Chillin Plasma Packets

Chillin in the Room (Tripp-mode activation / brain-drill anthem – revised) [Verse 1] Slumped in the silence, four walls on mute LEDs humming low like a standby suit Then the sub hits tectonic—floorboards confess Fracture lines spiderweb under the desk Tripp track detonates, or was it KennyB’s vein? Frequency scalpel carving straight through the membrane Bassline bifurcates, splits the oxygen thin Suddenly every pixel’s got teeth sinking in .... .... [Pre-Chorus] Pew-pew-pew—plasma packets incoming Random clips from the void, no context, just stunning Glitch gospel, unboxing the frontal lobe One second serene, next second you’re owned [Chorus] BOOM-boom-BOOM, the room levitates Earthquake or 808, either way it dictates Tunes drill direct into the marrow of thought Pew-pew-pew, visual heroin, never get caught Something for you to see, something to delete But the waveform already rewrote your heartbeat Tripp in the feed, KennyB in the seams Chillin’ is cancelled—welcome to the regime [Instrumental harmonica) .... .... .... [Verse 2] Cortex flickering, dopamine on blast radius Memes metastasize, turning calm into madness Algorithm surgeon operating without consent Sutures of serotonin, no anaesthetic scent You scroll for the exit but the scroll loops instead Every refresh a fresh round to the head Laugh-track latency, delayed by design Till the punchline lands and rewires your spine ... ... [Pre-Chorus] Pew-pew-pew—target lock on the idle mind Random videos spawning like they’re self-assigned One frame of euphoria, next frame of dread The feed knows your weak points better than your bed [Chorus] BOOM-boom-BOOM, the room levitates Earthquake or 808, either way it dictates Tunes drill direct into the marrow of thought Pew-pew-pew, visual heroin, never get caught Something for you to see, something to delete But the waveform already rewrote your heartbeat Tripp in the feed, KennyB in the seams Chillin’ is cancelled—welcome to the regime Bridge (half-time, spoken-sung, almost menacing) No warning label. No volume knob left. Just the low-end liturgy lifting the chest You came for the quiet… It came for the rest [Final Chorus] (full stack, ad-libs layered) BOOM-boom-BOOM—now the ceiling’s a drum Every bone vibrating like it’s finally come Tripp track or tectonic, doesn’t matter the source The drill bit is spinning, no turning it off Pew-pew-pew till the pupils dilate wide Random visions rewriting what’s trapped inside Something for you to see… Now it’s all that you be. [Outro] (fading, glitched repeats) Chillin’ in the room… Was chillin’ in the room… BOOM-BOOM