🎙️“Delicate Speed” – Verse One (Refined Version)
Mustard gas fills the room, ai boom’s dissing —
Still it hits, loud enough to rip existence.
Eardrums burst, silence cursed,
Been runnin’ million years, now the stillness reversed.
Rap by rap, we pass the time sacred,
Rhyme by rhyme, quick minds get it painted.
Not just another song in the shuffle,
Word for word, we hold the line in the scuffle.
Hand on the wheel, headlong in the game,
Drive into pain, paw on the dirt so insane —
Can’t hurt no more, so we push past fate,
Big plot, tick-tock, first wave, we late.
Lost in the world, a partner too hard to reach,
Couldn’t call in the crime, we the time-police.
Red, white, bitten by black —
It’s the blue, the pulse, the code of the pact.
Cards held high, but who plays 'em though?
Show guards raise signs that say “laugh” or “woah.”
Crowd full of ohs, awes, caught in a sound trap,
Blockade runners masked up in hazmat.
Band on the pay, ain't here for aid,
They high, they laid, passive 'til they get it made.
Slayer slayed, foothold fade,
Officer slate, Ms. Stayed, time flayed.
Quiet hand on the piece, flask in the grip,
Lick the flame after a fat sip — let it rip.
Old wounds flash still, dry like a prayer,
But we move with grace, float into the lair.
Smoke creepin’ up, lungs get filled,
Breathe till the edge — edge get killed.
Book closed, cased, placed with the fallen,
Feelings buried deep where war kept callin’.
Mind-blown note for a God we praise,
Frontal lobe lit up in this neural blaze.
Send someone like me just to see —
No sound, no static, but I hear what’s free.
Eyes blink slow, tired yet firm,
Boss-mode soldier through fire and war.
Name been here for the long dark walk,
Torn apart, left like chalk on the block.
But still we rise, struck by the feelin’,
Hell raised high, with heaven we dealin’.
Skin burnt raw in the summer of gods,
Trip cut short, maps show the odds.
Music in caps, blared down the trail,
We follow, hip-glock on the sway, no bail.
Player wrath stalks but we hold our stance,
So close to the mark we don't miss our chance.
Changed the meal to fit our plate,
Took the deal, mapped out fate.
High tops traced to Highlander's den,
Ten toes deep — freak visions again.
Boots numb, feet burn, muscles flare,
We show up geared from toes to hair.
Delicate speed with a nagging thrill,
We raise hell or drop heaven for the kill.
Cup in my hand, warm and stained,
From the outside mud where legends remain..
DJam
