[Intro — dark synth drone, 808 slide, voice low] Yeah Mic in my face Same answer [Hook — spoken chant, simple and repeatable] No comment Ask twice Jaw locked Eyes ice No comment Flash bright Talk cheap Walk light No comment Bad look Loose lips Closed book No comment Move quiet They loud I buy it [Verse 1 — technical rap, pocketed, clean] Look, They brought rumors to a grown man table I brought calm with a low black label They want quotes, want clips, want angles I let silence make the room unstable Everybody got a version for sale Everybody got a caption to nail Everybody got a brave little tale Till the real thing pull up and the color go pale I don’t answer bait, I let time talk I don’t chase shade, I let lines cross I don’t post pain, I let wins walk Then the same ones stare when the price pop Too much mouth make a man look tiny Too much reach make the facts get spicy You can dress that lie in a suit and tie Still smell broke when it stand beside me I been quiet, not confused I been watching who gets used I been clocking every mood I been cutting off the fuse No long post, no defense No fake rage for the lens If it’s real, it don’t flinch If it’s mine, it makes sense [Pre-Hook — rap voice, rising] Ask again Same face Same answer Same pace Flash twice Stand still No comment Still will [Hook — spoken chant, heavier bounce] No comment Ask twice Jaw locked Eyes ice No comment Flash bright Talk cheap Walk light No comment Bad look Loose lips Closed book No comment Move quiet They loud I buy it [Verse 2 — harder, more bounce] They want dirt, I want ownership They want drama, I want colder trips They want me explaining old events I want numbers with a clean percent I’m not clearing up a thing for clowns I don’t turn my peace into background sound If you heard one side, then enjoy that view I got taller things I’m building now Big noise, small rooms Same faces, new tunes Fake shock, real fumes They throw rocks, I rent cranes I don’t need the last word That’s a weak man habit I don’t need the loudest chair I need the quiet advantage Let them talk till the talk get tired Let them flex till the room expire Let them swear that they knew my fire While I sign that line and move one higher That’s not luck, that’s less reaction That’s not peace, that’s trained detachment That’s not fear, that’s tax subtraction I stopped feeding every bad distraction [Bridge — beat cuts, dry vocal] No quote No clip No grin No slip No bait No bite No leak Goodnight [Statement Verse — controlled press-run pocket, 8 bars] For the record, I was never where they said I was For the record, I was working while they measured buzz For the record, every whisper had a rented tongue For the record, I don’t wrestle with a paper cub Next question, keep it brief, I got places due Next question, who got paid just to play with who? Next question, why the loudest got the least to lose? Next question, why the truth never needed you? That little rumor got dressed for nothing That little grin turned pressed by Monday That little crew looked blessed by Sunday Then folded up when the facts got hungry Red light, white flash, black truck, door shut Tight grin, no sound, eyes up, more cut No comment, no crack, no bend, no rush Whole room waiting, I don’t owe them much [Final Hook — full drums, low doubled punch-ins] No comment Ask twice Jaw locked Eyes ice No comment Flash bright Talk cheap Walk light No comment Bad look Loose lips Closed book No comment Move quiet They loud I buy it [Outro — beat drops to 808 and synth] Mic in my face Same answer No comment
