I’m triple loaded, clips extended, wrist frozen
Got the game in a chokehold, throat swollen
Bars hit different, three ways, no warning
Stack it, smack it, pack it – morning, noon, and evening
Step in the booth, I’m the reaper with the scythe flow
Slicing competition, nice with the knife though – chef kiss
Whip the pot like a Benz, suspension suspended, no license
Got the feds watching my pen, but the sentence got three meanings, indict this
I’m packing heat in the kitchen, baking soda arm extended
White girl on the table doing lines, she addicted to the tension
Stacking blue faces while I’m blue-balling the opps, they tensioned
Third meaning? I’m the whole package – bars, bread, and the extension
Ride the beat like a foreign, clutch slipping on the gear shift
Her gears shifting when I’m in it, triple threat, I’m the tier list
Top, middle, bottom – I’m hitting every spot on the tier list
Clear list of bodies, but the body count got bodies, I’m fearless
I’m triple loaded, clips extended, wrist frozen
Got the game in a chokehold, throat swollen
Bars hit different, three ways, no warning
Stack it, smack it, pack it – morning, noon, and evening
Yeah, I slid in after Shadow, now the phantom in the ghost ride
Pull up tinted, windows foggy, she fogging up the inside
Three ways to skin the cat – I skinned the track, skinned the pack, and I skinned her pride
Left her mind blown, third leg thrown, now she texting “why you do me like that?” – I replied
“Business first, pleasure second, third time’s the charm when I re-slide”
I’m charging up the game like a Tesla, current events got the opps fried
Frying pan to the face if they test us, breakfast, lunch, dinner – they get all sides
My flow got layers like an onion, make a grown man cry when the truth slides
Triple entendre king, ring the alarm, I’m the whole damn prize
Wrist on flood, watch the time fly, but the timepiece telling three lies
One for the plug, one for the love, one for the plug in her thighs
I’m the producer and the consumer, I make the beat drop then consume her
Phantom in the night, but the pack glowing – that’s that boof, consumer
Triple loaded (loaded!), clips extended (brrt!)
Wrist frozen (ice!), game in a chokehold (can’t breathe!)
Three ways, no warning – Shadow and Phantom touring
We stack it, smack it, pack it – every single morning!
Yeah… this that triple threat, modern rap resurrection. Shadow came in with the blade work, Phantom floated in with the wave. If you want the full studio version – stems, beat drop variations, or features added – just say the word. I’m in the lab ready to cook more.
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