Lyrics
Don’t chase speed. Erase space. Same code, faster clock No stall, no slack Every thought overlap I don’t blink, I stack Same code, faster clock Pulse stay locked If the grid start warping I bend time, not bars I been packing eight thoughts in a four-bar frame Every vowel weighed, every consonant aimed I don’t rap on beats, I invade tempo Let the stress test show what the lungs know Run-ons stitched with the commas missing Let it feel like it shouldn’t work, but it listen I don’t reset breath where they think I should I hold tension till the form feel misunderstood Internal chains overlapping meters Accent drift make it sound off-center But the math still clean underneath That’s control wearing chaos teeth Same code, faster clock No stall, no slack Every thought overlap I don’t blink, I stack Same code, faster clock Pulse stay locked If the grid start warping I bend time, not bars Triplet tongue over straight-time drums Sound like I’m rushing, I’m not — I’m hung Accents slide where the snare ain’t at Make you feel lost while I’m right on track Five-syllable runs over four-count bars Breath held long like a diver’s art I don’t pause where the phrase would land I break expectation, then shake the hand Cadence feel like it tipping forward But the click still dead-center recorded That vertigo? That’s intentional I weaponize imbalance, stay sensible Still locked Still clear Same code Faster clock No breath Don’t drop Three feel over four Four feel over five You feel late I’m alive Count it wrong I’ll still land That’s timing Not chance I can hold a sentence longer than comfort allows Let it sprawl till the panic show on the crowd Switch stress mid-word, keep it legible That’s diaphragm married to syllable No filler air, no safety breaks I pace breath like it’s chess, not race If it sound like I’m bout to fall apart That’s the pocket — that’s the art I don’t sprint fast, I sprint long They explode quick, I stay strong When the beat feel like it can’t keep up That’s when I tighten and speed inside the cut Same code, faster clock No stall, no slack Every thought overlap I don’t blink, I stack Same code, faster clock Pulse stay locked If the grid start warping I bend time, not bars Still exact.
Lyrics
Don’t chase speed. Erase space. Same code, faster clock No stall, no slack Every thought overlap I don’t blink, I stack Same code, faster clock Pulse stay locked If the grid start warping I bend time, not bars I been packing eight thoughts in a four-bar frame Every vowel weighed, every consonant aimed I don’t rap on beats, I invade tempo Let the stress test show what the lungs know Run-ons stitched with the commas missing Let it feel like it shouldn’t work, but it listen I don’t reset breath where they think I should I hold tension till the form feel misunderstood Internal chains overlapping meters Accent drift make it sound off-center But the math still clean underneath That’s control wearing chaos teeth Same code, faster clock No stall, no slack Every thought overlap I don’t blink, I stack Same code, faster clock Pulse stay locked If the grid start warping I bend time, not bars Triplet tongue over straight-time drums Sound like I’m rushing, I’m not — I’m hung Accents slide where the snare ain’t at Make you feel lost while I’m right on track Five-syllable runs over four-count bars Breath held long like a diver’s art I don’t pause where the phrase would land I break expectation, then shake the hand Cadence feel like it tipping forward But the click still dead-center recorded That vertigo? That’s intentional I weaponize imbalance, stay sensible Still locked Still clear Same code Faster clock No breath Don’t drop Three feel over four Four feel over five You feel late I’m alive Count it wrong I’ll still land That’s timing Not chance I can hold a sentence longer than comfort allows Let it sprawl till the panic show on the crowd Switch stress mid-word, keep it legible That’s diaphragm married to syllable No filler air, no safety breaks I pace breath like it’s chess, not race If it sound like I’m bout to fall apart That’s the pocket — that’s the art I don’t sprint fast, I sprint long They explode quick, I stay strong When the beat feel like it can’t keep up That’s when I tighten and speed inside the cut Same code, faster clock No stall, no slack Every thought overlap I don’t blink, I stack Same code, faster clock Pulse stay locked If the grid start warping I bend time, not bars Still exact.