No warning shots

I detonate syllables into the rhythm and fracture the ceiling
I’m a different kind of sickness, I don’t even need a reason for healing
I’m the feeling you get when you’re doubting your fate and it suddenly flips in a second
I’m the lesson you skip then regret when the pressure is pressing your neck in

I’m electric, I short-circuit the circuit, the verdict is murder for verses
I reverse it, rehearse it in cursive, then curse it, disperse it in nervous conversions
I’m absurd with the wordplay, I turn pain into currency, burn it then purchase the furnace
I’m emerging, you barely surviving the surface, I’m purpose-built perfect on purpose

You heard of contenders? I bury pretenders, I enter the mental and bend it
I send it, then end it, no friendship, I’m ending the sentence, no ending
I’m lending no pity, just gritty committee of killers of rhythm assembled
You tremble, I mentally level the devil and revel in everything dreadful

No warning shots, I let it pop when the pen drops
I turn silence into sirens when the engine stops
You talk a lot ‘til the moment that the pressure locks
Then it’s quiet when I fire, that’s the message — watch

No warning shots, I don’t pause when the fear climbs
I rewrite your whole future in a few lines
You blink, it’s over, that’s the design
No warning shots, I’m in kill mode every time

I’m the glitch in your system, the wisdom you wish you could reconfigure
A sickening picture, I’m mixing the scriptures with sinister digital scripture
I’m quicker than triggers, I’m splitting the difference between what you said and you meant
I’m the reason your confidence bent, I invent the event where your silence is spent

I don’t threaten, I present it, the sentence is printed in permanent venom
You rented your relevance, I just evicted your ego, you dead in the premise
I’m relentless, I’m bending the metric of pressure until it forgets you exist
I’m a method of making you question your exit, I’m better when left in a mess

You ain’t stepping to this, I’m the exitless twist in a maze with no map
I adapt and attack with a back-to-back slap of the facts you can’t clap
I’m that snap in your calm, I’m the bomb in your palm that you thought you could hold
Now it’s cold, now it’s gone, now your story gets told like it folded and broke

No warning shots, I’m the silence before everything collapses
Every line I drop is a fracture, every breath is a practice in madness
You reacting too late, I already mapped it, I cracked it in tablets
I’m the habit of havoc, I package disaster and laugh at the damage

No warning shots, I don’t aim for the ego, I aim for the core
I’m already war in a form
You normal, I’m storm in distortion, I’m born in the torque of the force
You talking, I’m carving your portion, the orbit is off of your course

No warning shots, no apology, I’m psychology turned into prophecy
I’m a velocity problem that nobody’s stopping, I’m oddity honestly
No warning shots…
Just echoes where your confidence used to be

Explosive. Strong beat switches. Hi flow. Boom bap style trap ghetto rap fast flow but not cliche heavy bass. Uk sing