[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.

No Safety