Hook (calm, close mic, faint female hum under it) I don’t move loud, I move certain Curtains half closed but I’m working They want proof — I prefer blur Read me twice if you’re nervous Half seen, still present Low watt glow, still crescent You call it doubt, I call it method You look once — misread it Verse 1 I speak in margins, footnotes heavy Ink don’t shout but the weight stay steady You flex surface, I press below You chase light, I bend that glow Don’t need stage to confirm I’m real Some crowns sit where the shadows chill You want applause — that’s crowd behavior I want leverage — long game player Mirrors loud but rooms stay quiet You want fog? I move like climate Not every war need drumline noise Some victories whisper… choice Hook I don’t move loud, I move certain Curtains half closed but I’m working They want proof — I prefer blur Read me twice if you’re nervous Half seen, still present Low watt glow, still crescent You call it doubt, I call it method You look once — misread it Verse 2 I was built in a basement breath Where light was thin but thought was depth They call it ego when shine slip out I call calibration — no need to shout Some folks loud ’cause they scared of quiet Silence heavy, most can’t try it I don’t chase — I align Let tension stretch like fishing line Seen by few but felt by many That’s wealth you can’t count in pennies You want heat? I regulate You want rush? I calculate If I dim, it’s by design Half-lit don’t mean half-mind You read once, say “he cool” Read again — whole different tool [OUTRO]
