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Pressure command
- I step in the ring and the whole room go quiet,
- Pen stay violent, my silence is riot.
- The Pressure in my breath, you can hear it breathe,
- Even my pauses hit harder than your beliefs.
- You talk big online wit that digital courage,
- But face to face you fold, origami baggage.
- You're keyboard killer, but your hands never swing,
- I be hearin the Static in your voice when you step in the ring.
- I never chase the crown, i just let it come find me,
- Destiny got my number and it keeps on dialing kindly.
- Your bars are full of filler, they're padded and hollow,
- Mine leave scars that you' gonna feel tomorrow.
- "Ooh this is AI" Nah relax, I’m human with precision and rage,
- My every line is surgical, performs incision on stage.
- I cut through the beat like it’s begging for mercy,
- You chasing a wave while I’m controlling the current.
- You rehearse for applause, I’m built for the war,
- I don’t rap for the crowd, I rap through the floor.
- Foundations crack when my cadence land,
- This ain't just music, it’s a pressure command.
- You punch for attention, I punch through your frame,
- This ain’t friendly fire so remember the name.
- I don’t need a hook, my presence's the chorus,
- Just One verse from me put your whole crew in focus.
- You still finding your sound and adjusting your tone,
- I already own mine got it carved into stone.
- I speak with my chest, i don't need to pretend,
- Your truth change shape depending who listening.
- I been in the dark trynna learn how to see,
- That’s why every shadow keeps bowing to me.
- I don’t flex money, chains, or fake success,
- I flex control when I speak, less is more, yes.
- You chasing reactions, I build reactions,
- Long term impact, not temporary traction.
- My pen don’t lie, it testify straight,
- It Cross examines your verses before they crumble in state.
- You rap like you hoping somebody approve,
- I rap like the booth got nothing to lose.
- Every word got weight, with calibrated tone,
- Even silence I own when I’m left alone.
- You bark for the net, algorithm fed,
- I move offline, still live in your head.
- I don’t rush greatness, I let it mature,
- Your buzz artificial, mine's heavy and pure.
- You play for the moment, I’m playing the arc,
- Though Light years ahead I'm still sharp in the dark.
- This craft took blood, patience, and years,
- That’s why my calm scare rappers to tears.
- I don’t need no beef, but I’m ready if fed,
- These lines leave outlines around what you said.
- I step back, mic warm, verdict decided,
- Judges don’t speak when the truth ain't divided.
- No debates or polls, no trending chatter,
- Just a room full of silence realizing it mattered.
- When I’m done, no echo, no need for applause,
- Just respect in the air and a moment that pause.
- My name ring heavy when the lights go dim,
- You feel it in your gut, even hating on him.
- This ain’t hype talk, it’s presence and proof,
- I don’t shout my power, I tighten the noose.
- One mic, one voice, whole building remembers,
- Silence so loud that makes the night surrender.
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