Mist Cuts Deeper

Yeah

Can’t hit what you can’t see

Hashira

Muichiro

Step in the mist, upper rank look nervous

Kid with a blade, but I’m built for a purpose

You brag ‘bout fear, I forget you on sight

Short-term memory, long-term fight

Upper Five talk big, all bark

I’m the quiet storm peeling back your dark

You flex scars like medals on your chest

My breath style turn your “infinite” to rest

You got a big mouth, big mask, big fraud

Hide in your art like it’s some kind of god

I split layers off you like shavings

Each cut carving through your cravings

You ain’t ready for the Mist, Upper Five, pipe down (pipe down)

One draw, one step, whole body lights out (lights out)

Talk rank, talk rage, I just walk right through

You a poem in the blood, I erase that too

You ain’t ready for the Mist, see the sky turn pale

All your pretty little tricks still fail

Upper Five, Upper Five, who you talking to?

Just another fading demon in my point of view (yeah)

You love your speeches, I love my silence

You paint the air, I perfect my violence

You make “art” out of screaming crowds

I cut frames out, leave blank clouds

You a sideshow trapped in your canvas

I’m the hand that tears through your fantasy

You stack eyes like trophies on your skull

I see one clear line—then pull

You call it beauty when they beg for breath

I call it cowardice dressed as death

I lost my past, but I gained this calm

Even headless, you’ll remember my palm

You ain’t ready for the Mist, Upper Five, pipe down (pipe down)

One draw, one step, whole body lights out (lights out)

Talk rank, talk rage, I just walk right through

You a poem in the blood, I erase that too

You ain’t ready for the Mist, see the sky turn pale

All your pretty little tricks still fail

Upper Five, Upper Five, who you talking to?

Just another fading demon in my point of view

I don’t need fame, don’t need your praise (nah)

Just clean cuts, clear mind, clear blade

When the fog falls, all that’s left is truth

Upper Five, you just proof

You ain’t ready for the Mist, Upper Five, pipe down (pipe down)

One draw, one step, whole body lights out (woah)

Talk rank, talk rage, I just walk right through

You a poem in the blood, I erase that too

You ain’t ready for the Mist, see the sky turn pale

All your pretty little tricks still fail

Upper Five, Upper Five, this your last view

Muichiro in the fog coming straight for you (hey!)