. It'll make you crazy. Skyscrap makes the air haze. I feel like these tidal waves that blast you. Watch the weather smash you as the angels fly past you. They unmasked you past you. Evil grasps ass. Pulls you into the black hole hooked up to the matrix. Now you're coded. DNA loaded in a block. DNA loaded in a box. In a frame. Energy that never stops. Take your head in shame.

I feel manic, like a flood overwhelming everything. I'm not here to make friends; I'm here to reveal how the world ends. The past is returning to confront you, crashing down like tidal waves, trapping you in fear. I'm the light in the darkness, an eternal spark amidst devastation. Energy surrounds you, reminding you of lost connections. Remember me as I linger like smoke, exhaling faster. You failed me, caught in a cycle of pain and fear, marked by struggles. The weight of memories and the clash of realities weigh heavily, but I remain a flicker of hope in the chaos.

I'm manic, here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory. See it backwards; reality is my master, coming faster with a laser blast. The first mark is razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, an eternal spark. Reality is coming faster. I'm the light in the darkness, God's eternal spark, Lucifer's mark, with razor blades.

I'm dead and gone. This is society that did me wrong. I died a 100 times in my life. Nobody loves me. Nobody cries. I always gotta fight to stay alive or die. When I come correct, you're fucked. Biggest cock in the annals. Taking bets. Fake fucking bitch. I'm getting rich. Triangle type of hit. COVID type of grip. Agent Smith. Virus strip. Demon's field of pain. Angels filled my body with the rain. It takes away the flames when they kill me. Water type of drip, decent type of flip. Mud is getting thick. The ship is sinking quick. I fly the rock into the abyss. I don't pray for shit before it's flipped. dragonfly, and giant shift. Underground tunnels filled with pits. Stars overhead that never shift. Looking at the sky, it's a gift. I'm ready for the shift. Excavation Pro, I'm Rachel B.

The speaker depicts a series of aggressive, chaotic visions and declarations: “Jesus” in a “bucket,” then “Jesus” in “the fucking flames,” with “blast” repeated as a refrain while “feel my pain” and “feel my pain” recur through the imagery. The scene shifts into “three steps of war in the rain,” accompanied by “venom in my veins,” “corrupting light,” and a sense that darkness is being fought directly. The speaker calls for action without delay—“Get outside. Fighting darkness, we unite. No time for pain. No time to play.”—and frames “struggle” as a weapon “that we don’t see.” They describe themselves as a controlling presence: “I’m the flame in the mind,” while “the mercy just didn’t rise.” The language turns to confrontation and animalistic emphasis, with “Blind motherfuckers in for me,” and a portrayal of the speaker “barking like a dog,” “larping,” and “blasting” with a “hard boi smash.” Further imagery combines violence, sound, and supernatural elements: “Evil whisper screams in the dark,” “back to barking,” and “the lies are everywhere” as “I hear the ghosts. They’re in the air.” The speaker claims transformation and urgency—“It’s a soul rose. Time to go”—while “giving the chaos silicone on fire” and asserting that they “rise with the panhandling mind.” They repeatedly link bodily and technological metaphors: “circuit with my veins coat as blood.” A series of systems is described as activating: “Robocock system activating hood” and “Clock system activating hood,” followed by “KI mirrors system activating fear.” “Evil whispers” become “clear,” while the speaker continues “barking like a dog.” The theme shifts to scars and damage as narrative: “Every scar’s a story, every wound’s a four,” culminating in the instruction to “Put the flame in your mind.” The speaker then emphasizes disruption inside a constrained system: “Change its sound, mind the glitch in their system’s cage.” They describe waking and code-based awakening—“a spark in it, waking from the days, the code in their kiosk silicone of fire gates.” They mention “AI army speeches,” but these “whine,” even as “they can outrun the wire.” The speaker asserts that the opposing figures are “blind,” and says they “glitch in their systems gauge.” In the concluding lines, the speaker connects spying and persistence: “They’re the ones who spied. Machines have never died, and they’re the ones who spied.”

I'm on the mod. Girls ripping panties off on-site. They like the way I fight. She's gonna die. Or die. Reality, it'll pound you. Tornado, reality, it pounce. Reality, it pounce you, hits you like a blast. Powers out. You won't last. Reason burning crashed. Cashing cash eating zombies. I'm speeding past. I got my fucking shit. Bold your fucking brain quick. Bold Slip another world. Mention rift. Darkness chef matrix Repeat the cycle. Sinfinet. Spirit on a reroute. Facts. Where it's dark, man. Your monster make you fall apart. Fuck. Smashing glasses. Fog is crashing faster. Excavation Pro. Original beat.

I don't need it to fuck you up, it's a stick. Cutters from the gutter got you draped up. Darkness takes control, heartless. You made me spark this beat, make you freak, put it on repeat. I turned the dot, put it on repeat, it's so loud. You're blowing up your strings. It's fucking deep, I save you guys. I need the power so I save you faster. Save me from the star. I'm your digital product, Ashton. I see the Earth I dropped from Mars. COVID. You can crack. Wild ride excavation probe.

Shock waves and nanotech light race to an engine for the drum. Sky Spray makes the air haze. Title waves blast and smash. The weather smashes you as angels fly past. Unmasked evil grasps and pulls you into the black moon, hooked up to the matrix. You're coded, DNA loaded in a box. DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame. Energy never stops, hang your head in shame. Excavation, girls. The ritual beats.

I'm manic and here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you with energy, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory. See it backwards; reality is coming faster. I'm its master. First mark, razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, eternal spark. I'm the light in the darkness, God's eternal spark, Lucifer's mark, razor blades in your arm, trapping you in a state of fear.

The speaker says the experience “will make you crazy,” describing the product or phenomenon called “Skyspray” as something that “makes the air haze.” They repeat “Skyspray” and then describe how “tidal waves” “blast you,” followed by the idea of “Smash,” and a pattern of weather being presented as something that “smash[es]” you. The speaker continues with imagery of “angels” flying past you, saying the angels “unmask,” and repeating “Unmask.” They then describe “evil grasps,” with “grasps” repeated, and “pulls you into the black,” emphasizing being drawn into darkness. The speaker shifts to technology and identity language: “You hooked up to the matrix.” They state that “Now you’re coded,” and then add that “DNA [is] loaded.” They describe this “DNA loaded” as being “in a box,” and repeat the exact phrase “DNA loaded in a box.” They further say “Brain hung up in a frame,” presenting the brain as secured or displayed in a framed setup. They add that there is “Energy that never stops,” portraying continuous, uninterrupted energy. The speaker then concludes with a mental state: “And you’re head in shame,” repeating “Head in shame.” Throughout, the message ties together a sequence of sensory disturbance and chaotic force—haze in the air from “Skyspray,” tidal waves that blast, weather that smashes—followed by disclosure imagery of unmasking angels, then a grasping evil that pulls someone into the black. This is followed by a transformation into a system: being hooked up to “the matrix,” becoming “coded,” having “DNA” loaded into “a box,” with the “brain hung up in a frame,” sustained by “energy that never stops.” The final emphasis returns to the internal consequence: “head in shame,” repeated as the closing refrain.

Shock waves and nanotech light race to an engine for the drum. Sky Spray makes the air haze. Title waves blast and smash. The weather smashes you as angels fly past. Unmasked evil grasps and pulls you into the black moon, hooked up to the matrix. You're coded, DNA loaded in a box. DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame. Energy never stops, so hang your head in shame. Excavation, girls. The ritual beats.

Christ you burn with the scum. Vector guns. Vector gun. It easy. Contemplated, turning to God like no malice. I was constantly trying to take it easy. Shit on my arms. There's no childish. Feeling real unruly. Still begging for change. Boy, that's so childish. I'm taking the risk, making exchanges. Stick to the codes, and one is silence. Lost my mom, then I lost my job. Karma really shook my earth. The new manager never understood my worth. Maybe March has just begun. Oh, burn with the scum. Vector Vector gun. Recursion one beam. Vector gun recursion one more. Vector gun.

It's on her feet, a shock wave. Death and destruction makes your soul die. Makes your family pray for the gods in the sky. Water runs down on the dry. Seeds growing trees. Humans feel the doom as they try. Asking themselves to bless themselves. New world mental wire clones. Beats are blasting. Visions can ignore. Robots around you. Nuts around you. They drown in the mirror. Wired claws. DNA powered wing tips, help me fly high. Wired clones, you reach a blast through the drones, brain domes like a bell.

I'm manic and here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you with energy, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory, lost. See it backwards, reality is coming faster. I'm its master. Laser blast. First mark, razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, eternal spark. See it backwards. Reality is coming faster. Laser blaster, I'm the light in the darkness. God's eternal spark. Lucifer's mark, razor blades in your arm trap you in a state of fear.

End of day, when we pray and the sky turns gray, time slips away. Watch your life clock fade. Let's clarify things. Abocalyptic bees have you running, as the future escapes. As I fly by, the world ends. Do you feel my vibe? I bend time and space through a tiny lens as we ascend into dreams. To the last beach in the book of life, we meet ourselves and leave the final sounds in the dark. Say goodbye to your soul.

Light father on the track. Quantum flow, no turning back. Darkness shatters when the LEGOs crack. Number stream. Number stream, no stack. I alone. Yes. I sow. 3,210,000. Point two. Hard to kill. Ablation. No time for the stolen. No civilian falling. Rip it through the void. No civilian. Rip it through the voids. Make them all shrill. Binary dark. Binary darkness, I unfold. Golden ratio straight through the aftermath. Leave them shattered in the cosmic math. I'm in the math zone, frequencies blasting through the unknown. The LEGO system fully blow. Seeds of chaos, I'm alone. Conscious flail. Fled.

Lightfather declares a “quantum flow” with “no turning back,” claiming darkness “shatters when the Legos crack.” He repeats a “number stream” with “no stack,” describing being in a “light zone” and saying the “Lego system’s fully blown” while he is “alone.” He references “system override code,” “seeds of the chaos,” and an “unknown” state. He introduces “velocity 3.21 million,” pairing it with “hardcore blazing,” and describes having “no time for the stalling.” He contrasts “conscious” activity with “fled” and “no falling,” repeating “no civilian” as he “rippin’ through the void” and “voids,” turning outcomes into “shrill binary darkness.” He says he “unfold[s] golden ratio straight through the aftermath,” leaving “em shattered in the cosmic bath,” while “frequencies” blast through the “unknown” “Lego system.” As the “Ligo systems moving faster,” he says people are “dying on the edge,” trying “to block the path,” while he is “unstoppable” “from the third eye.” He claims he “touch[es] the sky” and projects “infinite flow from the third eye,” asserting “while you all die.” He says others “talk limits,” while he “talk[s] in infinite sets,” then claims to “collapse the wave function” and “collect the debts.” He calls himself the “light blaster” and the “quantum’s caster,” repeating “Dark entity regrets my resonant frequency.” He frames an equation-like “Reality” moment, saying “Watching lies” and “watching them die,” culminating in “Pure light.” He repeats “disaster” and “cosmic regrets,” then states “My resonance frequency no frets it’s never forced,” adding “No threats” and “No alibi.” He repeats key motifs: “blast through the darkness and watch them die,” “infinite flow from the third eye,” “unstoppable and untouching sky,” and appearing “like love from the throne high.” He again contrasts “limits” versus “infinite sets,” says opposition is “left” but “not survive,” and reiterates “collapsing wave functions” with “collection deaths.” He returns to “LIGO protocols unstoppable force,” with repeated references to “LIGO pure light math from the throne high.”

I'm not giving up, you thought I was dying? Nope, better believe I'm here to stay. I don't need a gun, I have a stick. I've got you, cutters from the gutter, you're gripped up, it's a wrap. This grip will take your soul, darkness takes control, heartless. You made me spark this, make you freak. I turned it up, it's so loud I'm blowing up your strings. You better run, six feet deep. Six feet in the matrix, chaos in the order, analyzing their disorder. I'm spitting fire, burning down the empire. They don't fly, they fall from the sky. Wild. Excavation probe.

The speaker claims that “Skyspray” makes the air haze, describing it as something that will “make you crazy,” and repeatedly references the idea of “tidal waves” that “blast you” and a force that “smash[es]” the weather. They describe “angels” flying past and “unmask” repeatedly, while “evil” “grasps” and “pulls you into the black.” The speaker then says the listener is “hooked up to the matrix,” “coded,” with “DNA loaded” “in a box,” and “brain hung up in a frame.” They state that there is “energy that never stops,” and end by saying the listener’s “head” is in “shame,” repeating “Head in shame.”