[Verse]
Bro got a spiral twist, thoughts heavy with risk,
Corner of the block, the air colder than mist.
Drill mode—bricks whisper tales of the fists,
Shot clocks tick but the aim never miss.
[Verse 2]
Utzyx vex with the sound of the grind,
Novyx nova in the back of my mind.
Emotional decoding—shades they can't find,
Steering this turbulence, rare state of mankind.
[Chorus]
Tunnels on fire, flames dance through my veins,
Blueprint grit while the hood fuels my chains.
Eyes wide, sharp focus through the window of pains,
Drill becomes opera, raw notes through the rain.
[Bridge]
Breakbeats crashing like bricks from the heights,
Mario levitate through the levels of fights.
Code in my speech, split in binary light,
Emotion commands every word taking flight.
[Verse 3]
Books unspin truths drowned in the depths,
Pages of my psyche now tattooed on the steps.
Mic’s the weapon, soul banging through reps,
Echoes of ancestors giving context to flex.
[Chorus]
Tunnels on fire, flames dance through my veins,
Blueprint grit while the hood fuels my chains.
Eyes wide, sharp focus through the window of pains,
Drill becomes opera, raw notes through the rain.