**[Intro – half-time, clipped]** Yeah Check— No warm-up, no warning CPU overheating, I’m already recording --- **[Verse 1 – double time]** I been runnin’ laps round a thought I can’t outrun Brain goin’ Mach-10, mouth full of napalm Snap when the beat drop, map full of landmines Tap dance on timelines, fast like a crash log Tick-tick, thought loop, clickbait, doom scroll Mind in a wind tunnel, skin feelin’ too cold Every word ricochet, syllables snowball Breath control brutal, lungs feelin’ home-rolled I don’t rap, I detonate sentences Pentagrams made outta predicates Grammar abuse with intent to offend Every consonant sharpened, embedded in heads I been livin’ on caffeine, debt, and delay Deadlines chase me, I sprint anyway They say “slow down,” I say “say it again” Already three bars past where you thought I would end --- **[Pre-Chorus – staccato]** No pause, no peace, no sleep No gods, no leash, no leash They blink— I’m gone mid-speech This flow don’t come with receipts --- **[Chorus – chant, breath catch]** Too fast, too loud, too much Brain fried, still don’t shut up Run it back? Nah, good luck No buffering, no touch-ups Too fast, too loud, too clean Blink once, miss seventeen I don’t rap, I overclock Till the whole damn system screams --- **[Verse 2 – triplet flow, Twista energy]** Alphabet acrobat, lyrical lab accident I juggle vowels while balance breaks cabinets Panic attack in a Cadillac cadence Speed limit shattered, I laugh at the damages Tongue do parkour, bars do gymnastics I bend every measure till meters elastic Syntax snap, syllables slap Every vowel gettin’ thrown in a tactical trap I’m breathin’ through teeth, no mercy, no slack You still on the hook? I lapped you a lap This ain’t flex, it’s a stress test Mic cord tight like a tourniquet neck I don’t chase trends, I outrun ‘em They hop on waves, I tsunami ‘em You need space? I don’t give none I just keep goin’ till the beat feels nauseous --- **[Bridge – breakdown, then ramp]** Hold— Count to four— Never mind, too slow --- **[Verse 3 – Busta-style explosion]** WHO TOLD ‘EM I WAS DONE?! I reload vowels, unload drums Every bar hit like a closed fist No filler, no chorus comfort I’m a problem with punctuation Comma splices turn confrontational Period point like a final boss Exclamation marks everywhere—lost Breath gone, still spittin’ like cardio Heart rate bangin’ Morse code audio If rap a race, you joggin’ bro I teleport past the startin’ pole --- **[Final Chorus – stacked vocals]** Too fast, too loud, too much Hands shake, still don’t hush Try to keep up? Nah, don’t rush You already lost the clutch Too fast, too loud, no brakes Tongue twist, whole beat shakes When I stop? Earthquake Silence hit harder than takes

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