Chorus
You looked my way — now you messed up,
You ain’t built for this, better step up.
My flow’s too dirty, you can’t keep pace,
I’m fire in the streets, you’re smoke in my face.
You looked my way — now you messed up,
Heartbeat racing, your luck just ran up.
City keeps spinning, I’m cutting through storms,
You ain’t even seeing levels I’m born from.
Verse 1
Walk in the night — smog, lights, haze,
Words hit heavy, you freeze in place.
Beat so raw, I bite and snap,
Like a dog on scent, I’m on your back.
You follow trends — I write the rules,
You tiptoe safe — I leap over tools.
Air tastes sharp, that’s how I breathe,
City steps in rhythm with the pulse in me.
Scared? Good — that fear is right,
I shine too loud, you fade from sight.
This ain’t an act — it’s carved in bone,
When I speak, even concrete echoes my tone.
Chorus
You looked my way — now you messed up,
You ain’t built for this, better step up.
My flow’s too dirty, you can’t keep pace,
I’m fire in the streets, you’re smoke in my face.
You looked my way — now you messed up,
Heartbeat racing, your luck just ran up.
City keeps spinning, I’m cutting through storms,
You ain’t even seeing levels I’m born from.
Verse 2
Faces around me — same old vibe,
Tired eyes hiding city life.
I run circles — this track’s my trap,
You cry in the corner ’cause you can’t adapt.
You ask why the style so vicious,
This ain’t style — this instinct’s twisted.
Little distorted, little rough, little raw,
But that’s why it hits and breaks your jaw.
Come at me wrong? Better think twice,
I don’t deal soft with the fool who tries.
Your ego’s paper — mine’s forged in steel,
I split the pavement under my heel.
Chorus
You looked my way — now you messed up,
You ain’t built for this, better step up.
My flow’s too dirty, you can’t keep pace,
I’m fire in the streets, you’re smoke in my face.
You looked my way — now you messed up,
Heartbeat racing, your luck just ran up.
City keeps spinning, I’m cutting through storms,
You ain’t even seeing levels I’m born from.
Outro
Steps on the concrete — light slides thin,
Night belongs to me, dirt feels like skin.
You looked my way? You messed up — that’s facts,
I am the noise that wakes the whole map.
