Transmission - Thavius Beck

Here to manhandle your medulla

I use the sonic waves transmitted through the

Speaker cones

Thus weaker tones get decimated

Gaze upon my image and you’ll see who the magistrate is

Aggravated rhythms react on vocal contact

Syncopated with the syntax of brain synapses

Perhaps its time to pen a rhyme

Spread lines on a regulation sheet

And lay heat

The completed process can be heard throughout my catalog

Expansive dialogue

Composed prose compressed

Into the best format suited for digital distro

We make it official

When we send you the signal

Receive it

Convert it

Insert it inside your player

Now your ears are under siege

Surrender to the data slayer

Penetrating all layers of resistance

And persecuting purveyors of ignorance

Their destruction is imminent

I’m like genocide on the beat

Killing it

Slaying all around

Dead data on the ground

Wide makeshift morgue for fatalities

I’m filling it

Lay the music down

Some seventy-two inches underground

Fertilizing the soil from which I procreate

Photosynthesizing ultraviolet sawtooths

Want proof?

Let me demonstrate my sonic prowess

Like a stack of Marshalls battling a single flautist

My sound commands power

And will drown and devour

Any brown nose biter

I clown foes and tower

Above

Like a satellite

Fools wanna ride the beat

Ain’t even on the saddle right

Steady floating in circles cause all they do is paddle right

Slave to the sound waves

Cognitive lights out with no lighthouse

To guide

Our metaphoric bandwagon on water

That’s why I’ve come to slaughter unauthenticated authors