[Intro] Riddle: what’s tiny, ignored, then ruins the plan? A footnote—watch it—run faster than man. [Verse] I’m that “also”—that “unless”—that “subject to change,” I rearrange the whole meaning in one small phrase. I rap like a ledger: measures, pressures, No extras—just vectors—tight textures. I’m agile with the angle, I triangulate trouble, If you sell me a miracle, I ask for the bubble. Riddle: what’s “statistically likely” to miss your street? Averages. They don’t have feet. [Pre-Chorus] Speed talk, clean walk—beat knocks— I’m turning skepticism into snapshots. [Chorus] The footnote flew—now the headline’s bent, You can’t hype your way out of consequence. Solve it: what moves the world, unseen? Terms. Conditions. The space between. [Bridge] And I still dance—because joy is resistance too, A bright little yes in a sea of “prove.” [Outro] Footnote flew—catch it if you can— I’m already past “the plan.”
