Intro (DCS)

Damn kids, they're all alike, okay Maybe they're right, okay But the shit is getting right today All it costs is your life, okay, just wait Just wait Just wait till it's on Ain't nobody 'bout it, but the barrier's barely a song Ain't no doubt about it, once you in capacity for sinnin's infinite, isn't it? When it's spinning on a disc, cord is dissonant, skipping bits A kilobyte to eat, a killer might compete up in the right arena Net is like a street in that it's still a trap Tap in to navigate Get the weight up, if still ain't another way Innovate or get passed by dumb luck Either way you a flatline construct And created by everything that went amiss Appetite for detritus is just what it is Attitudе gaining altitude and start to spit And the RAM has demandеd that it's clipping. bi—