[Intro] Yeah Flip that [low vocal register] Count down Three… two… [Verse 1] I’m that kill-switch cipher, wrist twist, write up Ink drip, hieroglyphs, big script, light up Chip in my jaw, that click when I bite up Grid glitch when I spin this, system might cut Grit in the gearshift, drift in the lane Clip in the brain, let it stick in your frame Quick with the pitch shift, flip in the same Syllable six times, still switchin’ the aim Microsecond metronome lodged in my skeleton Every measurement evident, evidence elegant Predator etiquette, stepping in, never benevolent Lettering leveling everything, effortless Breath split, chest hit, never see me gasp Neck twitch, jet quick, chop it, then I lapse Set lists, death wish, rappers in a stack Step in, dead sprint, lap ‘em on a half [Chorus] I’m on go, that full send, overdrive Whole lane mine, better know the vibe Talk that talk, but they don’t survive I don’t slow, I don’t, I don’t I’m on go, that full send, overdrive Whole lane mine, better know the vibe Name in stone while they hope I slide I don’t fold, I don’t, I don’t [Verse 2] Flow switch, toe-tip, dance on the BPM Four grids, polyrhythm, hands in the deep end Clock chop, off top, jams in a G3 lens Frame-rate fake while I stand in a real tense Barcodes carved in the cartilage Hard code, march through the darkness Starved mode, sharpen the consonants Car bomb talk in the parliament Half-time, double-time, stack that, juggle mine Snap-back punchlines land like a shuttle dive Crash through subtle lies, blast through subtle rhymes Past due, pack fumes, match to a puddle line Every pattern that you practice, I pass in a fraction I’m a blacksmith with the anvil, hammer on the cadence You a backflip that you planned, then panic in the landing I’m the last hit in your camp when the damage get to banging Red dot, headshot, every letter lined Dead stock, ten shots, never penalized You bend, I break locks, redesign Your whole playbook while you memorize [Chorus] [Bridge] Yeah, this that Jaw lock, raw talk, sawdust in the vault Hard stop, heart drop, hear it halt Beat cut, I still run, my fault? (nah) This that Brain spark, chain arc, charge up the code They pray, but they stay parked, target exposed I rage in a graveyard garden of bones [Chorus]
