[intro,time SNARE Slow] (Tic-tac/Tic-tac/Tic-tac) (Tic-tac/Tic-tac/Tic-tac) [Verse 1] (rapid flow rap) Tic-tac, clock running, /no time for /the fakes High stakes, /big moves, /making no /mistakes I came/ from the scrape, /from the floor /and the pain Now/ every old /bruise got a/ place in my /frame Scars/ on my /knuckles from/ the walls/ I broke Turned /my painful past/ into heavy bar/ smoke They /wanted me folded,/ I came back/ steel Every /hard lesson /made the next /move real [Pre-Chorus] Pressure on my chest Still I don't bend/Pride in the wreckage Watch me ascend/Pressure on my chest Still I don't fold/Cold in the bones But the grip is gold [Chorus] (Female cold agressive rápido fire flow) Tic-tac, -tic-tac No -time -for -the -fakes High- stakes, -high -stakes I make -no -mistakes You -can- hate- the -throne But- respect -what- it takes Pressure- and- passion That’s -what -I -project [Verse 2] You can hate the throne, but I built that seat From the empty nights and the cracked-up beat From the long hard push when the world said "stop" I kept that fire in the back of my jaw I don't need luck, I need clear intent Every scar I wear got a meaning spent When the door shut hard, I learned the lock Now I turn the doubt into a heavier knock You can hate the throne, but I built that seat From the empty nights and the cracked-up beat From the long hard push when the world said "stop" I kept that fire in the back of my jaw I don't need luck, I need clear intent Every scar I wear got a meaning spent When the door shut hard, I learned the lock Now I turn the doubt into a heavier knock [Pre-Chorus] "stop" Pressure on my chest Still I don't bend Pride in the wreckage Watch me ascend Pressure on my chest Still I don't fold Cold in the bones But the grip is gold [Chorus] (Female cold agressive rápido fire flow) Tic-tac, -tic-tac No -time -for -the -fakes High- stakes, -high -stakes I make -no -mistakes You -can- hate- the -throne But- respect -what- it takes Pressure- and- passion That’s -what -I -project Tic-tac, tic-tac No time for the fakes High stakes, high stakes I make no mistakes You can hate the throne But respect what it takes Pressure and passion That’s what I project [Bridge] Turn the pain to a weapon Turn the loss to a spark I walked through the pressure With a match in the dark If they want that version That used to break Tell them I'm the proof You can rise from the ache [Final Chorus] (Female cold agressive rápido fire flow) Tic-tac, -tic-tac No -time -for -the -fakes High- stakes, -high -stakes I make -no -mistakes You -can- hate- the -throne But- respect -what- it takes Pressure- and- passion That’s -what -I -project Tic-tac, tic-tac No time for the fakes High stakes, high stakes I make no mistakes Pressure and passion That’s what I project
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