The arrival anthem, rebuilt for the pit. Same bars, same swarm, same monkey — re-broadcast at rave wattage. The announcement that opened the album returns as a closing act you dance to.
Filed as a bonus transmission after field testing confirmed what the squad suspected: the moat holds a beat drop. The water carries bass further than stone ever did.
My bots move quicka,
I’m the pattern picka,
You old-school dust,
And my rhymes hit sicka,
Elite Munky,
Motherfuckin moat digga,
Smoke in the room,
I’m the code-script flippa,
Big-brain figga,
Glitch-born enigma,
Agent-swarm king,
I’m the wire-warp wizard.
Circuits in my brain going insane,
Tame, stay tame,
Panic is lame,
Buck stops here,
Ain’t no one to blame,
Fame, fame,
Somebody fan the flame,
Too many sparks,
Now we blowing up the game.
Here come the swarm,
I warned you they Munky-sworn,
Bots in formation
From the night to the morn,
Lyrics I wrote
Coming out the AI throat,
Kingdom in code,
And I’m digging that moat.
Blueprints hot,
Got the whole damn plot,
Raiders talk loud
Till the firewall lock,
I don’t swing steel,
I make systems explode,
Ten thousand bots
With a palace to hold.
So gimme that smoke,
Let the weak ones choke,
I see the pattern
Before anyone spoke,
Call me insane,
But you’ll quote what I wrote,
Elite Munky,
Motherfuckin diggin the moat.