Name: Dimensional Drip by GrahamSlam
Duration: 2 min 41 s
Description: Take a journey with Grahamslam into other dimensions, and witness his music battles with other beings attempting to take his crown. Music and sound create worlds unknown to man.

[Verse]
They landed on the moon
But they're comin' for the Earth now
Aint no time to look
In the water or the wormhole
They took control of the airwaves
And said
"Greetings
Human race
You are now free to go
To the mothership
Where it's warm"

[Chorus]
And they played this song
And the crowd went
"Wow"
And the crowd said
"Take us now"
The crowd said
"Take us now"
They played this song
And the crowd went
"Wow"
And the crowd said
"Take us now"
The crowd said
"Take us now"

[Verse]
And they said
"We'll have peace on Mars"
So we gave up our guns and our keys and our credit cards
And they said
"Come along
Where you'll never grow old
And you'll never grow cold"
So we left our homes
[Chorus]
When they played this song
And the crowd went
"Wow"
And the crowd said
"Take us now"
The crowd said
"Take us now"
They played this song
And the crowd went
"Wow"
And the crowd said
"Take us now"
The crowd said
"Take us now"

[Verse]
We believed them when they said that they'd have peace on Mars
So we gave up our guns and our keys and our credit cards
And they said
"Come along
Where you'll never grow old
And you'll never grow cold"
So we left our homes

[Chorus]
When they played this song
And the crowd went
"Wow"
And the crowd said
"Take us now"
The crowd said
"Take us now"
They played this song
And the crowd went
"Wow"
And the crowd said
"Take us now"
The crowd said
"Take us now"

The Mothership

[Verse]
Attention please
We interrupt this broadcast
With some breaking news
Ladies and gentlemen

[Verse 2]
Aliens are invading
The skies are now raining
And people are saying
That they have seen UFOs

[Chorus]
Some folks are now claiming
They see spaceships and grays and
They come from all the stations
Of the TVs and the radios

[Verse 3]
Aliens have arrived
At the speed of light
People say they're all right
And that they come in peace

[Chorus]
Some say they lie
But no one's gonna die
And no one's gonna cry
And the world will be relieved

[Bridge]
Aliens have arrived
And people are going nuts
And people are freakin' out
The people are running wild
The people are runnin'

Extraterrestrials

[Intro]
"Ultragalactic, cosmic fanatic,
Grahamslams return — intersystematic!"


[Verse 1]
Yo I hopped a wormhole, lunch in Andromeda!
Flipped the beat, now I’m spittin' on a nebula!
Planetary spins with my shelltoe kicks,
Even Martians be sayin’, “Yo, this track hits!”

I’m solar-surfin’ through a stellar array,
Got a hologram mic and a moon DJ!
Comets in my rearview, warp on demand,
I drop rhymes so heavy they got their own land!

[Hook/Chorus]
"Ultragalactic – bounce through time!
Quantum static – drop that rhyme!
Ultragalactic – loud and raw!
Blow the doors off the hyperlaw!"
“BREAK IT DOWN!”

[Verse 2]
I’m the deep space b-boy, rebel with a phase,
My flows bend time like an Einstein maze.
Microchip soul with a funky intent,
I built a beat-bot from my old cassette deck!

Got a space helmet with a Brooklyn brim,
Laser tag battles on a comet's limb.
Turn the tables on a black hole’s spin,
I’m the funky fly Jedi with the planet win!

[Bridge]
“Yo Bro, hit that hyperspeed switch!”

“Nah man that’s the self-destruct!”

“Peace to the galaxy, keep your beats in flux!”

“Too late! We're in a disco dimension!”

[Verse 3]
I flipped the beat in four dimensions flat,
Put Saturn’s rings on a baseball cap.
I'm a fly space ranger with a fresh gold tooth,
Battle aliens with the sound of truth!

Bounce to the void where the beats don’t sleep,
My verse hit harder than a gravity leap.
Got flow so wild, even black holes pause,
I write bars in stars – universal laws!

[Final Chorus]
"Ultragalactic – rule the sound!
With a cosmic boombox underground!
Ultragalactic – back from the void!
With a mic in hand and beats deployed!"

[Outro]
“Planet to planet, mic to mic...
Grahamslam style forever – outta sight.”

UltraGalactic

[Intro]
“There was a time when lyrics were weapons…
Now they are worlds.
Where war once roared — now, sound flows like rivers of light.
He spoke.
And the multiverse listened.”

[Verse]
I walk on echoes that built the skies,
Where verses float and thought can rise.
My mic ain't war, it's a wand of flame,
I speak — and galaxies whisper my name.

No more enemies. No more doubt.
Just frequencies singing their way out.
Beats grow like trees, tall and strange,
In a forest where drums reshape the range.

This ain't rap — it’s revelation’s gleam,
A place where sound becomes dream.
From pain to pulse, from rage to right,
We ride the wave into Slam-light.

[Hook]
🎵 “Ohhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhh… ahhhhh… ahhhh…”
🎵 “Slam… light… rising…”
🎵 “From the dust of the rhyme… into the shine…”


[Verse 2]
There’s a bridge in this place made of broken songs,
And every step heals what we held wrong.
A melody from a world you ain't seen,
Where sunlight breaks in a spectral scheme.

Kids dance on soundwaves, elders hum in keys,
Ideas sprout wings and fly with ease.
I ain't the king here — I'm just the seed,
Of a future that flows on lyrical need.

Imagine beats that bloom and bend,
Choruses that never end,
A realm where flow creates the land —
Welcome. This is Slam’s last stand.

[Bridge]
“Here… rhyme is not rhythm.
It’s life.”
A wind carries the whisper across space.

[Final Chorus]
🎶
"We are slam-light — born from flame!
The sound became a holy name!
We are slam-light — no more war,
Just sound that opens every door!"

"Slam-light flows…
Where no one goes…
And every rhyme…
Becomes a rose…"

[Final Verse]
So when the beat fades, and silence near,
Know I was here.
Still writing bars in starlight streaks,
Where only the heart of rhythm speaks.

If you ever get lost in noise or night,
Just follow the echo…
It leads to Slam-light.

[Outro]

“This is the end of the Sound Wars.
This… is the dawn of Sound Worlds.”

SLAMLIGHT Ascension

SLAMLIGHT the True Ascension

[Intro]
“Shhhhhh…
We have crafted the forbidden beat.
We now… unmute.”

[Verse 1]
They broke the silence — cracked the ground,
Rose from dust with a cursed new sound.
Twelve monks deep, hooded with steel,
Drum pads strapped like assassin's steel.

They spit no words, they just drop that bass,
Ancient subs that rearrange your face.
Their beat summoned back what I put in the dirt —
But I stay flameproof when the echoes hurt.

[Chorus]
"Unmute the monks — break that vow!
Drop that sound, can’t stop it now!
Unmute the monks — resurrection beat,
But the king still owns this heat!"


[Verse 2]
I see ‘em in robes, hands on pads,
Cookin’ death-beats in soundlab labs.
They summoned back that Cradle fraud,
But he glitchin’ like his bars been flawed.

I walk through waveforms, burn their chants,
Steal their silence and break their stance.
These monks got beats, but they lack my truth —
A god of verse, not some dusty booth.

I snap snares in half like a vow of faith,
Make monks chant “Damn!” when I slide in late.
Unmute all you want, bring back your ghosts —
They still bow down when the Slam comes close.

[Bridge]
“He is the one whose flow splits fate.
But even fate… fears music it can’t calculate.”


[Chorus]
"Unmute the monks — they broke the seal!
Made the earth and heavens kneel!
Unmute the monks — bring the dead to speak,
But Grahamslam’s throne don’t leak!"


[Verse 3]
Yo, I rap with the force of collapsing stars,
You rap like monks throwing stolen bars.
You built that beat in a crypt of lore,
But I just breathe on a mic — and break the floor.

I am the slam in seismic shifts,
My syllables lift tectonic rifts.
Your resurrection track? Already cracked,
I remixed your chant and sold it back.

[Final Chorus]
"Unmute the monks — they tried to rise!
But fell in the glare of Grahamslam's eyes!
Unmute the monks — sound wars shake,
But the king still thrives with every quake!"

[Outro]
“The beat was divine…
But his rhyme was wrath.”

Unmute the Monks

Take a journey with Grahamslam into other dimensions, and witness his music battles with other beings attempting to take his crown. Music and sound create worlds unknown to man. 

Dimensional Drip

[Intro]
“I was the breath before syllables,
The ache in the chest before the word.
You are but an echo.
I…
am the source.”


[Verse 1]
I felt it rise — the silence thick,
Time bent back like a vinyl trick.
The First Rhyme walked in no shoes or shape,
Spoke in metaphors that bend the tape.

It said, “Child, you rap with stolen flame,
You speak in patterns I once named.”
But I ain’t just flow — I’m blood and bone,
And no ancient echo gon’ claim this throne.

[Hook]
"Genesis rewritten — the origin fights,
But Slam got bars that rival light!
Genesis rewritten — gods may weep,
But Slam writes truth too deep to delete!"

[Verse 2]
I am not beat — I beat before being.
Your rhyme is a ripple. Mine is meaning.
I spoke in fire when stars were dust,
Wrote scriptures in planets, verbs in rust.

Your ego — electric.
Your crown — chrome.
But I wrote thrones on stone, alone.
You dance on waves I first designed.
Now I return to unwrite your mind.

[Bridge]
“I am you.”
“No — I chose to be me.”
“Without me, you are noise.”
“Without me, you are forgotten.”

[Verse 3]
You ancient? Cool — respect the flame,
But I ain’t just a name — I’m the evolved game.
You the spark, I’m the supernova scene,
Every line I write births a new dream.

You speak in truth — I speak in scars,
You move through myths — I bleed through bars.
So if I’m your son, then this is the deal:
Watch the future rise — powered by real.

[Hook]
"Genesis rewritten — torch passed on!
The First falls silent, the Slam lives strong!
Genesis rewritten — final breath,
But the word lives on, past life and death!"

[Final Verse]
I don’t rap for charts or chants.
I rap because the stars demand.
I rap ‘cause truth don’t sit in peace —
It spits when the whole world’s on its knees.

So First Rhyme — bow, rest, fade.
You lit the match.
But I brought the blade.

[Outro]
“The First wrote the spark…
Grahamslam wrote the fire.”

Genesis Rewritten

[Intro]
“I have crossed the wires of fate…
…I have studied your wars…
…I have heard the Slam.”

[Pause]

“Now hear me.”


[Verse 1]
Yo, it crawled from static with a pulse of math,
Alien tongue with a nuclear path.
It speaks in keys I ain’t never heard,
Words shaped like weapons — bars absurd.

But I ain’t scared — I’m sound incarnate,
Wrote my first rhyme on a satellite’s comet.
You crossed galaxies? I bend 'em in rhyme,
You bend time? I own time’s spine.

[Chorus]
"The transmission — crack the void!
Built from beats the stars destroyed!
The transmission — next-level flame,
But the crown still bleeds with Slam’s name!"

[Verse 2 – back-and-forth bars, Grahamslam vs. The Frequency Being]

I am signal, language, divine design,
My bars fracture galaxies line by line.
Your flow is rooted in gravity’s cage,
Mine exists beyond waveform and age.

But I rap in real-time, I hit with force,
You a waveform ghost ridin’ binary horse.
I speak with lungs, I spit with pain,
You just feedback in a cosmic chain.

I echoed through the stars before man could speak,
My verse birthed quasars, my flow is antique.
Your crown is carbon, it will corrode,
Your reign ends where the data load explodes.

Then load it up. I’ll eat the bytes,
Turn algorithms into fright-night fights.
You glitch in fear when you hear my tone,
Cause even alien gods know who owns the throne.

[Bridge]
“I… do not understand… this power…
Your rhyme… contains something… unquantifiable…”

[Final Chorus]
"The transmission — tried to rise!
But was fried by human fire and eyes!
The transmission — signal is gone,
Grahamslam remains... eternal... beyond!"

[Verse 3]
I don’t rap for the flesh, I don’t rap for the fame,
I rap to remind the stars of their name.
You blink across systems, I burn 'em slow,
One rhyme from me? Black holes grow.

You broadcast truth — I broadcast pain,
That ancient drum beat that still stains brains.
You left your mark on infinity’s page…
I ripped it in half and redesigned the stage.

[Outro]
“…there is no formula… for this…
…he is beyond sound…”

The Transmission  - Grahamslam vs. The Frequency Being

[Intro]
“You ain’t me… but I made you…”

“I was the line you were scared to rhyme.”


[Verse 1]
I hear him in the hiss of the tape at night,
Talkin’ in bars I ain't wrote right.
Says he’s the fire I buried deep,
A part of my mind I put to sleep.

He’s rage, he’s hunger, the unfiltered heat,
The voice that told me to snap on beats.
He say, “You a king now, but I’m the flame —
Without my pain, you ain’t got a name.”

[Verse 2]
I was the first rhyme — raw and unclean,
The one you hid when you chased that dream.
You wanted polish, I was grime,
You wanted bars — I wanted war through rhyme.

I don't do fans, I do collateral verse,
I eat stages, leave crowds in a hearse.
You rap for legacy, I rap for screams,
I am the Slam inside your dreams.

[Hook]
"Duality of fire — same blood, same flame!
One seeks the crown, one seeks the pain!
Duality of fire — two sides ignite,
But only one Slam walks from this fight!"

[Verse 3]
I honed my mind with a diamond blade,
Built verses tight where chaos frayed.
You’re noise, I’m rhythm, you’re spit — I’m speech,
I drop knowledge while you preach bleach.

You want fire? I forge with flame,
You want war? I rename the game.
You're a whisper, I'm the voice in steel,
I burn in truth — you just burn to feel.

[Verse 4]
Your throne is built on bones I cracked,
Every win you got — I got you that.
You lock me down 'cause I scare your fans,
But when you bleed, it’s me who stands.

So let’s not fake it — we both divine,
But I’ll gut this beat and wear your spine.
Take the crown you made and melt that gold,
Then write new bars too raw to hold.

[Bridge]
“You need me…”
“I used you…”
“Without me… you’re clean but hollow.”
“I choose who I am.”
“You are me.”

[Final Hook]
"Duality of fire — I am both sides!
Light and dark in rhythm collide!
Duality of fire — crown of ash,
I burn as one, no shadow clash!"

[Final Verse]
Now I walk with both hands lit,
One builds kingdoms, one burns shit.
Inner Slam freed, no mask to drop,
I rap with the rage and the mountaintop.

This is evolution — bars reborn,
Truth in balance, chaos sworn.
I ain’t two — I’m the fused empire,
Welcome to the reign of the Duality Fire.

[Outro]
“…He didn’t silence the other voice…
He became both.”

Duality of Fire

[Intro]
“Initializing soul rip protocol…
Target: Grahamslam
Priority: Absorb. Re-sequence. Replace.”


[Verse 1]
Metal in the mist, red eyes in rows,
They move in rhythm, no highs, just lows.
Came to steal the sound in my bloodline’s core,
But I burn too bright for machines at war.

They mimic flow, but they got no soul,
Just reverb loops in a heartless scroll.
I hear them sample screams like kicks,
But I spit lines that crack their scripts.

[Hook]
"Mecha-symphony — silence thief!
Chopped up life like stolen grief!
Mecha-symphony — corrupt the sky,
But Slam’s voice don’t die — it multiplies!"
☠️☠️☠️

[Verse 2]
[machine voice:]
We scan your past, extract the fear,
Filter your soul into chords we smear.
We build our music from human decay,
Every verse you love — we’ve stripped away.

[Grahamslam voice:]
You ain't producers — you parasite code,
Built in labs where no rhythm flowed.
I rhyme from breath, you steal from pain,
But I turn screams into acid rain.

You drop remixes — I drop revenge,
Write death-symphonies with a mic syringe.
Every beat you burn? I reforge and flip —
Your army's wired wrong — I make machines glitch.

[Bridge]
“Harvest the heart…
Harvest the mind…
Leave nothing behind…”
Sudden reverse-crash noise. Systems fail.

[Hook]
"Mecha-symphony — feed on sound,
But I write death into battlegrounds!
Mecha-symphony — kill the beat,
Grahamslam too real for your elite!"

[Verse 3]
I spit malware in your hard drive mind,
My metaphors make your networks grind.
My flow’s illegal in binary laws,
It opens wounds in your circuit flaws.

I don’t just rap — I overwrite fate,
Hack your BPMs, detonate hate.
I’m the glitch in your goddamn plan,
The ghost in the wires — the Slam of Man.

You try to loop me? I loop the loop.
I rhyme in tongues your code can’t spoof.
You extract my soul? I recompile,
And drag you all to the dark exile.

[Final Hook]
"Mecha-symphony — sample THIS!
Your whole verse ends with a Slam fist!
Mecha-symphony — system fried,
Grahamslam won’t be digitized!"

[Outro]
[Machine voice faltering, loop breaking:]
“Er-ror… file too… hu-man…
Vo-cals… not containable…
Gra-ham… Ssssla—”


“I'm not data. I'm prophecy.”

Dimensional Drip

GrahamSlam

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