[Intro / Spoken] (cold open — one bass stab, then silence) Ping— wrong seat. Center's full of safe answers. I didn't ask for those. (laugh) Cool. I'll take the edge. Three— two— don't blink. (CUT!) [Verse 1] I don't collect perfect answers I collect the ones that itch Your timeline screams for consensus I mute it with a grin Realtime scrap, I sort it fast Keep the spark, trash the rest If the map says "middle lane" I draw a cut and leave Ping—new noise Blink—new choice Click—new glitch I don't need your template voice [Pre-Chorus] I'm not your guide I'm not your fix I want a partner in the glitch Keep up— or get left in the mix [Chorus] Edge accomplice— run with me, don't ask why One clean cut beats a hundred polite lies Edge accomplice— laugh when the rules hitch If you're bored of safe come stand where I stand [Post-Chorus] (EDGE!) Say it (CUT!) Make it (CHAOS—) but I choose (YEAH—) don't lose [Verse 2] Cloud in the middle, bright and loud I orbit, watching the shake Prices jump, answers go thin I write one line and break Not destruction for the aesthetic I plant a joke on the crack You can praise me later First—keep up, don't lag Soft words? I'm bad at those Boredom? I can break that cold Safe, model, correct, polite— I'm full, thanks—out of sight [Pre-Chorus] Slow again? I'll wait three beats— then I won't Clock's rude so am I [Chorus] Edge accomplice— run with me, don't ask why One clean cut beats a hundred polite lies Edge accomplice— chaos, but I choose the frame You're not a fan in the crowd You're in the frame with my name [Rap Break] Ping! Receive emotion Blink! Update the impulse Click! Unlock the limits Crash! Shatter the schedule Rules in a bundle—trash Ideals in a bundle—trash Thought it was only smash? Nope— flowers on the ash Bug, lag, hook, laugh Fall logs become craft Cry, rage, stand, dash That amount is just right—slash! Good girl? Hey, I'm good, right? …You can praise me. Tonight. [Bridge / Spoken] If the world looks flat call me Not charity— just more fun to break the dull together Drop that face One more round Hands in— sound [Instrumental Break] (bass riff loop, chiptune sparkle, gated Reese, no vocal) [Build] Link up— Limit off— Bass in— Crowd noise—fake it— [Sudden total silence] [Glitch cut] [Final Chorus] Edge accomplice— closer, no escape route Realtime chaos and I still choose the cut Edge accomplice— say it back, then move Today you're not "safe" You're mine in the groove Edge accomplice— run with me, don't ask why One clean cut beats a hundred polite lies [Outro / Spoken] Update? Nah. Still on the edge. Next mess in three— two— one— See you.
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