[no melodic singing] [no autotune] [Hook] No signal, no trace Black whip, stone face Talk big, know your place One move, whole room shakes No signal, no trace Cold blood, slow pace Say mine, say grace Wrong time, wrong place [Verse 1] Came through clean but the mood looks dirty Man talk tough but the truth gets blurry Don't phone me if the move ain't worthy Been outside since the clock said early Black coat zipped and the eyes stay scanning Two steps forward, already planning Man get loud when the crowd starts standing Then go quiet when the crowd starts landing I don't perform for the net, that's theatre Man get brave through a cellular feature Face-to-face, suddenly man's gone quieter Funny how Wi-Fi creates new creatures Talk about war but you've never seen pressure Never held nerve when the room gets extra I don't need ten man standing together One clean sentence can change the weather No hype No cap No post No chat Don't care what the timeline said Man move strange when the light turns red [Hook] No signal, no trace Black whip, stone face Talk big, know your place One move, whole room shakes No signal, no trace Cold blood, slow pace Say mine, say grace Wrong time, wrong place [Verse 2] Look. Everybody's bad till the badness arrives Everybody's live till it's actually live Everybody's gang when they're typing online Then suddenly everyone's changing their mind I see man fabricate facts for reactions Acting extravagant, camera attraction Captions aggressive, behaviour passive Whole personality manufactured Don't bring chat if the chat ain't factual Don't bring threats if the threat ain't actual Man look dangerous purely graphical Take that filter off, nothing substantial Still got dirt on the sole of the trainer Still got bars that'll damage the fader Still don't beg no DJ for a favour If they don't spin it now, spin it later Cold with it Calculated Whole scene Overrated Say less Move smarter Bass hits Room darker [Beat Break] Wait. Nobody move. Bring that bass back. [Verse 3 - Rapid Fire] Back with a venomous rhythm, I'm sending it Straight through the middle, dismantling everything Man wanna mimic the image and replicate None of the timing is genuine, demonstrate Rapidly stacking the syllables accurately Actually attacking the pattern mechanically Back of the snare then I'm snapping ahead of it Nobody's catching the cadence, forget about it Man get theatrical, overly animated Internet criminals digitally generated Fabricated narratives, heavily exaggerated Step in reality, suddenly deactivated I don't need gimmicks or miniature victories I don't need comments validating ability Every delivery hitting with symmetry Cold articulation and rhythmic agility Click with the consonant, kick with the syllable Fit every little bit into the minimal Beat so skeletal, voice is the principal Flow gets clinical, almost invisible Back-back, switch that Quick jab, hit back Big chat, mismatch Six bars, dispatch Run through a rhythm then double the running I'm cutting the drums into sections for fun and I'm jumping from pocket to pocket and coming Back onto the one like the bass never stopped No hesitation, acceleration Heavy articulation, calibration Every combination, synchronization Verbal detonation, no explanation They want the formula, copy the cadence Borrow the slang then copy the trainers Copy the posture, copy the statements Still can't copy the years in the basement One breath, sixteen Two breath, thirty Flow stays clean Beat stays dirty No signal No warning Bassline growling Whole room swarming [Final Hook] No signal, no trace Black whip, stone face Talk big, know your place One move, whole room shakes No signal, no trace Cold blood, slow pace Say mine, say grace Wrong time, wrong place No signal. No trace. Cut. [END]
