I ignite when the beat drop, Swifty Billions in marrow, Tongue like a turbo, I swallow tomorrow, Running on seconds I never can borrow, Mind full of fire, no room for the narrow, Sentences sprinting, they trip over time, Letters collide when I sharpen the rhyme, Pulse in the kick, heartbeat in climb, I don’t rap slow, Swifty Billions attack with the line.
Speed in my vision, I see in advance, Already departed before I arrive in the stance, Clock getting nervous, it shake when I glance, I’m bending the tempo and breaking the chance, Breath get thin but the will get dense, Every word weaponized, sharpened intent, Talk is cheap but my silence expensive, When I enter the booth, it turn into a vent.
I vent all the pressure, Swifty Billions compress it to bars, Life on my back like a sack full of scars, Still I accelerate, shifting the gears, Grinding my fears into diamonds and stars, No time to pity, the meter too quick, Blink and I’m gone, leave a blur in the mix, Tongue double‑timing like glitch on a disk, I speak in collision, I never miss.
I’m stitching the cadence, I weave it like cloth, Breath every four bars, then leap and I cough, But I don’t slow down, I pay it no cost, Pain is the fuel and I burn it to froth, Words do parkour, they jump off the beat, Landing in pockets too tight to retreat, Run from defeat with my head and my feet, I don’t just rap fast, I outrun the sheet.
Paper can’t hold me, the ink always chase, Hand can’t keep up with the thoughts that I pace, Face of the hunger engraved in my face, Eyes like a storm and my mouth like a race, I’m talking in fragments, I’m thinking in waves, Rhymes overlapping like bodies in graves, Past tried to cage me, I snapped all the chains, Now every syllable scream my escape.
I escape through the sound barrier, crash through the air, Words in a hurry, no time to prepare, Flow so aggressive it bully the snare, Kick drum salute me, the hi‑hat just stare, I’m whipping the beat till it beg for a break, But I don’t show mercy, the tempo I take, Chest feeling hollow, my lungs start to ache, Still I accelerate, nothing can brake.
This isn’t a gimmick, Swifty Billions rhythm is lived, I ran from the gutter with nothing to give, Now every bar proof that I fought and survived, Speed is my language, the way that I live, I talk like I’m chased by the end of the world, Every word urgent, every thought hurled, Life never waited, so why should I stall? I learned how to sprint when I learned how to fall.
I fell and I stood with the dust on my knees, Breath coming sharp like a cut in the breeze, Promise myself I would never move easy, Comfort is lethal, it quietly freeze, So I stay uncomfortable, pushing the pace, Running from average, hunting the greats, Time is a thief so I look in its face, Spit every second like it’s my last take.
No hook to lean on, Swifty Billions no chorus to rest, This marathon rap, I’m testing my chest, Each line a rep, I’m lifting my stress, Bench‑pressing doubt till it snap fro
