[Intro – ticking clock, low 808 rumble]
[MALE – calm]
Tick…
Look—
I don’t kill time, I sentence it — life without parole
Hands on the clock but I still throw hands when it’s time to control
Second to none, but that second’ll drum if I call for the roll
Minute you blink I’m ahead by a second — that’s bodyin’ goals
Watch how I face time — bust down the watch, now it’s facing time
Face your time when I raise the nine — nine on the dial, that’s dangerous time
Dangerous mind, I chamber the rhyme, booth is a chamber, I load it
Round after round, that’s boxing the clock and the ammo encoded
I scope with a vision — telescope bars, I zoom on opponents
Hour of power, overpower the coward, devour the moment
Moment of silence — (tick)… for the beat I just murdered
Murder the measure, I measure the pressure, apply it in thirds
Third degree burns when the mic in my palm
Palm of my hand on the hands of the clock
Clock in, I’m punching, punchlines land
Land mines wired in every bar
Alarm when I chime — I don’t need bells to ring
Ring leaders fall when the king bring spring
Spring forward — I leap with the second hand
Second hand smoke when the weapon blam
Weap-on-ized-rhyth-m, I split-it, I bend-it with syllable clips
Time-line, prime-time, I climb lines quicker than criminals slip
Slip-stream flow, no time to breathe —
Breath control weaponized, chest on freeze
Tick-tick-TICK when I flip that cadence
Click-click-CLICK like the pen start blazing
Write rounds — round table — that’s knights in armor
Armor piercing the target market
Market crash when I drop my stock
Stock rise every time I clock in
Clock out? Never. Overtime pressure
Pressure bust pipes, now diamonds rockin’
Rock the cradle of rap — I father time
Time after time I outlast timers
Timer on silent, violence of silence
I kill with the quiet — that’s quiet violence
Second guessing? I double the seconds
Second amendment flow — protected expression
Expression on watch faces freeze when I step in
Stepping on time zones — jet-lag flexing
Strike one — baseball time
Strike two — war-time signs
Strike three — you out of time
Time served when I serve these lines
Half-time… slow grind…
Let it breathe… watch lines…
Now double it back—
Chron-o-log-i-cal-ly-dom-i-nate-ev-ery-sec-on-d-I-spit-in-a-line
No intermission — I’m ticking tradition
Tradition dismissed when precision collision
Tick…
You don’t got time.
I am it.
[Clock fades]
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