(Chorus) Feel it in the air when the tone go rise Cold breath on the mic watch the soul ignite Every word hit heavy make the time slow down When the hook come back feel the whole world drown (Verse 1) Chrome in the waistline low where the shirt stay loose Got the steel tucked clean never show no proof Grip on the handle like I grew with the metal close Street talk heavy let it echo through every quote Magazine heavy got it loaded with the hollow tips Old school vibe when I slide let the powder spit Trigger discipline clean I dont jitter when the pressure hit Line up precise when I aim I dont ever miss Shorty wanna ride but she know how the game be Keep it on me daily cause the city move shady Black hoodie low keep the face all ghost When I step through the block they already know Shells on the pavement thats the code that we move by Never talk loud keep it low let the truth ride Grip got weight when I hold it the stance solid Every move calculated no mistakes in the plan plotted Click clack sound when I chamber the next round Heavy in the street when the heat get pressed down No flex talk when the metal get involved Keep it real simple let the problem get solved (Chorus) Feel it in the air when the tone go rise Cold breath on the mic watch the soul ignite Every word hit heavy make the time slow down When the hook come back feel the whole world drown (Verse 2) Black count back with a barrel in the baseline Blue print blueprint with a bolt in the baseline Green sum scheme with a grip in alignment Red dot set when the sightline assignment Gray scale angle with a gauge in the fraction White light vector with a rail in the traction Gold ratio flow with a mag in the balance Purple prime line with a slide in the calculus Silver sine wave with a scope in division Amber angle shift with a clip in precision Neon node code with a chamber equation Carbon carry sum with a frame integration Ivory integer index with a firing pin Teal tangent torque when the trigger begin Copper constant curve with a stock in the proof Crimson crosshair count with a lock in the truth Indigo input interval in the recoil Violet value vector with a spring in the coil Platinum plane plot with a muzzle aligned Cyan cycle circuit with a chamber defined Obsidian origin orbit with the sight refined Rose gold root range with a rail in design Graph grid glow with a grip in the theorem Final form sum with a drum in the zero (Chorus) Feel it in the air when the tone go rise Cold breath on the mic watch the soul ignite Every word hit heavy make the time slow down When the hook come back feel the whole world drown (Verse 3) Glide with a measured delivery layered in pressure and pattern control Slide through the rhythm with minimal motion the cadence is never exposed Line up the letters with lethal intent every syllable set in a role Flow like a current that quietly carries the weight of a code Breath in the pocket the timing is locked and the tone never fold Subtle but sharp every word hit exact like a blade in the mold Smooth on the surface but underneath structure is rigid and cold Every position is placed with precision the system is fully controlled Pause then I move with the metal concealed Break then I shift with the pressure revealed Stop then I line up the target again Go when I feel that the moment is real Hold then release let the rhythm collapse Cut then resume with the cadence intact Slow then I snap back into the attack Every transition is mapped in the track Runnin the rhythm and doubling timing and stacking the syllables back to the pattern Cutting the cadence and carving the canvas with energy heavy im never relaxing Pulling the trigger with minimal motion the focus is locked in the heat of the action Every bar loaded and ready to fire with layered intention and lethal attraction Low tone glide let the breath ride smooth High pitch shift let the melody move Harmony blend when the cadence align Then drop back down let the bassline groove Voice split tone with a double layer Echo in the back like a ghost in prayer Final delivery cold and clear Let it ring out then disappear (Final Chorus) Feel it in the air when the tone go rise Cold breath on the mic watch the soul ignite Every word hit heavy make the time slow down When the hook come back feel the whole world drown
