Yeah, I talk slick with a halo dent,
Sharp like rent when the check got spent.
Grin like sin when the beat go wild,
Every word slice clean — switchblade smile.
Ain’t from the burbs, I’m from blue grit dirt,
Church with a curse and a steel toe shirt.
If they want smoke, I breathe propane,
Ain’t no peace when I play my name.
I’m half calm monk, half bomb threat,
Half whiskey prayer, half unpaid debt.
Still cut deep when I laugh too long,
Still bleed rhythm, still bite wrong.

Switchblade smile — I don’t talk, I grin,
Every bar draw blood, every rhyme break skin.
Ain’t no saint, but I sin in style,
Slice through silence with a switchblade smile.
Yeah, switchblade smile, cold and clean,
Truth too sharp for the in-between.
If I laugh, just know it’s trial,
Every joke got teeth — switchblade smile.

Yeah, I came from the part where peace don’t stick,
Grit in my gums and a tongue too slick.
Still write pain like a blues man’s hymn,
Still chew truth till it cut my grin.
Ain’t no stunt — I’m built like rust,
Polished in pressure, aged in dust.
Talk my shit, then pray I’m right,
Saints don’t sleep, we just bite at night.
They want soft? I don’t bend that way,
Every bar I drop got hell to pay.
I don’t need fame — I need release,
Every verse a blade, every rhyme a piece.

Switchblade smile — I don’t talk, I grin,
Every bar draw blood, every rhyme break skin.
Ain’t no saint, but I sin in style,
Slice through silence with a switchblade smile.
Yeah, switchblade smile, cold and clean,
Truth too sharp for the in-between.
If I laugh, just know it’s trial,
Every joke got teeth — switchblade smile.

Laugh like a threat, pray like a dare,
Blessed with a curse, don’t care who stare.
Every mirror I crack still show me fine,
Still that grin — line for line.

See, I ain’t cocky — I’m carved that way,
Words draw blood when they start to play.
Every metaphor flex, every line got aim,
Every verse hit chest like propane flame.
Y’all talk loud, I talk legacy,
Every bite I take make memory.
Can’t outflow what’s built in bone,
Every bar chrome, every tone my throne.
Ain’t fake tough, I just talk too real,
Every smile slice — that’s how I heal.

Switchblade smile — I don’t talk, I grin,
Every bar draw blood, every rhyme break skin.
Ain’t no saint, but I sin in style,
Slice through silence with a switchblade smile.
Yeah, switchblade smile, cold and clean,
Truth too sharp for the in-between.
If I laugh, just know it’s trial,
Every joke got teeth — switchblade smile.

Peace don’t sell — but pain go platinum.