[INTRO]
Yeah.
No curves.
Straight line.
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[VERSE 1 – FAST 16ths, CONTROLLED AGGRESSION]
I step on the beat and it tighten up fast,
No wasted syllables, nothing relaxed,
Every word land sharp, edge intact,
I don’t blur lines, I attack exact.
They rush their flow and it fall apart,
I stay precise when the tempo sparks,
Beat go fast but my mind don’t shake,
I don’t overrun bars, I dominate space.
No filler breath, no drag in tone,
I hit each pocket like it’s my home,
They lose form when the drums go loud,
I get clearer when the pace go wild.
No slowdown phase, no easing in,
I’m already locked when the beat begin,
If the rhythm tight, I tighten more,
I don’t fight the speed — I control the force.
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[HOOK – SHORT, HARD]
STRAIGHT LINE!
NO SWERVE!
STRAIGHT LINE!
FULL NERVE!
STRAIGHT LINE!
NO FAKE!
STRAIGHT LINE!
NO BRAKE!
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[VERSE 2 – FASTER, MORE DENSE]
Beat stay fast, I stay exact,
They lose steps when the snare snap back,
I don’t crowd bars, I place them clean,
Every line hit where it’s supposed to be.
No panic breath, no sloppy sound,
They chase speed and they burn out,
I let the rhythm do what it do,
Then I step harder than it expect me to.
Every consonant cut, every vowel clipped,
I don’t stretch words just to sound intense,
Speed come from intent and control,
Not rushing the sentence and losing the goal.
They hear loud and they hear fast,
I hear timing and contrast,
That’s why when the tempo spike,
I don’t lose grip — I gain bite.
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[HOOK – REPEAT]
STRAIGHT LINE!
NO SWERVE!
STRAIGHT LINE!
FULL NERVE!
STRAIGHT LINE!
NO FAKE!
STRAIGHT LINE!
NO BRAKE!
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[VERSE 3 – MID-SECTION, SUSTAINED PRESSURE]
Fast beat don’t mean reckless speech,
I still land every bar in reach,
They talk speed but they blur the point,
I move quick without joints disjoint.
No swing flow, no bounce cadence,
Just forward drive and clean statements,
Every sentence like a straight punch,
No wind-up, no extra touch.
They overrun bars, I end on time,
They rush the beat, I ride the spine,
Speed stay high but the shape stay sharp,
I don’t smear lines, I carve my marks.
When the drums feel close and the space feel tight,
That’s where I move with the most precision,
Fast don’t scare me, it sharpen my vision,
I don’t speed up — I stay efficient.
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[HOOK – HALF LENGTH]
STRAIGHT LINE!
NO BRAKE!
STRAIGHT LINE!
DON’T SHAKE!
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[VERSE 4 – DARKER, MORE AGGRESSIVE]
No curve, no bend, no give, no sway,
I don’t drift when the pressure weigh,
They slip form when the beat stay mean,
I stay square in the in-between.
No bounce-back flow, no loose control,
Every word stay locked and cold,
They sound frantic chasing pace,
I sound steady breaking space.
Fast beat test how clean you think,
Not how loud you yell or blink,
I don’t flood bars, I cut through noise,
Speed clean, no mess, no choice.
If the room feel tight when I start to speak,
That’s not volume — that’s technique.
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[HOOK
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