[Intro] Yeah— Cyan light cutting through the night, One step ahead before you enter my sight, Hear that echo? Better stay still, Lyden on the field—this is Edge Skill. [Verse 1] Glasses glow blue when I lock on the lane, Black coat moving while I dance through the rain, Katana on my back, rifle in my grip, One wrong angle and the whole round flips. Footsteps disappear underneath cyan smoke, Think you found me? That's the funniest joke, I don't need luck when precision is real, Every move sharpened on the edge of skill. [Pre-Chorus] I hear the rhythm hidden under your feet, Every little movement becomes part of the beat, No wasted motion, no second guess, Walk into my range—I'll handle the rest. [Chorus] Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Moving so clean, every shot stands still, Ghost through the smoke, then I strike at will, One perfect moment—that's Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Cyan in the night and I'm hunting for real, Scan through the walls, let the battlefield reveal, Lyden's on the hunt—welcome to Edge Skill! [Verse 2] Drop Hunting Smokes, now the sightline's gone, Spectral clouds rising while I keep moving on, Cyan silhouettes dancing deep in the haze, I turn one second into seventeen plays. They wait for the smoke to finally clear, But that's when the tiger starts drawing near, Eyes made of light, claws carved from sound, One spectral roar and I'm taking the ground. [Bridge] Smoke in— Sound out— Scan up— No doubt. Edge drawn— Target found— Ghost Dive— Don't make a sound. [Verse 3] Ghost Dive activated, vanish from view, Slip through the danger before they know what to do, Like a phantom crossing between every line, Your timing was good—but better wasn't mine. Reappear clean with the crosshair set, You haven't even processed what happened yet, Speed isn't everything, remember the rule: Precision plus timing makes movement a tool. [Chorus 2] Edge Skill! Edge Skill! No hesitation when the pressure gets real, Ghost through the battlefield, sharpen the steel, Read every angle with Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Cyan tiger roaring while the whole map chills, One clean shot and the silence gets filled, Lyden Cypher—master of Edge Skill! [Rap Verse] E—Ghost Dive, disappear, relocate, C—Hunting Smokes, now I'm closing the gate, Q—Scan Part, information on lock, X—Pierce ready, better watch that clock. Katana on the back but the rifle stays hot, I don't spray wild, I connect every shot, Teal light flash when I enter the zone, Tiger at my side but I hunt on my own. Read that rotation, already knew, One step behind me? I'm already through, Calculated movement, controlled aggression, Every single round is another progression. Don't chase the ghost if you can't match pace, You'll follow the trail just to find empty space, Then hear one pulse when your cover gets drilled— That's not luck, nah—that's Edge Skill. [Breakdown] Can you hear it? Heartbeat. Can you see it? Cyan streak. Can you catch me? Not quite. Then watch the tiger— IGNITE! [Ultimate / Chorus 3] PIERCE! Straight through the line, let the energy fly, Cyan cuts burning underneath the night sky, One perfect path, one target revealed, No wall can hide you from Edge Skill! PIERCE! Feel that shock when the whole lane splits, Precision and power in a single hit, Spectral tiger roaring as the energy builds— Lyden takes control with Edge Skill! [Final Bridge] I'm not the loudest when I enter the fight, I let every movement tell you I'm right, The smoke is my curtain, the scan is my eye, The ghost is my movement, the edge never lies. No need to rush when the timing is mine, One opening appears and I cut through the line, From shadow to cyan, from silence to sound, When you finally see me—I've already won ground. [Final Chorus] Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Move with the rhythm, shoot with the will, Ghost through the smoke while the whole world stands still, Every sharp decision becomes Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Edge Skill! Tiger made of cyan standing over the field, Katana shining while the enemies yield, Remember the name when the night gets chilled— LYDEN CYPHER — EDGE SKILL! [Outro] Smoke slowly fades from the battlefield floor, Cyan footprints vanish outside of the door, Katana goes quiet, rifle lowered down, Cherry blossoms falling without making a sound. The spectral tiger disappears with the night, Leaving one blue flame still burning bright, Skill has no ceiling when the edge is your will— Lyden Cypher… Edge Skill.
