(Hook – Opening) (Yeah) / Extended mag on my verse, it don’t jam, it just spit rounds (Click-clack!) Every bar got a muzzle brake — cut recoil when I get down (Let it breathe) Flash hider flow, I appear outta nowhere, no flare now (Ghost mode) Foregrip on the beat, hold steady — I don’t air out (Hold it down) (Verse 1 – Technical Attachments + Wordplay Metaphors) I got a mind like a bolt carrier, thoughts slide in precision (Slick slide) Spit bursts like burst triggers, this fully built with vision (Fully auto) Compensator on my stress, I suppress with raw rhythm Lyrics threaded like barrels — pitch perfect in the system Laser sights on ambition, I don’t blink when I aim (Locked in) Rail-mount metaphors, I accessorize pain Sling bars over shoulders like carbines in rain Low profile gas block — I’m subtle but flame Magwell of madness, I feed rounds through the pen Every magazine flip, another plot twist again (Flip it!) I got a bipod flow — locked in, no sway Quick detach on the fake — let that dead weight spray Suppressor tone — I be killin’ 'em quiet (Shhh) My grip like stippled Glocks — firm through the riot Flip sights on my past — got perspective in rear Optics zoom on the future, see success crystal clear (Scope on it) Eject casings of doubt, let 'em scatter like shells (Eject!) Buffer tube resilience, I absorb what I felt Charging handle thoughts — I pull ‘em back, then I fire Two-stage trigger verse — build tension, then inspire (Breathe, squeeze) Barrel shroud bars — heat shield from the drama Got an underbarrel mic, let the cadence bring karma Red dot on my dreams, never miss my target Gun talk metaphors got the beat feelin' carnage (Boom!) (Hook – After Verse 1) (Load up) / Extended mag on my verse, it don’t jam, it just spit rounds Every bar got a muzzle brake — cut recoil when I get down (Control that kick) Flash hider flow, I appear outta nowhere, no flare now (No trace) Foregrip on the beat, hold steady — I don’t air out (Nah) (Verse 2 – Deep Customization, Rapid Schemes, Rare Builds) Picatinny path — I mount trauma in alignment (Lock rail) Tritium in my soul — night-glow through confinement Trigger shoe smoother than a satin confession Binary burst, every word got a second impression Low drag like KeyMod, my energy’s sleek (No drag) Vertical grip wordplay — I hold weight when I speak Skeleton stock past, no cover, I reveal Chassis of pain, forged facts in the steel (Unbreakable) Steel-core bars pierce Kevlar lies Words co-witness truth like iron sights to the skies (Zeroed in) Polished feed ramps — I don’t stumble my lines Heat-treated rhyme steel — never bend, never grind Ambi-safety on my ego, I don’t fire in pride (Chill) Sear trip syllables — I switch flows on both sides Charging handle cadence, I pull deep to reload Burst fire metaphors — hit fast in Morse code (Tap-tap-tap) Suppressor schemes, I keep it lowkey, but lethal My FDE tone — blend in with no equal (Camo clean) Flip-up sights when I peek through the pressure My lines run smooth — no jams, no measure Slant brake logic, reduce all the kickback Textured slide flow — ain’t no way I slip back (Never) Custom cerakote on my verse — flawless finish Breach door beats — I enter rooms and diminish (Boom, open it!) Anti-walk pins in my mental, I don’t shift in a jam I grip G10 bars — no sweat, just command Verses threaded and timed, like muzzle twist math This ain’t just gun talk — this tactical craft (Yeahhh)** (Hook – After Verse 2) (Click in) / Extended mag on my verse, it don’t jam, it just spit rounds Every bar got a muzzle brake — cut recoil when I get down (Kick reduced) Flash hider flow, I appear outta nowhere, no flare now (No signal) Foregrip on the beat, hold steady — I don’t air out (Locked in) (Verse 3 – Bullets & Schemes Condensed, 36 Bars) Hollow tip thoughts — when they hit, they expand the theme (Boom) I don’t spray for show — I precision fire in dreams .223 cadence, high-velocity truth / Let the lead in my lyrics put holes in the booth Tracer flow glow — I light up doubt in the dark (Skrrt) Every round poetic, my cartridge leave a mark FMJ bars — fully jacketed pain My verses cycle like gas, no misfire in the brain Red tip quotes — set fire to the liars Armor-piercing patience, I push through the bias 5.56 rhythm — semi-auto precision Every mag in my mind got a deadly composition I eject fear like shells, brass flying from the session Load up the truth — this a lyrical weapon confession Thermal locked vision, I don’t blink through the tension With a muzzle on my ego — still loud with intention Big bore metaphor, .45 in the scheme Each bar got recoil — you gon' feel what I mean Soft point pain — it enter smooth, then burst Every round handloaded, this rap game cursed Ballistics match the rhythm, velocity stays intact Pen like a barrel — I twist words on the track Range tested rhymes — I don’t miss from afar Magazine-fed wisdom, clip full of scars Verse hit deep — left lyrical scars forged behind bars
