UNDER OUR WATCH

Yeah…

This ain’t a diss.

This ain’t a flex.

This is a fuckin’ notice.

You don’t mess with JJ. Period.

JJ stay calm while the room full of hot heads,

de-escalatin’ bullshit, talkin’ people off ledges.

But don’t get it fucked up, don’t misread that tone,

that’s composure, not permission to test his zone.

He ain’t loud, he ain’t reckless, he do shit the right way,

while others puff they chest just to hear what they say.

If a spark turn to friction, I’m already there,

big task, small task, I don’t give a fuck—I care.

I don’t wait for a call, I don’t need no invite,

if JJ need help, the shit gettin’ right.

Try to press him at work? That’s a personal issue,

once it hit my radar, I’m part of the picture.

Pink Slip Sniper on overwatch, deadly precision,

she don’t miss details, erase bad decisions.

Silent Ronin in the cut, you won’t hear him breathe,

by the time you feel eyes, it’s too late to speak.

Leave him the fuck alone, let the man do his job,

keep testin’ that calm, you don’t want that problem, dog.

JJ under protection, stamped, signed, locked,

Second Shift Samurai Squad—he under our watch.

He always try peace first, that’s just who he is,

while others escalate just to feel fuckin’ big.

Peace don’t mean soft, peace don’t mean weak,

it mean control, and that scares the loud and the cheap.

I seen clowns push buttons just to get reactions,

forgettin’ some of us move with surgical action.

No clout-talk threats, no bark just to bark,

we handle shit quiet and leave scars in the dark.

You don’t gotta like him, don’t gotta agree,

but cross that man once and you answer to me.

He ain’t standin’ solo, he standin’ with wolves,

I’m the one barkin’ while they sharpen the tools.

Overtime Oni don’t bluff, I state facts,

disrespect JJ once, ain’t no playin’ it back.

You keep it professional, shit stay cool,

step outside that lane, now you dealin’ with rules.

Third Shift know JJ solid, steady under pressure,

while others fold fast when faced with measures.

He earn respect every shift, never beggin’ for praise,

calm mind, steady hands, built for chaotic days.

If you think calm means he don’t got backup,

you dumb as fuck or just high as fuck.

Sniper lock targets, Ronin melt in the dark,

I’m the warning shot before shit tear apart.

Second Shift Samurai Squad move tight, no slack,

touch one of ours, you get all of us back.

This the end of talk, no debate, no debate—

you respect the man or accelerate fate.

So let this ring clear, building to yard:

JJ stays respected.

JJ stays protected.

Second Shift Samurai Squad don’t play about family.

Leave him the fuck alone…

or answer to me.