(Chorus — 4) Say less then let it off no delay Cold hands steady aim no stray Smoke rise heavy make night turn gray No map for the route where your spirit lay (Verse 1 — 32) Calm in the chamber the cadence contained Minimal motion the message is framed Weight in the words when the pressure applied Measure the moment then sever the tie I’m reading the room like a ledger of risk Every intention I enter is crisp Steel in the speech with a surgical slit Clean with the cut when the margin is thin No wasted movement I move with a code Lines get aligned when the numbers get told I audit the angles and alter the plan Balance the bandwidth and tighten the span Grip in the palm with a ghost in the glove Silence the signal then sever the buzz Keep it composed when the tension increase Breath in the barrel then let it release Mapped every exit I’m exiting none Closed every circuit I’m setting it done I’m stacking the segments and sealing the seams Nothing is random it’s part of the scheme Cold with the cadence I carry the calm Storm in the system I bury the bomb Keep it internal no talk for the crowd Speak when it’s needed then silence it out I’m weighing the seconds the second I step Every correction connected and kept No loose ends when the sequence is set Locked in position no room for regret (Chorus — 4) Say less then let it off no delay Cold hands steady aim no stray Smoke rise heavy make night turn gray No map for the route where your spirit lay (Verse 2 — 32) Tactician tempo the trigger is timed Pressure applied with a permanent mind Eyes on the vector the vector don’t slip Every adjustment is set in the grip I’m mapping the margin and marking the range Nothing is left when the pattern is changed Focus is fixed when the fraction is thin Every decision is drawn from within Circle within squares got the target contained and framed Thermal trace on the face let the outline remain and stay Shapes in the scope see the angles align in a grid Vector locked every point intersecting the line where you live Infrared marking the margin the dot never drift Pressure applied to the point where the pattern can’t miss Geometry murder each measure designed with intent Every dimension compressed to a segment that’s set Romanian drum with a Bavarian fitted stock Holographic optic projecting a violet dot ACOG glass with a triangular reticle glow Mapping the body in sections dissecting the zone Rectangular windows get boxed when the sightline close Circular motion collapse when the crosshair froze Square up the frame let the corners connect to the aim Angles arranged so the arc of the shot stay the same Symmetry set every segment aligned to a scheme Measured in metrics the method embedded in beam Laser correction adjusting the drift in the breath Every equation resolved with a permanent depth Back to the baseline the breath is restored Calm in the core while the chamber is stored Nothing excessive I keep it precise Cut with the edge when the margin is tight Fade from the frame when the function is filled Quiet departure the motion is sealed No need for noise when the result is clear End of the equation the outcome is here (Chorus — 4) Say less then let it off no delay Cold hands steady aim no stray Smoke rise heavy make night turn gray No map for the route where your spirit lay (Verse 3 — 32) Discipline deeper than surface display Built in the dark where the silence would stay Each repetition embedded in bone Now it’s automatic the method is known I’m coding the cadence in layers of steel Every expression is measured and real No fiction in form when the function is set Every reflection is paid with a debt I’m cutting the clutter and clearing the lane Nothing remains but the core of the frame Precision the principle pushing the pace Every position is placed in its place I’m reading reactions before they occur Movement is minimal vision is sure No hesitation when action is drawn Everything ends when the pressure is on I’m writing in weight not writing in sound Every bar buried in ground that you found No gimmicks applied just gravity force Every line lands like a calibrated course Quiet authority heavy in tone You hear it once then you carry it home No need to repeat what the moment already displayed Say less when it’s time then it’s already paid (Final Chorus — 4) Say less then let it off no delay Cold hands steady aim no stray Smoke rise heavy make night turn gray No map for the route where your spirit lay
