[Intro — dark synth loop, 808 comes in, hook voice low] Lightning mouth Thunder chest I black out Then I wake up ahead [Hook — melodic male hook, simple and repeatable] I got lightning in my mouth Thunder in my chest Every time I black out I wake up ahead They keep talking from the couch I keep running through the test Lightning in my mouth Thunder in my chest [Verse 1 — technical rap, pocketed, clean] Look, I came in calm with the voltage hidden Whole room blinked when the motor kicked in No slow leak, I’m a closed ignition One spark turns to a whole collision I don’t pose for the flash, I’m past that Fast track mind with a hard-hat backpack Facts stack tall when the bars get compact Snap back clean when the drums go clap-clap I been outworking the noise by a mile Turned every doubt into floor tile Step on it, press on it, sharpen the file Smile real small when the pressure gets wild No loose syllable, no fake miracle Every line physical, every rhyme digital Cold little pivot with a clean individual Flow so surgical, still feels spiritual [Pre-Hook — rap voice, rising] Count it up Mark it down Hear that kick? That’s battleground Lock it in No retreat When I breathe Drums breathe [Hook — melodic hook returns, thicker doubles] I got lightning in my mouth Thunder in my chest Every time I black out I wake up ahead They keep talking from the couch I keep running through the test Lightning in my mouth Thunder in my chest [Verse 2 — harder, more bounce] I don’t need a mask, I got pace for the chase One take, two lanes, no brakes in the race Clean-cut pressure with a blade in the bass Every bar lands with a straight-faced grace I can hear little whispers getting brave in the back Till the beat drops low and the names go flat I don’t answer that, I just raise that stat Put a whole year’s work in a sixteen stack No gimmick, no panic, no random theatrics Just drumline damage and stamina habits I manage the madness with patterns and practice Then vanish in traffic with classic mechanics Punchline tucked in the pocket like contraband Flow switch quick but the footing stays rock-solid If the hook went wide, then the verse goes dominant I make the clock look soft when the words get confident [Bridge — beat cuts, dry vocal] No singing now Just breath and math No costume now Just pen and wrath Beat cut once Then bring it back If I go fast I keep it exact [Speed Run Verse — rapid-fire, controlled, 8 bars] I’m a syllable engine with a minimal limit And a criminal rhythm when I’m drilling a sentence With a cynical grin and a clinical finish I diminish the minutes till the ceiling is spinning Got a pocket full of pressure and a pattern to punish Every paragraph polished till the cadence is running If they wanted the summit, I already was above it I can double the current while the kick drum’s punching No stumble, no mumble, no crumble in motion I juggle the trouble with muscle and focus The vocal is loaded, the code is ferocious The moment I open, the whole room notices Tick-tick, switch lane, quick flame, clean aim Big kick, snare crack, wordplay, no strain Chest tight, breath right, pen bite, propane Lightning mouth, thunder chest, whole track, no chains [Final Hook — full drums, melodic hook + rap punch-ins] I got lightning in my mouth Thunder in my chest Every time I black out I wake up ahead They keep talking from the couch I keep running through the test Lightning in my mouth Thunder in my chest Lightning mouth Thunder chest I black out Then I wake up ahead [Outro — beat drops to 808 and synth] Lightning in my mouth Thunder in my chest
