noisy silence
Yo… Bullseye… you feel that? Yeah… that noise again. Bullseye: What noise? Dimetime: Same one every week… talkin’ loud before the game. Bullseye: Then let’s answer it the only way that matters. ⸻ (Verse 1 — Dimetime | aggressive, fast bounce) Talkin’ like a king but he never held a crown, Loud in the hallway, but quiet when we’re down in the town. Said we wouldn’t make it, said we couldn’t compete, Now he’s watchin’ us move while he stuck on repeat. Every “we trash” turns to silence at the whistle, He throwin’ out words but they light like a missile—no signal. Miss me with the hype, I let actions define, While he runnin’ his mouth, we’re crossin’ the line. ⸻ (Verse 2 — Bullseye | cold, controlled, surgical) I don’t argue, I observe and adjust, Let the scoreboard talk, that’s who I trust. He’s heavy on confidence, light on results, Then blames every loss on invisible faults. We don’t chase noise, we chase execution, Every drive we run is a clean resolution. He talks like a legend, walks like a guess, We show up once—and the rest is a mess. ⸻ (Hook — Together | catchy, chant-style) Keep talkin’, we keep movin’ in silence, Keep doubtin’, we turn it to guidance. No lectures, no flexin’, no bluffin’, no frontin’, Just clock hits zero and we done with the talkin’. Scoreboard speakin’, louder than words, And it’s sayin’ everything they never heard. ⸻ (Verse 3 — Dimetime | emotional intensity, sharper rhymes) I don’t need crowds, I don’t need fame, Just give me the field and call out the name. If you really that guy, then show me the proof, Not after the game when you searchin’ for truth. You talk all week like it’s already done, Then vanish real quick when the game is won. I see through the noise, I hear what’s real, Pressure don’t break me—it sharpens my skill. ⸻ (Verse 4 — Bullseye | ice-cold closer) Respect isn’t noise, it’s earned in the grind, It’s built in the reps, not the words you design. We don’t need speeches, we don’t need fame, We let four quarters rewrite your name. You call it a rivalry, we call it routine, We show up once—and erase the scene. Talk all you want, it don’t change the view… When it’s game time, we do what we do. ⸻ (Final Hook — Together | stronger, chant ending) Keep talkin’, we keep climbin’ higher, Keep doubtin’, we light that fire. No noise, no lies, no debate, no bluff— Just scoreboard truth when it’s said enough. And when it’s over… that silence is us.
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Yo… Bullseye… you feel that? Yeah… that noise again. Bullseye: What noise? Dimetime: Same one every week… talkin’ loud before the game. Bullseye: Then let’s answer it the only way that matters. ⸻ (Verse 1 — Dimetime | aggressive, fast bounce) Talkin’ like a king but he never held a crown, Loud in the hallway, but quiet when we’re down in the town. Said we wouldn’t make it, said we couldn’t compete, Now he’s watchin’ us move while he stuck on repeat. Every “we trash” turns to silence at the whistle, He throwin’ out words but they light like a missile—no signal. Miss me with the hype, I let actions define, While he runnin’ his mouth, we’re crossin’ the line. ⸻ (Verse 2 — Bullseye | cold, controlled, surgical) I don’t argue, I observe and adjust, Let the scoreboard talk, that’s who I trust. He’s heavy on confidence, light on results, Then blames every loss on invisible faults. We don’t chase noise, we chase execution, Every drive we run is a clean resolution. He talks like a legend, walks like a guess, We show up once—and the rest is a mess. ⸻ (Hook — Together | catchy, chant-style) Keep talkin’, we keep movin’ in silence, Keep doubtin’, we turn it to guidance. No lectures, no flexin’, no bluffin’, no frontin’, Just clock hits zero and we done with the talkin’. Scoreboard speakin’, louder than words, And it’s sayin’ everything they never heard. ⸻ (Verse 3 — Dimetime | emotional intensity, sharper rhymes) I don’t need crowds, I don’t need fame, Just give me the field and call out the name. If you really that guy, then show me the proof, Not after the game when you searchin’ for truth. You talk all week like it’s already done, Then vanish real quick when the game is won. I see through the noise, I hear what’s real, Pressure don’t break me—it sharpens my skill. ⸻ (Verse 4 — Bullseye | ice-cold closer) Respect isn’t noise, it’s earned in the grind, It’s built in the reps, not the words you design. We don’t need speeches, we don’t need fame, We let four quarters rewrite your name. You call it a rivalry, we call it routine, We show up once—and erase the scene. Talk all you want, it don’t change the view… When it’s game time, we do what we do. ⸻ (Final Hook — Together | stronger, chant ending) Keep talkin’, we keep climbin’ higher, Keep doubtin’, we light that fire. No noise, no lies, no debate, no bluff— Just scoreboard truth when it’s said enough. And when it’s over… that silence is us.