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MIND TRICKS

Hip-Hop/Rap

MIND TRICKS was released on July 11, 2025 by Shattwell Records as a part of the album SECTION 88

Song Details

AlbumSECTION 88

Release DateJuly 11, 2025

LabelShattwell Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hunter Hagen

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

K.C.

Producer

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Mixing Engineer

H1TMAN

Producer

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Co-Producer

Reasy Beats

Producer

Lyrics

Try to box me in, bit the frame, walk through the walls

I'm off the chain, like a pit that bit the leash, clean off

Cheat code for life, I press up, left, right

Then I respawn at the scene like I never took a loss

Talk slick, I'm biohazard, spit venom and go raptor

And you ain't built for this shit, your whole blueprint's a disaster

Backwards, your rappers really know you after them actors

You say you got heat, bitch, you know that's lighting it with gas tank

Killing them since iPod clicks,

now they Spotify these bars And they hope that the algorithm missed

pray don't pop, this ain't a quiz, I never skipped

Trying to mark me, ouch, just like a scantron glitch

Mind tricks, fine print, rewind this

And blindside my bars, hit like a zeitgeist

Line em up, knock em down, nobody survived this

They don't know what time it is, like a wristwatch glitch

Mind tricks, fine print, rewind this

And blindside my bars, hit like a zeitgeist

Line em up, knock em down, nobody survived this

They don't know what time it is, like a wristwatch glitch

I'm colder than a cryogenic chamber

With a mic in my fist It's like a slicing through ribs,

I call it high precision anger

Want smoke Cool, you lighter than vapor

I send shots through the net like a cyber with a tracer

Watch how I wire the cadence,

Time ticks just like a bomb And they're sitting inside the basement

They're talking that shit, I aim it

Then suddenly, they talking like there was no engagement

These rappers sweeter than pastries, and they think harder, they faking

But no you softer then, the pillows, that's on Satan's vacation

Going ask Sarah tho, she's a better inhalent,

Or maybe better at saving

But every line that I drop, like it's patiently waiting

And when it's ticking like a bomb, and you

just need to save it

But know, you gotta embrace it, and when you

Follow the canes And if you need me to guide you, you just

Need to say it But no, I'm forcing the greatest, before

I torch this place And when the orbit changes, from distorting language

Mind tricks, fine print, rewind this

And blindside my bars, hit like a zeitgeist

Line em up, knock em down, nobody survived this

They don't know what time it is, like a wristwatch glitch

Mind tricks, fine print, rewind this

And blindside my bars, hit like a zeitgeist

Line em up, knock em down, nobody survived this

They don't know what time it is, like a wristwatch glitch

Okay, last verse, gotta make it hurt

Turn the beat into a hearse, put the game inside the dirt

See em talking like they popping, but they barely alert

Say they running shit, but they ain't jogging to work

I got a flow that'll spend space and time

Stephen Hawking, rethink, like all his rhymes

Take a beat, dissect it in each line Flipping syllables in a mall to rewind

Who you know, colder than the pin that freezes spine

Turn an atheist to priest mid-part, and he's sitting like Jesus Christ

These rappers capping heavy, moving goofy

I should charge tax every fake chain in the movie

Talk about your paper, but your label own the script

You just working for the villain, dog, you Peter Parker's chick

You don't get it, that's the difference

I've been flipping these inscriptions, like da vinci's

Coded scriptures, now you see I got inventions

Mind tricks, fine print, rewind this

And blindside my bars, hit like a zeitgeist

Line em up, knock em down, nobody survived this

They don't know what time it is, like a wristwatch glitch

Mind tricks, fine print, rewind this

And blindside my bars, hit like a zeitgeist

Line em up, knock em down, nobody survived this

They don't know what time it is, like a wristwatch glitch

Written by: Kenneth C Shattwell

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