Every confession, never mention the stress .
The lesson. T testing Deementors demented to densities to desensitize the sensitive type back and forth with my wriggling rhyme back and forth.
To flip you while you lie .
Bitch
Click flick split the biggest pin who claimed the self as king.
Confession under pressure, still never need to confess to causing the stress
Learned the lesson in silence, teeth clenched,
*HOOK*
My blessings suppressed
Say less, stay stressed
Repent… remorse… regret… pain dressed up as progress
Arrest the mind, mine never rests, I find
Testing dementors, demented dimensions in density
Deadening nerves just to weaponise sensitivity
Desensitise the sensitive type till the sinners feel empathised
Back and forth with my wriggling rhyme, who I murder defined
Words refined, flow in time
Every mothafuckin’ day I see another snake in my eye
Slither and slide through your fibs
I’ll flip this bitch while you lie
Let the truth cut the clips from your script
I just edit the best bits
Click, flick, split, big pin popped the myth
Crown cracked quick when the plot got thin
Claimed you a king but the throne was pretend
You know it’s Harry Gardner’s, bitch
Self-made legend till the mirror chimed in
Decided to hide remorse and sin, sin, sin
The thing sung, the syndicate know the way in
Confess with your chest or get pressed by the verse
I don’t bark, I reverse-engineer the curse
You posture for power, I measure the worth
Truth hit harder when it’s said in reverse
*Hook*
*RAPID MULTI – CALLBACK VERSE*
Puppet strings on my wrists, I been stuck with the scars
Burning heart like a gun, hear the click in the dark
Four a.m., slit thoughts but I stitch them with bars
Chainsaw cadence, rev rage, rip apart facades
Self-sabotage in the mirror, spellcast with intent
Isolation my temple, every breath punishment
Vendetta embedded, regret in the sediment
Truth-seeker escalation, no peace in the temperament
Street math, pain ledger, every loss documented
I don’t flex, I confess till the soul gets fragmented
From the ashes I audit the lies you invented
Past bleeding through syllables, future *premeditated slow to fast -boombap rap verse *
*VERSE 2*
Every day pressure cookin’, I been livin’ in a vice
Trust shattered in fragments, paranoia on ice
Eyes wide, see snakes even hidin’ in advice
Everybody got a price, few will pay it with they life
I been testin’ my limits, stress bench-pressin’ my spine
Mind runnin’ laps round regret, doin’ time
Say I’m bitter? Nah, I’m seasoned by design
Pain aged me like whiskey, left the truth undiluted and dry
*VERSE 3*
Backstep, sidestep, watch the con switch lanes
Same mouths preach love then audition for fame
They want a piece of my fire but can’t sit with the flames
I write confessions in code so the real ones remain
Heart cold, hands steady, no theatrics involved
I don’t snap, I dissolve you with patterns and
