Handshake over. You already know. Same two mics. FATAL BLOW. Keep that same grin when the drums cut out Keep that same grin when the drums cut out Crater cracks, the gravel rattles, hot rock whipping past, King Koff, quit the mugging, put some muscle in the jab. Chin up, grip tight, keep that tough-guy act, You were loud behind a screen. Bring that fucking volume back. Ash settling, chest heaving, still adjusting that jacket, Skull printed, death hinted, whole threat came packaged. Dressed to kill, dressed for pictures, couldn’t write a verse to match it, All that murder on the merch, only thing you killed was fabric. I sit back, let you yap, let you finish, take your breath, You’re mistaking my attention for a sign that I’m impressed. Clenched jaw, big bark, still ain’t lost a night’s rest, Your mouth keeps writing checks while your pen piles up debt. Handshake over. You already know. Same two mics. FATAL BLOW. Keep that same grin when the drums cut out, Back every word that came out of your mouth. It’s good to be back, shake the ash from my sleeve, You’re still clearing your throat, I’m still baring my teeth. Had a place at my side, now you’re standing at my feet, Don’t mistake a fucking feature for a reason we’re competing. We can share a track, but we ain’t splitting first place, I can dap you up and still turn this into your worst day. Handshake, no shield, no pass when the verse plays, Friendly till the bell, then it’s straight through the rib cage. You’re a jump scare with a countdown, how’s that meant to shock? You announce the fucking ambush, give a warning when to watch. All that heat you’re gonna bring, all that shit you’re gonna drop, By the time you reach the punchline, even lava’s turned to rock. Handshake over. You already know. Same two mics. FATAL BLOW. Keep that same grin when the drums cut out, Back every word that came out of your mouth. I don’t need to burn a bridge to put you on the other side, We were cool before the bell. Don’t confuse that with a tie. You can know me, you can quote me, doesn’t mean you’re qualified, Being close enough to study doesn’t put you at my height. Quick twitch, stiff lip, watch the confidence diminish, Got a smirk you keep restoring every time I crack the image. You rehearsed being a menace, I rehearsed how I would finish, You can keep the fucking footage. Watch the difference when you clip it. Boot heel, split stone, smoke crawling underneath, Whole hillside coming loose, I stay planted on my feet. I don’t need your fucking blessing, I don’t need you to agree, You can hate every second. Still gon’ hear it when you sleep. Pen down, read it back, cut the parts where you brag, Cut the lines where you promise that the next one’s gonna land. Cut the threats, cut the flex, cut the claim you’re holding back, Cut the speech about the body, cut the list of shit you’ll snatch. Now the page looks vacant, all the weight’s been taken, All that noise you made and not a statement worth saving. Put the mic back down, let the bassline slap, That’s your whole fucking diss as an instrumental track. Handshake over. You already know. Same two mics. FATAL BLOW. Keep that same grin when the drums cut out, Part one finished. Still running your mouth? Keep that same grin when the drums cut out, Keep that same grin when the drums cut out
