**[Intro – half-time, clipped]**
Yeah
Check—
No warm-up, no warning
CPU overheating, I’m already recording
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**[Verse 1 – double time]**
I been runnin’ laps round a thought I can’t outrun
Brain goin’ Mach-10, mouth full of napalm
Snap when the beat drop, map full of landmines
Tap dance on timelines, fast like a crash log
Tick-tick, thought loop, clickbait, doom scroll
Mind in a wind tunnel, skin feelin’ too cold
Every word ricochet, syllables snowball
Breath control brutal, lungs feelin’ home-rolled
I don’t rap, I detonate sentences
Pentagrams made outta predicates
Grammar abuse with intent to offend
Every consonant sharpened, embedded in heads
I been livin’ on caffeine, debt, and delay
Deadlines chase me, I sprint anyway
They say “slow down,” I say “say it again”
Already three bars past where you thought I would end
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**[Pre-Chorus – staccato]**
No pause, no peace, no sleep
No gods, no leash, no leash
They blink— I’m gone mid-speech
This flow don’t come with receipts
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**[Chorus – chant, breath catch]**
Too fast, too loud, too much
Brain fried, still don’t shut up
Run it back? Nah, good luck
No buffering, no touch-ups
Too fast, too loud, too clean
Blink once, miss seventeen
I don’t rap, I overclock
Till the whole damn system screams
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**[Verse 2 – triplet flow, Twista energy]**
Alphabet acrobat, lyrical lab accident
I juggle vowels while balance breaks cabinets
Panic attack in a Cadillac cadence
Speed limit shattered, I laugh at the damages
Tongue do parkour, bars do gymnastics
I bend every measure till meters elastic
Syntax snap, syllables slap
Every vowel gettin’ thrown in a tactical trap
I’m breathin’ through teeth, no mercy, no slack
You still on the hook? I lapped you a lap
This ain’t flex, it’s a stress test
Mic cord tight like a tourniquet neck
I don’t chase trends, I outrun ‘em
They hop on waves, I tsunami ‘em
You need space? I don’t give none
I just keep goin’ till the beat feels nauseous
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**[Bridge – breakdown, then ramp]**
Hold—
Count to four—
Never mind, too slow
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**[Verse 3 – Busta-style explosion]**
WHO TOLD ‘EM I WAS DONE?!
I reload vowels, unload drums
Every bar hit like a closed fist
No filler, no chorus comfort
I’m a problem with punctuation
Comma splices turn confrontational
Period point like a final boss
Exclamation marks everywhere—lost
Breath gone, still spittin’ like cardio
Heart rate bangin’ Morse code audio
If rap a race, you joggin’ bro
I teleport past the startin’ pole
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**[Final Chorus – stacked vocals]**
Too fast, too loud, too much
Hands shake, still don’t hush
Try to keep up? Nah, don’t rush
You already lost the clutch
Too fast, too loud, no brakes
Tongue twist, whole beat shakes
When I stop? Earthquake
Silence hit harder than takes
extra_unbearable
