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Intro Yeah… they told me I was broken. But I broke myself to build myself And see they don't know but the Funny thing about cracks or anything broken is that well—light just leaks through. Heh. I let em have a time to shine, hahaha but now Watch this. CHOURS - (C.J) fractured genius, half dream, half demon, Laughin while bleedin’, craftin all new meanings. They tried to patch me, I passed that ceiling, Now the cracks in my skull got fans still fiendin’. I’m a fractured genius, can’t cage what’s free, Mind made weapons outta broken beliefs. Yeah, I lost my peace but I found relief, Now the noise in w head sound kinda like me. Verse 1 – (C.J) I was that quiet kid, with a violent wit, i was science bent, Mind wired like a riot inside of a violin. Tryin’ to blend, instead I’d fry the lens, Eyes on the prize while they try not to get exiled again. Teacher said, “He needs medication.” I said, “Nah, I need dedication.” Every scar in the margin’s a declaration, Now I spell devastation in perfect cadence. Bully with a ruler, I turned to a shooter— Not with a Glock, but a bar-line bazooka. (fire bars) Hit the chalkboard, boom, brain-shaped crater, Fast-forward later—now I’m pain’s translator. Doctor said, “Calm down.” I sped up instead, Thread thoughts through the needle while I bled from the head. Said meds for the dread—nah, I’d rather take lead to the head, Turn trauma into commas while they stutter what I said. Every flashback’s fuel, I fuse with the fuse box, Shock value true talk, flu shot of rude thoughts. Mood-swapped, chewed clocks—time don’t heal me, I rewind reels, redefine what’s real-see? Switch flows mid-code, glitch mode engage, Brain overload, spit O’s on the page. Crowd froze—OH NO WOAH “YO, bros outta the cage!” Yeah, but the cage built rage that became of this stage. Now I’m grown but the ghost’s still rent-free, Whisperin’, “Remember when they didn’t believe?” Yeah, I do—so I built every beat From the teeth of the trauma they said I should delete. I’m a paradox—therapy and threat in a box, Lyrics lock shock like defib shocks. Mock me? Please, I’m disease with a doctorate, Talk slick? I’ll breathe and demolish it. Half C.J’s mirror, half Cam’s snicker, Half sinner, half scripture, pen flicker thats quicker. Now I’m richer in scars than glitter in bars, But the stitches made pictures that orbit the stars. Hook - (C.J) I’m still fractured, but upgraded, faster, Mastered disaster, laughter plastered. (just kidding) They thought I’d crash, but I mapped that chapter, Now the pain uploads—massive data transfer. Fractured genius, mind re-sequenced, Lines so deep you could mine for meanings. They said “heal”—I redefined the feelings, Now I’m steel with a pulse and divine mis-dealings. VERSE TWO - (C.J) Back from the black screen, cracked dreams patched clean, But the vaccine’s caffeine—rap fiend, machine. Every track’s caffeine, jackhammer spleen, I’m the algorithm’s aneurysm in a flatline meme. Clickbait brainstate, glitch in the gate, Got a 808 heartbeat shiftin’ the fate. Critics debate if I’m sick or the great— Either way, I dictate what they imitate. I been patched and rebooted, still ruthless, computed, Therapeutic illusions that bled into music. Used to talk to my demons, now we group-chat fluent, They send beats, I abuse ‘em, it’s mutually human. I’m the ghost in the cloud, code in the crowd, Notes are too loud, no overload now, no dial-down. Flow pyroclown, smile in a meltdown, Child of the error, heir to the sound. Every syllable’s a weaponized molecule, Follow through, logic duel, volatile chronicle. Honest truth? I’m phenomenal, But I still hear echoes of the hospital chronicle. Speed burst— Still hear that bell from the hallway flashback, Still smell that chalk when the walls all cracked. But I learned how to carve every scar that stacked Into bars that slap where the gods collapsed. Now my conscience glitched, my logic switched, Every tick in my brain’s a sonic twitch. If life’s a bug, then I’m honest rich— ‘Cause I profit its off what they call unfit. I’m the sequel and the sin, the equal and the end, I don’t break—I bend, then trend again. Every friend pretend, I transcend the pen, I’m the lens that bends when you mend again. They want sane? I’m too trained in chaos, Play-off brainwaves—ain’t no days off. Paid off pain, made art from layoffs, Now I’m a god built from 8-mile face-offs. They asked if I finally healed. Nah. I just learned how to rhyme the symptoms. CHOURS - (C.J) I’m a fractured genius, chaos cleanest, Laugh through weakness, map new regions. They tried to chain me—I changed the sequence, Now my pain got cadence, my brain’s allegiance. Fractured genius, cracked but gleamin’, Facts still screamin’, tracks still heatin’. Yeah, I lost my peace but I found my piece, Now the noise in my head sound kinda like peace.

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