[Intro – glitch stutter]
—click—
Reload the cadence.
Yeah.
Don’t blink.
[Verse 1 – RAPID FIRE]
Mind like malware, corrupt your whole system
Syntax lethal, every sentence go missing
I don’t rap—this is violent linguistics
Every bar punch holes in your statistics
I’m a glitch in the grid, you a blip in the frame
I don’t chase no clout, I eclipse your name
Talk slick online, get zipped by the shame
I put periods on threats, punctuation is pain
808 heartbeat, death march rhythm
Breath too calm for the shit I’m givin’
You still “next up,” I BEEN that vision
I don’t need faith, I bend conditions
Crosswords with the crosses, I bury the doubt
Every line double-edged, merry-go-round
They spin narratives—I spin your mouth
Talk reckless once, now you very real quiet
[Mini-Break – breath]
Uh.
Load again.
[Verse 2 – EVEN FASTER]
I’m grime with intent, drill with a thesis
Street-smart syntax, mind got degrees in
Pressure cook flows till the beat start wheezin’
I don’t miss words—I season
Knife talk metaphors, cut too clean
I dissect careers with a deadpan scheme
They want smoke? I fog machines
Hazy synths when I haunt your dreams
Scouse cadence, venomous vowels
Every syllable sharp like a glass-mouth smile
I don’t bark loud—I don’t need growls
I let time prove who the fuck on trial
You a pawn with a platform, a tweet with a pulse
I’m a blackout clause in the fine-print laws
Every move premeditated, false
I don’t “snap”—I dissolve
[Hook – Chanty, Minimal]
No safety, no saints
No mercy, no brakes
Talk shit—don’t faint
Deneria—don’t play
No safety, no leash
Bare knuckles, cold speech
If I said it—I mean
Every. Fucking. Thing.
[Verse 3 – GLITCH FLOW, WORDPLAY HELL]
I’m a paradox wrapped in a threat display
Ice in my lungs, still I set shit ablaze
You move sideways, I rotate planes
Different altitudes, different stakes
I don’t need bars, I need ventilation
Breath control like interrogation
Every rhyme scheme got compensation
You owe respect with accumulation
I’m punctuation heavy—exclaim my presence
Question marks hang where you lost your sentence
I don’t cap lines, I amend your message
Red pen flow, I edit your existence
Fuck your mentor, fuck your scene
Fuck your list and who you seen
I don’t fit boxes—I break routines
I’m what happen when rage get clean
[Hook – Switch, Faster]
No leash, no law
No pause, no awe
I don’t beef—I war
What you thought this was for?
No leash, no leash
All bite, no preach
They want peace—I feast
On the fear they keep
[Final Verse – LAST SPRINT]
I’m a siren in silence, a riot in rest
I don’t flex—I compress
Whole careers under pressure, distress
You crumble mid-bar, I finesse
This ain’t luck, this is bloodline math
Years of fury in a 16 dash
I don’t crash out—I calculate paths
Then laugh while the aftermath snaps
If the beat got bones, I break ‘em
If the mic got limits, erase ‘em
You pray for a shot, I take ‘em
Then reload the verse and outpace ‘em
[Outro – distorted whisper]
No gods.
No gatekeepers.
No safety.
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