Static Chalice

(trap, migos-flow, female-rap, triplet-flow, dark, aggressive, 138bpm, f-sharp minor, heavy 808, sparse melody)

I ghost through the backstreets (ghost), slit silence with static (shh), chrome aura on my jaw — no malice. (uh-huh)

I sip wins from a loss cup (sip), cold sermons in traffic (cold), pain swirling in the glass — steel chalice. (clink)

I blitz through the drought line (blitz), turn grams into grammar (flip), whole corner speaking my — applied pressure. (pressure)

I audit the motives (check), then tariff every gesture (tax it), count crooked grins by the — same measure. (facts)

I parlay with shadows (parlay), play margins like chess (checkmate), keep contraband tucked for the — upper hand. (secured)

I band up the hundreds (band up), blue ink on the thumbs (blue), wrists snapping when they stretch — rubber bands. (snap)

I burn through betrayals (burn), let smoke kiss the ceiling (smoke), pour game back in the mud — stash ashes. (tuck it)

I circle the profits (spin), then bury the secrets (bury), carve routes under the rain — hide stashes. (low-key)