[Intro – ice cold]
Yeah…
I don’t talk much.
I finish shit.
Ronin.
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[Verse 1]
I don’t ask what’s next, I jump in and handle it,
No fuckin’ checklist, no babysitter management.
You wait to be told what to do like a fuckin’ bitch,
Need permission to breathe, I just move and fix.
Oh wait — you say I don’t do shit, right?
“Just sittin’ in the office all day,” yeah, tight.
Must be nice showin’ up, standin’ around, need a sign,
While I’m already elbow-deep unfuckin’ the line.
You loud with opinions, light with the grind,
All that mouth just to prove you ain’t built for the time.
You confuse my silence with lazy — dumbass take,
I don’t narrate my work just to feed your hate.
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[Hook]
Move quiet, get it done, no claps, no praise,
Stick boy all bark, zero fuckin’ weight.
Second Shift Samurai, carved in bone,
You wait for instructions — I operate alone.
(Repeat)
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[Verse 2]
You need directions, reminders, someone holdin’ your hand,
Point here, go there, “tell me again,” goddamn.
I see chaos once and already know what to do,
That’s the gap between a worker and a mouth like you.
You count other people ‘cause you got nothin’ to show,
I don’t count hours, I just carry the load.
You loud in the safe zones, quiet when shit’s thick,
I stay calm when it’s heavy, pressure don’t make me flinch.
You call me inactive ‘cause I don’t fuckin’ perform,
I call you irrelevant ‘cause you stuck in the norm.
Thanks for sayin’ I don’t do anything — cool,
I just don’t do shit with you, that’s the rule.
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[Hook]
No warnings, no flex, just results when it’s real,
Stick boy fragile, ego made outta peel.
Second Shift Samurai, work speaks grown,
You wait to be told — I already known.
(Repeat)
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[Verse 3]
You brag ‘bout effort like it ain’t bare minimum shit,
That’s why nobody trusts you with anything critical, bitch.
You need praise, approval, a pat every day,
I need problems in my path so I can make ‘em go away.
I don’t like you, prick — keep it honest and clean,
Not rage, not jealousy, just you ain’t my scene.
You all noise, no value, just static and smoke,
I’m consistent pressure — that’s why you choke.
When the bullshit fade out and excuses get gone,
You’ll still be waitin’…
I’ll still be Ronin.
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[Outro – final line]
Silence ain’t laziness.
It’s me workin’ without your fuckin’ approval.
And you hate that
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