[Verse 1 – Moment] Heart still poundin’ in a blown-out shell I been wired to the rhythm like a soul on hell Wrote my truth in the smoke from a motel spell Now they quote my name like I broke that bell Sleep been dead, I been movin’ with the deadheads marchin’ on a beat from a bone-white cell Every verse like venom in a hand I dealt, I don’t pray — I press play and repel that hell (HA!) Back from the black with a mic in grip (HA!) Run through the dark like a psycho trip (HA!) Blood in the beat and the speakers drip (HA!) Got no brakes and I lost my grip (HA!) I don’t fold, I flip, I spit — (HA!) One more track like the end don’t hit (HA!) Woke up with a hole in my chest where the bassline slept — dreams all looped in a tape deck mess, head still loud but my voice ain’t left so I hum like the drum ’til I burn that breath. No rest. No plan. Just run toward the sound when the soul go flat. It’s a long way back — no map, just wrath and a beat that slaps like a backhand laugh. Still pacing. Still chasing ghosts I ain’t facing, and the crowd go quiet when the verse gets real but I spit it anyway just to see what heals... (what heals don’t always stick but the ones that bleed make the baddest hits) [Hook – Moment] Dead head, no return— Had a blade in my back, now the tables turn Let the fire in my gut be the way I learn When the beat go dark, I’ma make it churn No rest, no brakes, no end, no turn I live, I die, then I come back stern Dead head, no return— Got pain in the pitch and rage in the verse I don’t care if I’m last, I’ma make it hurt Let the lights all fade, I’ma write that curse Ain’t no peace when the soul still yearns Dead head, no return [Verse 2 – Moment] I ain't here to be humble, I'm here to be feared Give a fuck who you love, I’m the name they hear In the gym with the grind, every rep I bleed Wrote fate in the lines that the fake won’t read I been buildin’ a legend outta lunch break scars Turned nothin' to a wave, now I crash in bars They talk about goats, I don’t see no list Just me and the smoke, and a raised closed fist Fuck fame, I want power in the bars I spit Fuck peace, I want war in a platinum mix I ain’t chasin’ no crown just to play pretend I want gods to shake when I pick up the pen Been broke, been bent, never broke my word Got fans in the pit, every chant I heard Like “go, go, go 'til the skin turns raw” I’m a livewire now, no breaks, no pause [Hook – Moment] Dead head, no return— Had a blade in my back, now the tables turn Let the fire in my gut be the way I learn When the beat go dark, I’ma make it churn No rest, no brakes, no end, no turn I live, I die, then I come back stern Dead head, no return— Got pain in the pitch and rage in the verse I don’t care if I’m last, I’ma make it hurt Let the lights all fade, I’ma write that curse Ain’t no peace when the soul still yearns Dead head, no return [Outro] Back from the smoke like “Guess who’s next?” Broke my back just to flex that check Tried to count me out? That math don’t hit Got booked on a flight just to talk my shit Now I’m up, no sleep, just caffeine Whole crew wildin' in the backseat scene Chain too loud, need a muzzle on gold Turn nothin’ to a moment, I was born too bold Talk that talk, I walk through flames Wrote my name in the ash of shame Said I’d quit, then I rapped some more— Dropped my mic and cracked the floor Said I’d quit, then I rapped some more— Dropped my mic and cracked the floor
