[Intro] (4 bars | whispered then detonates) Supernatural trap god, enhanced bloodline, Chinese shop in the cut, incense and bricks, One step quicker than the battering ram clicks— [Verse 1] (24 bars | accelerate from pocket to double-time) I’m the ghost in the trap, ectoplasm on the scale, Weigh a brick with the third eye, never fail, never snitch, never pale, Supernatural grip, veins glow like neon under skin, Faster than the radio crackle when the task force rolls in— No-knock warrant? I’m already two blocks ghost, Alibi tighter than a vault, affidavit turned to smoke, Confidential informant try to whisper my name, I hear the thought before the lips move, telepathic aim— In the hood like the Chinese shop, bulletproof glass and incense, Selling single cigarettes and futures, every move intense, Heat on the block like summer asphalt blistering bare feet, Scent of gun oil and fried rice mixing bittersweet— Enhanced reflexes, dodge a slug like Neo in the matrix rain, One step quicker than the ram, leave the doorframe in pain, Metaphors loaded: I’m the search warrant they never serve, ‘Cause by the time the ink dries I’m already on another curve— Trap Tian, heaven in the hell, immortal in the fiend’s prayer, CI get the cold shoulder, frozen stare, polar air, Task force scramble like roaches when the light hit the crack, I’m the shadow on the wall that don’t reflect back— Witty with the wordplay, affidavits turn to origami birds, Fly out the courtroom window, never heard, absurd— Supernatural stamina, six-minute freestyle no water, Breath control like a sniper holding the slaughter— [Chorus] (8 bars | chanted, melodic menace, half-time bounce then double) Trap Tian! Quicker than the no-knock, Faster than the radio, never get caught, In the hood like the Chinese shop, open all night, Enhanced blood, supernatural sight— Warrants bounce off, alibis ironclad, Informants vanish, task force mad, Trap Tian! One step ahead of the raid, Crack the market, never get played— [Verse 2] (24 bars | triple-time burst sections) Listen—pen game surgical, cut the affidavit to ribbons, Metaphors drip like lean, purple rain on the system, I’m the glitch in the wiretap, voice changer in the ether, CI think he got the drop, but I cloned his whole demeanor— Supernatural ears: hear the van idling three streets away, Scent the badge polish mixing with the fear they spray, Touch the brick, feel the weight of every fiend’s need, Heat signature mapped, I move at light speed— Public risk? Semi-public trap house with the door cracked, Laughing at the surveillance, wave at the lens, never lack, Chinese shop energy: “What you need?” behind the plexi, Sell a dream and a nightmare in the same breath, sexy— Faster than the dispatcher’s tongue on the encrypted net, One step quicker than the boot that never landed yet, Alibi so clean it squeaks, Sunday service with the pastor, While the real me astral-project, stacking cash faster— Task force briefings got my face on the wall like a saint, But the photo blurs when they stare, paint can’t paint— Witty punch: I’m the confidential that flipped the script, Informant became the informed, got the whole squad whipped— Enhanced healing, scrape from the fence already sealed, Asphalt still hot under Timbs, rubber burned, revealed— Trap Tian, immortal flow, 100 bars no sweat bead, Radio static can’t catch the frequency I bleed— [Chorus] [Verse 3] (24 bars | peak speed, multisyllable chains) Now the metaphors multiply like cells in a petri dish, Search warrant paper cuts turn to paper tigers, swish— I’m the ghost warrant, signed by the devil in invisible ink, Affidavit of the damned, every line makes the jury blink, Supernatural tongue: spit a bar that rewrites the probable cause, Judge bang the gavel, it shatters, new set of laws— In the hood like the Chinese shop owner counting at dawn, Incense masking the pure, every grain a pawn— Feel the risk: semi-public hand-to-hand under streetlight flicker, Heart rate steady, enhanced calm while the weak ones bicker, Scent of rain on hot guns, copper and ozone in the nose, Sound of the chopper distant, I already chose the roads— One step quicker than the flashbang’s pop and blind, I’m behind the entry team, tapping shoulders from behind— CI try to wear the wire, I short-circuit with a stare, Confidential becomes confetti in the supernatural air— Task force logo on the vest, I redraw it as a target, Witty: “Y’all hunting ghosts, better call a different market”— Alibis stacked like bricks, each one a different city, GPS spoofed by the mind, coordinates look pretty— Faster than the radio wave bouncing tower to tower, I’m the silence between transmissions, ultimate power— Trap Tian, six minutes of pressure, no filler, pure threat, 100 bars deep, still ain’t broke a sweat— [Outro] (stretch – 8 bars | decelerate to god-mode pocket) Last bars: supernatural outro, fade like a ghost warrant, Enhanced legend in the trap, every snitch get the torrent— Chinese shop forever
