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Pressure when I enter, I’m a predator, never regular Shane with the flame, every letter hit cellular Step it up, they get cut, when the syllables erupt Too rough, boots stuck, in the mud where they froze up Martin Street militant, midnight engine ignition Mind drift different dimensions, infinite intuition Everybody wanna rap fast till the breath gone I adapt, mismatch, blast through a metronome One take, no brakes, cold stare, storm weather Words stitched sharp like barbed wire cross-threaded Backspin-black tint-nightmare in the background Bass pound-shake ground-crack concrete downtown Dog Luna bark loud, shadows on the porch rail Big Dog D ten toes when the storms hail They tried movin’ the movement but the roots deep Williams bloodline built tough, never lose sleep I can feel ghosts in the hall when the lights low Moments from the past still spin like a cyclone Dorothy, Maggie, Gene in the echoes Voices in the wind when the midnight air blows Pain made a language, I trained in the anguish Brain like a chamber with dangerous cadence arrangements Everybody talk tough online till the mic live Then they freeze when the beat turn beast mode at nighttime Step it up — I’m already five levels ahead Lead in the pencil, leave venom all over the spread Head full of static and strategy, savage mentality Actually rappin’ with technical patterns and clarity Backpack packed with the black mass energy Fast raps crack glass casually mentally No cap, all facts, raw wrath in the syntax Compact impact hit hard like a chin tap I don’t mumble, I rumble the jungle acoustics Double-time flow with impossible movement Tongue twist run quick, lungs filled with thunder Underground king with the sound of destruction under Look — Everybody wanna be a monster till the dark come Till the heartbeat sync with the kick and the snare drum I was built for the pressure and heavy environments Soul of a fighter with fire inside the confinement Step it up if you really wanna walk here Cold stare, smoke in the air when the clock nears Shane Williams carved deep in the timeline 150 BPM and I still never flatline.
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Pressure when I enter, I’m a predator, never regular Shane with the flame, every letter hit cellular Step it up, they get cut, when the syllables erupt Too rough, boots stuck, in the mud where they froze up Martin Street militant, midnight engine ignition Mind drift different dimensions, infinite intuition Everybody wanna rap fast till the breath gone I adapt, mismatch, blast through a metronome One take, no brakes, cold stare, storm weather Words stitched sharp like barbed wire cross-threaded Backspin-black tint-nightmare in the background Bass pound-shake ground-crack concrete downtown Dog Luna bark loud, shadows on the porch rail Big Dog D ten toes when the storms hail They tried movin’ the movement but the roots deep Williams bloodline built tough, never lose sleep I can feel ghosts in the hall when the lights low Moments from the past still spin like a cyclone Dorothy, Maggie, Gene in the echoes Voices in the wind when the midnight air blows Pain made a language, I trained in the anguish Brain like a chamber with dangerous cadence arrangements Everybody talk tough online till the mic live Then they freeze when the beat turn beast mode at nighttime Step it up — I’m already five levels ahead Lead in the pencil, leave venom all over the spread Head full of static and strategy, savage mentality Actually rappin’ with technical patterns and clarity Backpack packed with the black mass energy Fast raps crack glass casually mentally No cap, all facts, raw wrath in the syntax Compact impact hit hard like a chin tap I don’t mumble, I rumble the jungle acoustics Double-time flow with impossible movement Tongue twist run quick, lungs filled with thunder Underground king with the sound of destruction under Look — Everybody wanna be a monster till the dark come Till the heartbeat sync with the kick and the snare drum I was built for the pressure and heavy environments Soul of a fighter with fire inside the confinement Step it up if you really wanna walk here Cold stare, smoke in the air when the clock nears Shane Williams carved deep in the timeline 150 BPM and I still never flatline.
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