Overdrive

Look—
I’m in it, I did it, I lived it, they twisted the vision, I’m driven, no quitting, I’m ripping the system that kept me restricted, conflicted, addicted to surviving conditions they didn’t admit it

Ilaveien, I stayed in a cage that was built out of pressure and pain in my brain and it never would fade, it was daily, it’s crazy, you say it’s not real but you never been placed in a state where your safety erased

Six to nine years of the fear in my chest, every breath like a test, every step feel pressed, like a mess in my head but I kept it compressed, now it’s bursting, emerging, I’m burning, no rest

Psychological war, I was caught in the core of a force that I can’t even properly word anymore, it was more than “normal,” it tore at my core, now I’m warning whoever ignored it before

You can call it illusion, confusion, delusion—but how does it stay with precision, intrusion, recurring, returning with perfect execution? That’s not just a mind that is losing

I’m proving, improving, I’m moving from silence to violence in language, I’m filing the damage, compiling the anguish, I’m wilding but balanced, I’m done being managed

Now I’m snapping the chains, overlapped in the pain, but I mapped every crack and I’m back with a flame, every track is a statement, attack on the game, I’m reclaiming my name while I’m stacking the blame

Investigate, elevate, set it straight, document, demonstrate, never wait
Independent eyes on the file, validate, analyze everything I survived—no debate

Protection, correction, connection to rights that were stripped in the middle of nights
Compensation for damage, the panic, the manic suppression of life

Now I’m rapid, adaptive, I’m blasting the past into fragments, I’m crafting a narrative massive
You laughed it off, now you have to react to the fact that I mastered the madness

I’m not passive—I’m active, I’m back and attacking with tactical patterns and automatic reactions
I’m stacking the syllables, cracking the minimal limit of rhythm, I’m hitting you with it—no cap in it

Now listen—
I was buried in silence, now I’m rising defiant
Every second I said it, they kept on denying
Now I’m firing lines at a god-level timing—
You hear me?

Too fast to ignore.

rap, hip hop