— “All units… stand by.” — I don’t wake up, I deploy Eyes red, lungs full, pressure in my voice No crown on my head, still they salute Smoke in the air like a signal to shoot I don’t ask for respect, I take command Rolled up authority tight in my hand Every breath fog the room like a battle plan I don’t follow waves — I overland Ash on my knuckles, flame in my palm Heartbeat heavy like napalm psalms This ain’t party weed, this tactical strain One hit got you shook, one verse rearranged I move quiet, high altitude thoughts Brain stay cloudy but the vision’s unlocked While they choke on mids, I’m rationed in top Shelf smoke, that sanctioned supply drop No peace talks, just inhale and decide Who breathin’ with me and who dyin’ outside I don’t flex chains, I flex control One spark ignite the whole patrol Smoke curl shapes like coded commands Every line classified, dope in demand I don’t rap to be liked, I speak to be feared Calm tone, but the outcome severe I been faded with purpose, focused and still While they lost in the haze, I’m drafting the will This the briefing before the blast Once the beat drop, ain’t no goin’ back (brief pause — radio click) — “High Command… green light.” — This that top-floor, sealed-room air No civilians here, just elite lungs paired I don’t cough, I condition Every hit calculated, controlled combustion We don’t stumble, we elevate Eyes low, mind sharp, pressure escalate This ain’t weed for the weak or the casual mind This smoke leave memories laggin’ behind I don’t brag — I authorize Every track stamped, verified From the ashtray up to the sky I don’t get high… I supervise
