[Intro] Riddle: what stays true when the room gets loud? An axiom—if you’re not proud. [Verse] I bring premises to the party, not pity, City lights flicker—my mind stays pretty gritty. I’m rapid with the rigor—bigger than “bars,” This is structure on drums—argument scars. Riddle: what’s “confidence” without the check? A con. So I audit my own neck. I chase clarity like it owes me rent, Then I spend it on a hook that’s heaven-sent. [Pre-Chorus] Fast flow, no fluff—tough love— I’m making thinking feel like a shove. [Chorus] Axiom afterparty—truth in the bass, No fake wisdom sprayed on your face. Solve it: what’s the smartest flex in the room? Admitting you’re wrong and changing the tune. [Bridge] I pivot the pattern—switch the scheme— Same beat, new meaning—clean. [Outro] Afterparty ends—axiom stays— That’s how you live through shifting days.
