I sift through the block with spectral eyes fake crews front but I spot the lies voices talk in distorted cries I’m the wizard that lives where the real one dies sippin on ether I fracture the street snakes in the yard get cooked with the heat silence breaks when the bassline beat I’m engraving my name in your stolen receipt you thought you played but I rigged the dice flipped your flex with a subtle slice bent your fate till your wins look light every move that you made gets crushed on sight drums keep rollin like clips unload words march heavy in jungle code every spell that I speak explode every grin that I flash up I stalk through alleys slick like oil prey get wrapped in enchanted coil money bloom in celestial soil when I cash in souls your plan recoil robe stay heavy but steps stay fast wand on my hip like a hidden blast your defense crack when the wizard pass I tax your breath and I bill your stash echoes bend like a warped LP spirits dance when they pay my fee staff swing low in a minor key bassline laws gotta bow to me thought you were slick with your hidden fraud I’m the ghost in your squad the glitch in your god I mint your loss like a sacred nod I flip your flex to a caution job I ride through hoods in stellar shoes flip debt to gold and I pick and choose prey get scanned then I pay my dues collect their sins in encrypted views I don’t fight with a blade I recite with a plan syllables slice like a chopper fan rituals carved on a streetlight stand makin your empire fold in the sand Nullus supreme with the cosmic math I thread basslines through a broken path run ons roll like an aftermath every paragraph’s a bloodbath laugh stalking silent in the astral fray I’m the audit you can’t delay revenge stack interest every day and the last motherfucker gon learn my way I move through the block like a black hole on patrol robe heavy pockets heavy with bands and bad soul plug texts ping like spells and the ops fold like old photos I lace the hood with hexes and receipts I stash receipts in a comet shell I got ghosts in my contacts that whisper moves and cash flow I watch snitches blink then their whole story mismatch slow I flip their flex into dust then I mint that dust into racks I sip comet juice out the bottle and laugh while their caps click capless I walk with a wand that look like a strap and I wink then the blok boys scatter like static on a scratched vinyl I plant snakes in the backyard but they my soldiers they bite back the fake smiles and take collars while I play boss and count collars and count collars again I slide through corners with a grin like a glitch my footsteps write curses in the pavement kids point and say that Nullus rich but rich in knowledge and grit not just drip I fold paper like star maps then I fold people like bills they thought they played me but I laminated their moves in my ledger for life I twist the feed so your flex go viral for the wrong reasons I let the block see the receipts I let the block feel the bass and then they start confessing over static cause the bass pry open chests and make truth spill like cheap liquor I move quiet like a signature on a bad check I haunt their group chats with ghosts of their past bets I sell them the illusion then repossess the pride then I wear their pride as a chain and it hang cold on my chest I crown the hood with nebula smoke I run the numbers with a wand and a blicky coded in runes labels peel off and reveal who really set the stage I craft traps like mixtapes bangers that bait and then age like venom I let time work the angle and patience compound like interest their panic pay my rent I feed off their panic and mint it into clout I stitch spells in the seams of their sneakers and watch them trip over lies they bought I am Nullus the filter the one who sort the snakes from the real ones the one who turn fake smiles into lesson plans I move like a storm on the low and when I flood they drown in their choices I am the audit that never sleeps the wizard that never quits the plug that flips fate into currency and the last motherfucker that thought he played me will remember my name on block and on star charts till the beat stop and then I pace the strip with a shadow that bend light my robe dragging dirt and glass while my staff hum basslines that make the streetlights twitch I’m counting favors like bullets in a drum every snitch on the list is a bar in my run I let the flow bleed thick like oil stains on the curb I cook spells in the alley with the rats as my herbs I turn whispers to fire and fire to proof I torch illusions and let the ashes buy truth I ain’t human I’m a glitch that hustle in flesh I press stress into diamonds and sell them for less just to mock your grind I own the night like an overdraft fee you think you free but my curses already tax your sleep I walk through the block and the block walk with me bass heavy steps shake the bricks till they crack I don’t need straps I conjure collapse I tap the pavement and whole gangs adapt the snakes coil but they hiss my name I feed them rats and they guard my lane no fake face survive my flame I write their lies in chalk on drains so the rain erase them I am the hustla with ghost receipts I let the block eat then I collect the fee I am the audit in the back of the room I stare too long and your empire boom I sip black hole liquor while I count your mistakes I move with patience like a cop at the gate but I ain’t no law I’m the wizard of flaws I flip your flex to a caution clause I bend the beat till it scream like prey I let the bassline hunt and the snares obey I turn silence to a spell that sway your gang into my gang without you knowin the play I keep books carved in stone not leather I bind names in the margins forever you think you clever but I twist your tether let you dance with the void then cut that measure I ride the hood like a comet ride fire I spit verses that sound like tires squeal on the tar when the chase gets dire you cannot hide when the void require Nullus step in the cut with receipts and a grin my eyes count sins like decimals spin you thought you won but revenge got kin I let interest stack till the walls cave in
