[Bridge] Whispers thread through wire and teeth Plucked by hands that don’t believe Still, the string sings In the dissonance, I build things Vitamins — See things. Just instinct. Just swing. It’s not the noise — It’s the meaning it brings [Verse 1] I’m the harp in vitamin C — a sound that bends reality Clean tone through noise and cracks, echoing vitality Wired tight in static waves, caught inside uncertainty Every line is a lifeline — shifting mentality They weaponized the silence, so I harmonize defiance Plant thoughts in the margins, break out of mental confinement Not violence, just violins played in volatile climates I bend space when I phrase — you hear the shape of alignment [Bridge] Can you hear it strain beneath the note? Every echo casts a vote Every bar’s a live device Not here to soothe — here to slice Clock ticks once, then slips away I move the space with what I say [Verse 2] Mind run laps on a Möbius path / I don’t double back — I collapse and craft From ash to math, I hack the wrath / inject code in a vocal blast Rhythm’s a weapon — I bend it and send it / kinetic aesthetic, poetic ascension Symmetry wreckin’ your section — I step in with message, no flexin’, just essence I pivot through paradox, loop through dimensions / I edit my breath with aggressive intentions I’m sketchin’ the tension with lines that suspend — no end, just endless extensions Spirals of thought in a world that’s too loud My calm is a riot that’s buried in sound No need for a crown — or a crawl or a pause Harp’s cooking ions — fire, plasma and all I blink and the cycle reacts They speak but it's mimic attacks I breathe and the rhythm contracts I'm free where control turns to cracks I’m the pulse in the pit when it’s pitch black Crack light in the loop, no pitchback Got proof in the booth when I twist facts Every truth that I spit got a kickback [Hook] I’m the harp in the fire, in the wire, in the bleed In the breath where the noise don’t feed I don’t bend, I just cut through speed While they echo what they follow — I compose what they need I’m the harp in the fire, in the wire, in the bleed Clear tone in a world off-key I don’t fold — I don’t break — I be They loop chaos — I play free [Bridge] Too clean to break, so the break moves through me No key — just tension in the root I see Synthetic drums try to script my role But I cook through pressure And I still hold control [Verse 3] I write with lightning, not a pen Scripted storms in cipher’s end No chorus can bend what’s woven in tension I’m not the calm — I’m the comprehension They loop noise — I compose like this They fear truth — I ride its violence No tyrant stands where the pulse aligns I’m the harp in C — and the chord defines [Hook] I’m the harp in the fire, in the wire, in the bleed In the breath where the noise don’t feed I don’t bend, I just cut through speed While they echo what they follow — I compose what they need I’m the harp in the fire, in the wire, in the bleed
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