[Intro — Three descending bass notes, dry metallic percussion, beat enters half a bar late] Tick. Tick. Cut the count. One goes in. Two come out. [Verse 1] I move like a margin they forgot to define Small print, sharp teeth, every comma’s a knife You measure my worth by the space that I take I turn one inch to a seismic mistake No grand entrance, no gold on the frame Just a dead-still room when I mention your name You talk in headlines, I deal in the fine Print your whole empire in the space of a line Check that — backtrack — cut to the bone Your loudest opinion sounds rented and loaned I don’t need volume to alter the room One slight adjustment, the walls start to move [Pre-Hook — Bass motif shifts one beat earlier each repetition] Count it. Clip it. Strip it down. Hold that. Flip it. Watch it turn around. [Hook — Heavy syncopated bass, tight drums, metallic motif locks into the groove] Black ledger — write that down I make the silence weigh a pound No flash, no flag, no grand parade Just one wrong step and the whole board changes Black ledger — line by line Your lost control is my design Cut the lights, let the numbers show I leave no trace, but the balance knows [Verse 2 — Beat becomes tighter, bass accents move against the drums] I don’t chase waves, I alter the tide Keep both hands clean while I shift the divide You bought the map, never learned the terrain Now every shortcut leads back to your name Thin ice, thick nerve, clean cut, no waste I can read hesitation by the look on your face You build your case with a tower of claims I pull one thread — now you’re holding the frame Tap-tap, pause — let the kick breathe One low note makes the whole floor lean Half that talk, double that proof I don’t throw stones, I remove the roof [Hook — Bass grows rougher, metallic hits answer the final word of each line] Black ledger — write that down I make the silence weigh a pound No flash, no flag, no grand parade Just one wrong step and the whole board changes Black ledger — line by line Your lost control is my design Cut the lights, let the numbers show I leave no trace, but the balance knows [Instrumental Break — No vocals] [Three-note bass motif returns with a different pitch contour] [Dry metallic strikes answer in uneven intervals] [The bass gradually splits into two detuned layers, moving out of sync] [All percussion cuts; a single resonant low note bends downward] [The original motif returns heavier, with the kick locking into its rhythm] [Bridge — Sparse low-end pulse, minimal percussion] Take one. Leave two. Change the sum. Change the view. No speech. No scene. Just the space Between. [Final Hook — Full distorted bass, heavier kick, sharp rhythmic stops] Black ledger — write that down I make the silence weigh a pound No flash, no flag, no grand parade One wrong step and the whole board changes Black ledger — line by line Your lost control is my design Cut the lights, let the numbers show I leave no trace, but the balance knows [Outro — Beat stops; three descending bass notes return alone] Tick. Tick. Count again.
