[Intro — dry spoken fragments] Yeah... Look. Cut the noise. (Yeah) (Shh) [Verse 1] I step in calm, but the room gets tense (tense) No borrowed flow, every bar makes sense (facts) Pen too sharp, got a blade in the sentence (cut) One take, no edits, I came with intentions (look) Talk too much, I don't need that debate (nah) I bend the rhythm, then I switch up the pace (switch) 808 slides when I land on the phrase (skrrt) Cut my voice — pitch it down — let it shake (low) [Vocal Cut] Cut—cut—cut it (Cut!) Down—down—down (Low!) Yeah— (Yeah, yeah) Run that— (Run it) [Instrumental Drop] [Hard drums | sliding 808 | chopped vocal stabs] [Verse 2] Still on point, never chasing the trend (never) Every sixteen like a message I send (send it) Kick hits twice, then I leave it on ten (boom) Dead air—then I'm straight back again (wait) Cold with the pen, but the delivery's hot (hot) Flip one syllable, make the whole beat stop (stop!) Pitch my voice low, let it crawl through the drop (down) Then bring it back clean when the snare goes— [Beat Cut] STOP. (Stop!) (Dead!) [Final Vocal Cuts] Run it back— (Back!) Back—back— (Again!) Yeah. (Yeah!)
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