Midnight Mike's

    Underground Radio

    Off Air
    Lyrics
    No pulse check — I’m already steady
    No second guess — I move when I’m ready
    Dark room lit when I step in heavy
    Say less, I don’t need confetti
    
    No pulse check — don’t measure my timing
    Cold breath, but the bloodline climbing
    Low tone talk but the edge stays shining
    Cut clean once — I don’t keep trying
    
    Foot on the tile, it’s quiet decisions
    No coin tosses, no blurred-out visions
    Hands don’t shake when the plan gets written
    Line so straight it could split precision
    
    Don’t flinch when the air gets thinner
    Calm face on but the will gets bigger
    You talk heat but the flame feels thinner
    I talk once — that’s the whole procedure
    
    Pressure don’t peak, I regulate it
    Never inflate it, I calculate it
    Step so light but the ground still takes it
    Nothing dramatic — I demonstrate it
    
    No alarms when I enter
    No noise in the center
    Just a look — that’s the signal
    
    No pulse check — I’m already steady
    No second guess — I move when I’m ready
    Dark room lit when I step in heavy
    Say less, I don’t need confetti
    
    No pulse check — don’t measure my timing
    Cold breath, but the bloodline climbing
    Low tone talk but the edge stays shining
    Cut clean once — I don’t keep trying
    
    Measured steps in a narrow lane
    You rehearse it, I air it plain
    No excess in the silhouette
    No sweat where the stakes get set
    
    Silence thick when I take that space
    Not loud — just hard to replace
    You chase noise, I erase the trace
    Make one move, then I change the pace
    
    Dial turned down but the voltage real
    No exposed wire but you know the feel
    No long speech — just a signed-off seal
    If it’s done, it’s done — that’s the deal
    
    Low voice — no rise in it
    Slow breath — no fight in it
    If I draw the line, it’s final
    No echo when I sign it
    
    (steady… steady…)
    
    No pulse check — I’m already steady
    No second guess — I move when I’m ready
    Dark room lit when I step in heavy
    Say less — I don’t need confetti
    
    No pulse check — don’t measure my timing
    Cold breath, but the bloodline climbing
    Low tone talk but the edge stays shining
    Cut clean once — I don’t keep trying
    
    One move.
    That’s enough.
    No Pulse Check

    No Pulse Check

    AaronLiveOnline

    from Clean Cuts

    voiced by Voss Kieran

    Lyrics
    No pulse check — I’m already steady
    No second guess — I move when I’m ready
    Dark room lit when I step in heavy
    Say less, I don’t need confetti
    
    No pulse check — don’t measure my timing
    Cold breath, but the bloodline climbing
    Low tone talk but the edge stays shining
    Cut clean once — I don’t keep trying
    
    Foot on the tile, it’s quiet decisions
    No coin tosses, no blurred-out visions
    Hands don’t shake when the plan gets written
    Line so straight it could split precision
    
    Don’t flinch when the air gets thinner
    Calm face on but the will gets bigger
    You talk heat but the flame feels thinner
    I talk once — that’s the whole procedure
    
    Pressure don’t peak, I regulate it
    Never inflate it, I calculate it
    Step so light but the ground still takes it
    Nothing dramatic — I demonstrate it
    
    No alarms when I enter
    No noise in the center
    Just a look — that’s the signal
    
    No pulse check — I’m already steady
    No second guess — I move when I’m ready
    Dark room lit when I step in heavy
    Say less, I don’t need confetti
    
    No pulse check — don’t measure my timing
    Cold breath, but the bloodline climbing
    Low tone talk but the edge stays shining
    Cut clean once — I don’t keep trying
    
    Measured steps in a narrow lane
    You rehearse it, I air it plain
    No excess in the silhouette
    No sweat where the stakes get set
    
    Silence thick when I take that space
    Not loud — just hard to replace
    You chase noise, I erase the trace
    Make one move, then I change the pace
    
    Dial turned down but the voltage real
    No exposed wire but you know the feel
    No long speech — just a signed-off seal
    If it’s done, it’s done — that’s the deal
    
    Low voice — no rise in it
    Slow breath — no fight in it
    If I draw the line, it’s final
    No echo when I sign it
    
    (steady… steady…)
    
    No pulse check — I’m already steady
    No second guess — I move when I’m ready
    Dark room lit when I step in heavy
    Say less — I don’t need confetti
    
    No pulse check — don’t measure my timing
    Cold breath, but the bloodline climbing
    Low tone talk but the edge stays shining
    Cut clean once — I don’t keep trying
    
    One move.
    That’s enough.
    🎙️

    🎙️ Midnight Mike

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