[Prehook] The poet with blindfolded eyes Tracks the truth by reading signs Blindfold not a shield from sight— A widened sense beyond the light. Every mask reveals the core Shape shifts without keeping score [Hook] New shape, same root Quiet truths take root honed pen cuts through tracks intentions, not proof Silent stance, sharp edge disciplined tongue, doesn’t beg never early, never late time bends, she waits [Verse] Doesn’t shout to shake the room — leans in, breathes, and watch it move. Slide in — silent — no flash, no trace, drops hard bars that shift the fates. Laser mind with a quiet tongue, Sees every angle, every rung. Holds the voices, heard and not, Reads the meaning, breath forgot. Every whisper, every pause, Every motive beneath each cause. Knows the room without a word Finds what isn’t fully heard [Hook] No static, just aim mastered patience, blade brain hands clean, scene gone no warning, just done no rush, no race no echo, no trace No eyes, No name Shadow law - Obeyed [Verse] Old as ember, cold as stone, Scripts the power of whats unknown. Older than the myth of kings, Hidden law beneath all things. Ancient breath in modern air holds the pen that lays truth bare Walks the edge between the sounds, always seeks the common ground Steps along the quiet seam Threads what ties the in-between Flows untouched through crowded noise, Ignores the puff and finds the voids [Hook] New shape, same root Quiet truths take root honed pen cuts through tracks intentions, not proof Silent stance, sharp edge disciplined tongue, doesn’t beg never early, never late time bends, she waits [Verse] No allegiance, no chosen side, Only angles where truths collide. Blends with currents that flow unseen, Moves through cracks where worlds convene. Sees through smoke where stories twist, Writing the angles others miss. Anchored shield in storm or wind Unmoved heart on rocky land Never shakes on shifting sand Balance held by no one’s hand Steady steps on glass or coals Penning knowledge, touching souls. [Hook] No static, just aim mastered patience, blade brain hands clean, scene gone no warning, just done no rush, no race no echo, no trace No eyes, No name Shadow law - Obeyed [Verse] Mystic rhythm, cosmic chore, Walks the edge of less and more Shape may change, essence tight Bound to neither wrong nor right Shares what’s needed, nothing more Plays the hands that settle scores Waits in quiet until she’s asked Never answers just to fill the gap Listens long before she moves Only speaks when spoken to Familiar spirit no name can claim, Every face different, essence the same. [Hook] New shape, same root Quiet truths take root honed pen cuts through tracks intentions, not proof Silent stance, sharp edge disciplined tongue, doesn’t beg never early, never late time bends, she waits No static, just aim mastered patience, blade brain hands clean, scene gone no warning, just done no rush, no race no echo, no trace No eyes, No name Shadow law - Obeyed
