# UNTIL I BREAK **[Verse 1]** Until I break, I'm sending these words through every speaker, Till the day I fade, they still gon' say I was a creature. If I ever stop, then something in me lost its reason, I don't just make rap, I turn the pressure into meaning. Subliminal shots? Nah, I make the message obvious, Every bar got fingerprints, every line anonymous. Algorithms can't contain me, playlists can't define me, They can shadow-ban the sound, but they can't erase what's inside me. I watched the culture turn to clips, everybody chasing moments, Five seconds of attention got 'em thinking they the chosen. I came from writing full pages just to sharpen every sentence, Now I compress a whole lifetime into three minutes of confession. They want a safe version, something polished for the market, I want the kind of record that can shake somebody's apartment. No gimmicks, no pretending, no manufactured image, Just a microphone, a deadline, and a mind that won't diminish. You can feel it when the beat drops, like the room just lost its oxygen, Every syllable is evidence, every pause is consequence. Is it talent, is it trauma, is it timing, is it destiny? Maybe I'm just what happens when the pressure keeps investing me. **[Chorus]** Till the ceiling shakes, Till the city goes quiet, Till my voice gets rough, I still refuse to be silent. Till the last light fades and the final crowd clears, I'ma give this everything I got after all these years. Till the ceiling shakes, Till the whole room moves, Till my legs get tired, I got something left to prove. When the smoke clears out and the applause disappears, I'ma keep writing my name till they remember it for years. **[Verse 2]** Music is a moment, you can feel it when it's honest, When a stranger hears your pain and somehow knows exactly what it costed. That's the magic, that's the reason people stay when the trend changes, A real song outlives the algorithm and survives the name changes. So while the window's open, I'ma climb through every second, 'Cause attention is rented and respect has to be collected. When the run is over, I'll admit it when it's finished, But until that day arrives, I'm still adding to the sentence. I got a list in my head of every voice that raised the standard, Every writer who could turn a simple thought into a landmark. Legends from the past, modern kings, independent monsters, And somewhere in that conversation, I intend to be remembered. I don't need to claim the crown, I just need to earn the mention, Let the work become the argument, let the numbers follow intention. They can debate my position, they can question my credentials, But envy is just admiration with a different set of vowels. The press loves a downfall, the internet loves a villain, Everybody wants a headline, nobody wants the healing. So I turned every criticism into fuel for the engine, Now the same people watching are the reason I keep ascending. **[Chorus]** Till the ceiling shakes, Till the city goes quiet, Till my voice gets rough, I still refuse to be silent. Till the last light fades and the final crowd clears, I'ma give this everything I got after all these years. Till the ceiling shakes, Till the whole room moves, Till my legs get tired, I got something left to prove. When the smoke clears out and the applause disappears, I'ma keep writing my name till they remember it for years. **[Verse 3]** Soon as the verse starts, every sentence gets surgical, I don't need to name names when the message is observable. Everybody wants a battle till the pressure gets uncomfortable, Then they hide behind a username and call the whole thing personal. I been overlooked, underbooked, underestimated, Still became the conversation every time they tried to fade it. No shortcut to the craft, no replacement for the practice, You can buy a little motion, but you can't purchase what the passion is. My thoughts move sporadic, but the pen stays calculated, I turn a scattered mind into a pattern they can trace with. Every verse is a full attack, but the target is complacence, I'm not chasing cheap reactions, I'm dismantling expectations. I don't care about a plaque if the music has no heartbeat, Don't care about a number if the record never reaches somebody. Give me one fan who hears it when they feel like they are drowning, Over a million empty streams that disappear without a sound, see? I'm still here, still hungry, still allergic to the comfort, Still learning how to turn another setback into structure. They can call it obsession, I call it keeping my promise, I said I'd never quit on myself, and I'm still being honest. So if I fall, let me fall while I'm reaching for the ceiling, If I lose, let me lose knowing I gave it every feeling. No retreat, no excuse, no pretending I was finished, I don't need to live forever—just leave something worth remembering. **[Final Chorus]** Till the ceiling shakes, Till the city goes quiet, Till my voice gets rough, I still refuse
