Travelling to tourism

--- Title: "No Apologies" (Verse 1) I step in the room, thoughts sharp like a harpoon, Gotta attitude that’ll shatter glass, call it monsoon. You talk slick? Cool, I’m a tongue-twistin' typhoon, Spit flames so cold, turn June into a dark moon. I don’t play by your blueprint or your format, I’m the glitch in your system, the virus in your hard hat. They tell me to slow down, chill, keep it polite, But I’m wired like a bomb that’s tickin' outta sight. They said I wouldn't make it past a minute on the mic, Now they duckin' like I’m throwin' dynamite at every line I write. I’m vicious with precision, no permission to be given, My vision’s just a prison break — adrenaline-driven. (Chorus) No apologies, nah, I won't fake it, Chains on my brain? Nah, I’m 'bout to break it. You try to box me in, but I’ll still escape it, I’m raw, uncut, and I know you hate it. (Verse 2) I’m the last nerve you wish you could swerve, But I curve back, hittin' harder than you deserve. Swallow pride like pills, but the bitterness spills, I’m buildin’ my skill while you chill on the treadmill. You wanna front? Fine, I’m a step ahead of your rhyme, Like I’m time-travelin', unravelin’ thoughts that are mine. I’m a nightmare in daylight, a predator’s prey sight, Words ricochet like I’m sprayin’ with an AK at midnight. I don’t need your approval, never asked for a pass, I’m a runaway train with a seat made of shattered glass. You can try to derail, but I’m fuelin' the fire, Every failure I inhale just breathes life to desire. (Chorus) No apologies, nah, I won't fake it, Chains on my brain? Nah, I’m 'bout to break it. You try to box me in, but I’ll still escape it, I’m raw, uncut, and I know you hate it. (Fast Part Start) I’m a lyrical lunatic, quick with the wit, never quit, Spit venom so slick, every syllable’s a hit. Runnin' circles 'round the doubters, watch 'em trip, watch 'em slip, While I’m rippin' up the script, breakin’ outta every grip. Mind like a cyclone, eyes on the milestone, Every thought flyin’ by quicker than an iPhone. Talk smack? Step back, watch me detonate, I’m a force of nature you ain’t never gonna replicate! (Fast Part End) (Outro) No apologies — yeah, I’m stayin’ ruthless, I don't need your rules or excuses. They try to tame me, claim me, restrain me, But I’m out here free, and you’ll never rearrange me.