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Letras:

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Yeah, I\'m the one-man conglomerate, sonic architect
Penning the ominous, check the prominent dialect
From the drum pattern to the final mastered track
I\'m the whole damn engine, you\'re a faded artifact
So when you mention the pinnacle, the sovereign of the art
Know the track was finished \'fore you even tried to start
This a closed ecosystem, a phantom in the craft
You can\'t fuck with the vision, go and do the math

### (Verse 1 - 16 Bars)
My fingerprints are smudging up the ivory keys, a melody I\'m clutching with a violent ease
Then I\'m picking up the six-string, a vibrant breeze of acoustic strumming, a silent disease
To you rappers with no substance, a function of the drumming, I\'m a one-man percussion discussion, it\'s stunning
A tap on the MPC is seismic, a cataclysmic event, the kick and the snare is a message that I sent
To the rest of the pretenders, your pathetic attempt is cemented in irrelevance, a testament to your descent
I slide the faders up, a Logic Pro session of aggression, every VST is a weapon of my own discretion
The vocal compression is a lesson in obsession, I\'m the answer to the question, the soul of the profession
You need a team of twenty just to handle the production
I\'m the whole damn symphony, from intro to destruction.

### (Chorus - 8 Bars)
Yeah, I\'m the one-man conglomerate, sonic architect
Penning the ominous, check the prominent dialect
From the drum pattern to the final mastered track
I\'m the whole damn engine, you\'re a faded artifact
So when you mention the pinnacle, the sovereign of the art
Know the track was finished \'fore you even tried to start
This a closed ecosystem, a phantom in the craft
You can\'t fuck with the vision, go and do the math

### (Verse 2 - 16 Bars)
Now the mixdown is meticulous, ridiculously clean, the EQ is surgical, a murderous machine
Carving out a pocket for the bass to sit between, creating an acoustic space you\'ve never seen
I pan the vocals left and then I automate the right, to give the ad-libs life and let \'em take a different flight
You\'re struggling with levels, can\'t even get the balance right, I\'m painting sonic pictures in the absence of the light
Then I\'m mastering the final product, polishing a monolith, eliminating every bit of atmospheric hiss
The syllable schematic is a lyrical pirouette, a quadruple entendre that you struggle to interpret
Intricate, infinite, in a minute I\'m finishing sentences you couldn\'t even start with a syllabus
You\'re looking for a feature, I\'m the feature presentation
The engineer and artist, a divine amalgamation.

### (Chorus - 8 Bars)
Yeah, I\'m the one-man conglomerate, sonic architect
Penning the ominous, check the prominent dialect
From the drum pattern to the final mastered track
I\'m the whole damn engine, you\'re a faded artifact
So when you mention the pinnacle, the sovereign of the art
Know the track was finished \'fore you even tried to start
This a closed ecosystem, a phantom in the craft
You can\'t fuck with the vision, go and do the math

### (Verse 3 - 16 Bars)
I\'m the ghost in the machine and the hand that built the shell, a self-contained parallel you can\'t begin to tell
Apart from the divine, I\'m ringing a different bell, you\'re stuck in purgatory, I\'m designing a new hell
For every wack contender who is praying that I fail, your favorite artist\'s budget couldn\'t cover half the labor
That I\'m putting in for free, a solitary savior, composing the beat and then I\'m penning all the flavor
I am the composer, the performer, the technician, the final decision in this musical condition
You\'re a tribute band, I\'m the original musician, fulfilling a prophecy, completing the mission
I\'m building monuments, you\'re pitching tents in the sediment, it\'s evident I\'m setting a completely different precedent
You\'re a footnote in the story, I\'m the author and the text
You can\'t fuck with the process, tell me what is next.

### (Chorus - 8 Bars)
Yeah, I\'m the one-man conglomerate, sonic architec