this a deadboi production lets goooooo! Count the cracks in the pavement, I’m pacing the grid Every measure got a trapdoor, every phrase got a lid No warning, no warm-up, I arrive with the spark Turn a quiet room violent with a mark in the dark [Verse 1] I split the bar into fractions, then fracture the fraction Put pressure on pressure, make momentum a weapon You measure the tempo, I bend it and stretch it Then land on the one like a debt collector No borrowed bravado, the proof is in motion I’m carving a route through a wall of commotion With a pocket so crooked it walks with a limp Then straightens its spine when the kick drum hits I came with a blueprint, a blade, and a deadline Your safe little cadence gets left at the redline Every syllable calibrated, fitted and loaded The sentence is long but the exit is coded [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath when the pattern breaks One wrong step and the whole floor shakes I don’t chase what the room expects I change the shape, then I cash the check [Chorus] We don’t move in a straight line We cut through the frame at a strange time Heavy hands on the pressure valve Break one rule, then break them all Raise that ceiling, test that wire Every setback feeds the fire When the count gets complicated That’s exactly when we elevate it [Verse 2] Odd meter, hot temper, I’m threading the needle With a beat that keeps shifting its weight like a seesaw Triplet to a six-step, back to a clipped phrase Then I vanish for half a beat, leave a crater in place I’m not here for a slogan, I’m here for the surgery Cut out the certainty, sharpen the urgency Turn every pause to a point of attack Then double the pace when you think I’m relaxed The room gets narrow, the air gets expensive My thoughts hit the wall and return more aggressive I stack up the consonants, hammer the vowels Till every last doubt gets evicted from house No straight answers, no clean little ending The tension keeps climbing, the ceiling is bending If you want the familiar, then look somewhere else I brought a new shape and I built it myself [Bridge] Left foot, right foot, miscount, reset Three beats, five beats, no room for regret Cut the lights, kill the signal, let the silence bite Then I strike on the gap and rewrite the night [Chorus] We don’t move in a straight line We cut through the frame at a strange time Heavy hands on the pressure valve Break one rule, then break them all Raise that ceiling, test that wire Every setback feeds the fire When the count gets complicated That’s exactly when we elevate it [Outro] Count it again, I’m still ahead of the measure Built from the strain, every scar is a pressure No easy lane, no convenient disguise Complex by design, with the storm in my eyes[Intro] Yeah, check the room when I step in No borrowed shine, I brought the pressure with me [Verse 1] I came with a ledger of losses turned lessons, A mouth full of metrics, a head full of questions, They measure the drip, I measure progression, Turned every rejection to compound investment. You talk like a titan, your timing is timid, I walk in the room and the oxygen's limited, No need for a crown when the work is definitive, I built this from scraps, now the blueprint is militant. I don't chase a co-sign, I assign my own value, Put a price on the silence of people who doubt you, Every bar got a blade, every pause got a shout through, If the ceiling is low, I make floors out of clouds too. [Pre-Chorus] Don't confuse my calm for a lack of ambition, I was quiet, calculating the distance, Now the whole room gotta witness the difference, I don't ask for permission, I finish the mission. [Chorus] I'm talkin' my shit, let the scoreboard listen, Built from the grit, now the whole floor shiftin', Came in with a spark, left the whole block glistenin', If they want smoke, tell 'em bring a full ignition. I'm talkin' my shit, every word got weight, Put the doubt in a box, put the box in a safe, I was made for the climb, I was trained for the quake, When I say I'm next up, that's a change in the date. [Verse 2] Look— I got a problem with average, a habit of havoc, A catalog stacked with a savage advantage, They copy the surface, can't capture the madness, I studied the craft till the craft became apparatus. Switch gears— Double-time diction, I'm cutting through friction, My vision got distance, my mission efficient, No gimmicks or wishes, just rigorous living, I turn an impossible into a condition. Back to the pocket— I know what it cost me, the nights I was nauseous, The friends who went missing when profit was absent, Now every new offer gets weighed in the balance, I don't need applause from a room full of actors. I'm too locked in, too sharp with the margins, Too far from the start to be scared of departures, If failure's a teacher, I graduated hardest, Now point me at targets and watch what I harvest.
