Paper Cuts in Silence

(Intro – low grind, chains, breath)

Pink Slip Sniper (ad-libs): Yeah… shh… receipts ready.

Silence Ronin: I don’t bark. I don’t brag. I correct.

(Verse 1 – Ronin)

I glide through the chaos while loudmouths flex air,

Fix a whole operation, never ask for a chair.

Supervisors spin circles, clipboards shaking in fear,

I’m ten steps ahead—Sniper: check the timestamp right here.

Fat chair squeaks louder than the work you pretend,

I mop up disasters, then I dead the whole trend.

I don’t argue, I align, I restore then I’m gone—

Sniper: pink slip chambered, whisper “carry on.”

(Hook)

Silence speaks louder when mistakes start to scream,

I don’t yell, I repair—Sniper: paper cuts mean.

Quiet fixes hit hardest, leave a mark you can’t see,

I vanish with results—Sniper: sign here, initial, agree.

(Verse 2 – Ronin)

Skinny load crooked, three trucks bent outta shape,

I reversed every error, never touched the tape.

I don’t clown, I don’t brag, I don’t chase no applause—

Sniper: audit trail sharp, watch ‘em swallow the loss.

You loud when it’s easy, quiet when it’s grim,

I turn damage to metrics, then I flatten the rim.

Every move surgical, precision on beat—

Sniper: HR-approved venom, disinfected heat.

(Bridge – Call & Response)

Ronin: Move in shadow.

Sniper: Document everything.

Ronin: Fix the fracture.

Sniper: Date, time, signature— everything.

(Verse 3 – Ronin)

Industrial grit in the chest, slow menace drum,

I don’t threaten careers—Sniper: I let files do the run.

Management clueless like “Who saved the day?”

I was here the whole time—Sniper: CC’d, BTW.

Measured breath, iron calm, end it clean, end it right,

I don’t rage, I resolve—Sniper: pink notice typed.

(Outro – fade with ad-libs)

Sniper: Receipts ready…

Ronin: Silence wins.

Sniper: Stamp that