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Mr. Proteus (DJ Pack)

by Proteus x Black Art Ninja

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Mr. Proteus 04:52
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When the Daredevil's on the decks, they can't control the damage It’s Mr. Fear, loud and clear, your mortal mind can't manage The plunderer of brain cells, freestyle organizer More improvisation than that guy named MacGyver Like a deep sea diver, I delve into cold, dark water The praying mantis from Atlantis blowin' up like a mortar Explosion Mind corrosion The red costumed trapster While the city sleeps, I telepathically fracture Your whole mental frame, go forth and rearrange And leave broken turntables, bloodstains, and fuckin' cranium pain Yeah-ha-ha, cause I'm the tri-man The boss raider gladiator The stunt-master, torpedo wack-style exterminator The serious jester The death head night hawk The blackwing mandrill, into the tunnel that I walk Down with the Morlocks, this is where I belong Hang with Typhoid Mary and she sings me her songs So don't try and scheme on the brother in brimstone The scorpion robot delving into the unknown Piecing a creation like a graffiti master Searching for a giant mutant frog Like the master blaster I’m faster You in plaster ‘Cuz you stepped to the screamer Flowing like a stream of screaming streamers And broken misdemeanours Freestyle miscellaneous from the bugged out indestructible man The dark messiah with a plan To use speed like Shazam And jump around like a samurai empowered and juiced Yeah, the copperhead mind-wave officially on the loose AWOLed from juvie and the styles jumped off And like the fall of the mutants, mad lives are lost By the hands of the Deathwalker As the skills unmask The alien life form with just one task Yeah, will now explore rap with a prestige format With a cybernetic mind that was built for combat Ah, you can call me Lithium ‘cuz I'm on an expedition To see the other side and meet Lando Calrissian Nitroglycerin thoughts straight from the Starslammer My styles be spaced out like the broke smoke the bammer Hammered so I stammer, I'm the spaced invader The illegal cybernetic body part trader The Grader’s what they call me I'm the machine that's gonna level the Earth A crusader You're just a wader as I delve into the depths of the murk I go to work, I'm the octopus Sonically reinforced With more fly shit in my brain than your average heliport The report I distort, the diesel boy with the decibels Hell, when I yell, I compel, my aura’s fuckin' electrical Every molecule of me is a chemical when I get egotistical And bust that fanatical frontside, crooked grind to fakie style I'm the cream of the scene, the spectro’s gone wild The urban junglist with bass technology when I drop drum science With toxic reasons for reality defiance So get the fattest, freshest, kindest bud that you’ve ever smoked Like that velveteen green kinda herb, and listen to what I wrote ‘Cuz it's dope when I'm blowin' future breeze in my speed garage Pharmaceutical perfection, camouflaged collage So you can't sabotage my futuristic flavour And you can't buy cool, so I'll Pharcyde you later ‘Cuz I got to slipstream Yeah, with the slime people Use my solar force to show there's no equal Yeah, yo, it's the atomic baby With an influence that's mystical Harmonical Hysterical Strange style individual My tyrannical life force is an urban takeover on cruise control Harmonic convergence, youthquake from the binary code From the ones and zeros, I get progressive and underground The mission to the unknown myth-maker has got an alien sound That I found in the hall of dolls Freestylin' with Kabal about the meaning of it all Even the power of the Daleks can’t compare to the man with the weird stare In the next junction stage rockin’ Timbaland footwear MC Doctrinaire in his polyphonic dream state A new trip stage in the lyrical mind rape Cosmosis Return to the source, yes, I'm the vinyl trixta The war machine on the tenth planet Yes, the gunfighter mixer The underwater menace posse’d up with Cybermen on the moon base The faceless one rapture, mind-fuck freebase Blending hardcore with twisted techno madness In the Uron Galaxy system with a head full of badness Programmed on the planet Zoytek, and now I'm profilin’ The drum n bass ambassador, zoning and styling Yeah, ha, yo, freedom and expansion Ill as Charlie Manson The fury of the deep who gets support like stanchions From the dominators dropping bombs in the wheels of space The enemy of the world Moving bowels with vortexual bass In your grill it’s the mind robber Spinning webs of fear, planting seeds of death The space pirate is here The spearhead Silurian villainous renegade Time Lord The most deadly weapon in the galaxy is psycho mind roar With my Claws of Axos I reside in Technopolis Dropping higher states of consciousness from here to Futuretropolis Never minimal in the house I smack the auditory senses Crashing big beat with progressive breaks for my brain commences
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Mr. Proteus (radio edit) 03:05
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Yeah, yo, it's the atomic baby With an influence that's mystical Harmonical Hysterical Strange style individual My tyrannical life force is an urban takeover on cruise control Harmonic convergence, youthquake from the binary code From the ones and zeros, I get progressive and underground The mission to the unknown myth-maker has got an alien sound That I found in the hall of dolls Freestylin' with Kabal about the meaning of it all Even the power of the Daleks can’t compare to the man with the weird stare In the next junction stage rockin’ Timbaland footwear When the Daredevil's on the decks, they can't control the damage It’s Mr. Fear, loud and clear, your mortal mind can't manage The plunderer of brain cells, freestyle organizer More improvisation than that guy named MacGyver Like a deep sea diver, I delve into cold, dark water The praying mantis from Atlantis blowin' up like a mortar Explosion Mind corrosion The red costumed trapster While the city sleeps, I telepathically fracture Your whole mental frame, go forth and rearrange And leave broken turntables, bloodstains, where the UFO abduction Then begin the production Of simulated black hole suction Every molecule of me is a chemical when I get egotistical And bust that fanatical frontside, crooked grind to fakie style I'm the cream of the scene, the spectro’s gone wild The urban junglist with bass technology when I drop drum science With toxic reasons for reality defiance So get the fattest, freshest, kindest bud that you’ve ever smoked Like that velveteen green kinda herb, and listen to what I wrote When I prescribe the prescription I make them all walk like Egyptians ‘Cuz they got their whole style from their Source subscription You can call me Lithium ‘cuz I'm on an expedition To see the other side and meet Lando Calrissian Nitroglycerin thoughts straight from the Starslammer My styles be spaced out like the broke smoke the bammer Hammered so I stammer, I'm the spaced invader The illegal cybernetic body part trader The Grader’s what they call me I'm the machine that's gonna level the Earth A crusader You're just a wader as I delve into the depths of the murk I go to work, I'm the octopus Sonically reinforced ‘Cuz it's dope when I'm blowin' future breeze in my speed garage Pharmaceutical perfection, camouflaged collage So you can't sabotage my futuristic flavour And you can’t buy cool so I’ll Pharcyde you later
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Mr. Proteus (radio edit instrumental) 03:05
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Mr. Proteus (radio edit acapella) 03:05
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Yeah, yo, it's the atomic baby With an influence that's mystical Harmonical Hysterical Strange style individual My tyrannical life force is an urban takeover on cruise control Harmonic convergence, youthquake from the binary code From the ones and zeros, I get progressive and underground The mission to the unknown myth-maker has got an alien sound That I found in the hall of dolls Freestylin' with Kabal about the meaning of it all Even the power of the Daleks can’t compare to the man with the weird stare In the next junction stage rockin’ Timbaland footwear When the Daredevil's on the decks, they can't control the damage It’s Mr. Fear, loud and clear, your mortal mind can't manage The plunderer of brain cells, freestyle organizer More improvisation than that guy named MacGyver Like a deep sea diver, I delve into cold, dark water The praying mantis from Atlantis blowin' up like a mortar Explosion Mind corrosion The red costumed trapster While the city sleeps, I telepathically fracture Your whole mental frame, go forth and rearrange And leave broken turntables, bloodstains, where the UFO abduction Then begin the production Of simulated black hole suction Every molecule of me is a chemical when I get egotistical And bust that fanatical frontside, crooked grind to fakie style I'm the cream of the scene, the spectro’s gone wild The urban junglist with bass technology when I drop drum science With toxic reasons for reality defiance So get the fattest, freshest, kindest bud that you’ve ever smoked Like that velveteen green kinda herb, and listen to what I wrote When I prescribe the prescription I make them all walk like Egyptians ‘Cuz they got their whole style from their Source subscription You can call me Lithium ‘cuz I'm on an expedition To see the other side and meet Lando Calrissian Nitroglycerin thoughts straight from the Starslammer My styles be spaced out like the broke smoke the bammer Hammered so I stammer, I'm the spaced invader The illegal cybernetic body part trader The Grader’s what they call me I'm the machine that's gonna level the Earth A crusader You're just a wader as I delve into the depths of the murk I go to work, I'm the octopus Sonically reinforced ‘Cuz it's dope when I'm blowin' future breeze in my speed garage Pharmaceutical perfection, camouflaged collage So you can't sabotage my futuristic flavour And you can’t buy cool so I’ll Pharcyde you later

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With an abundance of lo-fi singles and videos under his belt, Proteus should need no introduction, but that’s what you’re getting anyway for the first single from his upcoming album, Hey Motherfucker, with frequent collaborator Black Art Ninja on production. “Mr. Proteus” reveals an MC with a dense delivery of braggadocio raps that reference everything from anime through comics and sci-fi to the supernatural in a mix of written and freestyle flows. BAN’s uptempo beat is a catchy Motorik Volca 303-style bassline with an 808 and Volca drum pattern. A squealing improvised Electrolobotomy custom synth line drops in throughout. The single also contains a shorter radio edit that flips around the order of the lyrics to create a song that is significantly different from the original album version. Welcome to the weird world of Proteus!

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released September 2, 2025

Written and performed by Proteus
Produced by Black Art Ninja

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Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, and others. Currently home to The Dirty Sample, Ol' Gorilla Bones, Epic, Tachichi, No Town Vandal, Fortunato, Magick Show and Mickey O'Brien. ... more

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