Snare cracks — that’s the entrance
No speech bubble, no sentence
Step in frame, shift the lenses
No rehearsal in my presence

Back straight, shoulders square
No extra weight I gotta wear
Talk light, but the air gets rare
When I lock in, they aware

No hype man, no echo
Just impact in the tempo
Don’t raise tone, don’t crescendo
Still carve lines in the stencil

You can see it when I don’t blink
No rush — I don’t overthink
If I move, it’s a short link
No chain — just a cold sync

When the teeth show, it’s already done
No loud threats, I don’t owe you one
No fast hands — I control the run
One clean move — that’s the only one

When the teeth show, don’t mistake it
No half-draw, I don’t fake it
Low voice, but the ground shake with it
No second take — I don’t make edits

Kick drum stompin’ like a boot heel
No spin talk — it’s a brute feel
Edge sharp even when the suit tailored
Calm surface but the root steel

You perform heat for the optics
I cut corners off the topic
No wide swing — it’s microscopic
Small move, big shift — atomic

Don’t grin wide, don’t telegraph
Don’t throw signs, don’t autograph
When it’s time, it’s a single draft
No applause when the curtain cracks

Slow it down — hear the floor bend
No flare gun, no warning send
You read noise — I read patterns
End lines clean — no loose fragments

(steady… steady…)

When the teeth show, it’s already done
No loud threats, I don’t owe you one
No fast hands — I control the run
One clean move — that’s the only one

When the teeth show, don’t mistake it
No half-draw, I don’t fake it
Low voice, make the ground shake with it
One clean move — that’s the only one