Intro]
Yeah…
Mm.
Turn it up—
If your neck don’t move, you ain’t ready.
[Hook] (simple, sticky, meant to loop)
Make your head nod, yeah—snap to the tempo,
Bass too heavy, make the floor disassemble.
Left-right, don’t blink, don’t stall, don’t stall,
If it don’t make your neck move—this ain’t your call.
Make your head nod, yeah—feel that recoil,
Every bar hit hard like it came from the soil.
I don’t warm up tracks, I detonate songs,
Whole room movin’ like “what just went wrong?”
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[Verse 1 – FAST / double-time]
I been runnin’ laps round rappers that jog,
Mind too sharp, every thought get logged.
Speed in my cadence, venom in jaws,
I don’t miss when I strike, I evolve when I pause.
They talk big online but they quiet in rooms,
I apply pressure early, let it bloom, let it boom.
Every syllable locked, every sentence a move,
I don’t rap just to rap—I command the groove.
Neck snap rhythm, whiplash flow,
Every time I touch mic, hear “oh—oh—oh.”
I don’t need to scream, still dominate tone,
Fast talk prophet, every word engraved stone.
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[Pre-Hook – quick breath, then GO]
Uh—
Don’t think.
Just move.
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[Hook]
Make your head nod, yeah—snap to the tempo,
Bass too heavy, make the floor disassemble.
Left-right, don’t blink, don’t stall, don’t stall,
If it don’t make your neck move—this ain’t your call.
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[Verse 2 – FASTER / triplet pockets]
Rapid-fire sentences, never irrelevant,
Evidence stacked when I step in my element.
Elegant menace, intelligence weaponized,
I don’t exaggerate—I let the beat testify.
Breath control surgical, lungs on elite,
Run laps round the drum, never fall off the beat.
Every bar hit dense, make your jaw clench tight,
This that rap make you screw up your face like “AYT?”
They copy the sound but they missing the nerve,
I bend the tempo, make the rhythm swerve.
I don’t chase moments, I manufacture waves,
Then outrun the echo of the noise that I made.
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[Bridge – half-bar pause, then SNAP BACK]
Hold—
Now—
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[Final Verse – MACHINE-GUN FAST]
Head nod involuntary, muscle memory,
Energy heavy, the bass too deadly.
I don’t slow down, I accelerate pressure,
Every second get shorter, every bar get better.
Clock tick, wrist flick, pen move lethal,
I talk slick but my presence is medieval.
If the crowd ain’t movin’, then the volume wrong,
Turn me up two notches—now everybody gone.
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[Outro / Hook Chant]
Head nod.
Head nod.
Yeah—
If it move your neck, I did my job.
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