Black gloves on Jaw locked Eyes stone I walk in Whole room gets thrown Air turns steel You feel that chill Every weak little doubt Standing dead Standing still I don’t talk much I just take space Every heartbeat here Marches to my pace Cold grip On your neck Don’t slip I was built to break Not bend Don’t trip If I want it then it’s mine That’s it That’s it Cold grip Every wall I rip You can feel me in your chest when I flip If I want it then it’s mine That’s it That’s it Big steps Floorboards strain You can hear my rise Thunder in your veins I don’t chase wins I drag ‘em in chains Carve my name in the glass With a diamond of pain Clock hands shake When I lock in Every second that you waste That’s my win Breathe in my shadow Let it flood your head You’re not tired You’re just scared of what’s next Push past fear ‘Til the doubts all quit I don’t stop I impose my will That’s it
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