fast flow

Time to uncage the turbine lungs. This one don’t breathe, it reloads. Title: Full Chopper Protocol Intro Yeah Rapid fire scripture Russ D Verse 1 I’ma hit ‘em with a rhythm so venomous, minimum limit When I pivot on a syllable, criminal sentiment in it Independent with a militant emphasis, never diminishing Anybody stepping in my perimeter getting disintegrated You counterfeit, delicate, relevant only for seconds I’m a permanent resident predator setting the record Straight, no edits, embedded with lead in the letters Every competitor getting beheaded, I shred ‘em One hit wonder, you blunder, you under the thunder I’m hunger incarnate, a carnage conductor You stutter, I utter a gutter rebuttal And smother your color commentary in rubble Get outta my lane, I’m flooring the gas You holding the brake while I’m storming the pass You wanted a battle? I rattle the cage Then shatter the stage with a tactical rage Hook Too fake these days, too frail these days One wave crash then pale these days I don’t play, I derail these days Russ D in chopper detail these days Crown fitted tight, don’t tilt, don’t sway Any wanna-be king get peeled away Step in the ring get sealed away Body the beat, I kneel and pray Verse 2 I accelerate, detonate, regulate pressure You featherweight, hesitate, begging for extras I levitate over your head with a lecture On how to dismantle a fraud with a gesture Screws loose? I remove whole frames You choose to lose when you use my name Old news crews with a recycled flame I bring bruise hues to the game untamed Chop chop cadence, invasive arrangements Engaging in dangerous language You playing at famous, I’m flaming the stages Enraged with a page full of anguish Every bar bulletproof, truth uncaged Youth gone rage in a booth all day You TikTok hype with a two week phase I blueprint moves that outlive graves Breakneck Switch Riddle ‘em quick with a flick of the wrist Twist up the script, eclipse every list Miss me with gimmicks, you timid and stiff I’m vivid and livid, a lyrical fist Crown on my head like a permanent scar I don’t want clout, I’m burning the bar You want smoke? I convert to a star Supernova flow, motor go hard Outro Chop No breath, no slack, no mercy given Independent driven, collision precision Russ D risen, incision incision Fake rappers missing, transmission ended If you want, I can stack internal rhymes even tighter and make it near impossible to breathe through.