Logic Knife / Velvet Beat

Intro] Riddle: what cuts clean but leaves no blood? I’m on it—quick—like a spark in mud. [Verse] I carve through claims with a calm cadence, Palm-grip patience, long-winded? Nah—short statements. I’m surgical: circular syllables, vertical pivots, Words do parkour—more torque—no gimmicks. I make meaning move: proof-to-groove, If you can’t hear the thesis, you can’t call it “smooth.” Riddle: what’s a fact when it’s framed for a feed? A fraction of truth with a fraction of need. [Pre-Chorus] High IQ, low ego—speed mode— I’m not preachy, I’m peach-pit: hard center, sweet coat. [Chorus] Logic knife, velvet beat— Sharp ideas on dancing feet. Solve it: what’s intelligence in the club? Knowing when to cut, and when to let it love. [Bridge] I’m the “why” behind the “wow,” The “how” behind the “now.” [Outro] Knife stays clean—beat stays warm— That’s the whole form.