I been on

[INTRO] Yeah— Look— [VERSE 1] Blank page, black ink, let the madness develop, Head full of pressure, ice cream help me stay up, Back with a vengeance, I mastered the message Every sentence got weight when I happen to tell it. No gimmick, no gimmicks, I'm in it to win it, I finish a minute before they begin it, The second I enter the rhythm I'm ripping it, Giving the competition syllables with a surgical precision thats consistently Savage with it, but the language is elegant, Damage delivered with venomous sentences, Everybody attentive the second I step in it, I don't need permission to make 'em remember it. They hear the cadence and panic immediately, I make a beat feel the pain of a century, Pressure is building exponentially, Every delivery coming with energy. I got 'em watching the clock like a time bomb, I got 'em questioning where the hell I rhyme from, Talk about levels? I'm climbing beyond 'em, They wanna compete but the math ain't aligning. I don't need a crown just to know I'm ahead, I put the doubt in the back of their head, They hear the bars and start changing the thread, 'Cause everything they were saying suddenly dead. I'm feeling ferocious, approaching with focus, The flow is corrosive, explosive emotions, I open the throttle, controlling the motion, Then leave with the whole damn room in commotion. [PRE-HOOK] Don't poke at the beast when it's finally awake, Don't bet on the limits of somebody's faith, I've been taking my time, I've been studying pace, Now I'm done being patient—I'm coming for space. I've been on, I've been on, I've been waiting way too long, They were sleeping, I was scheming, Now the pressure getting strong. I've been patient, they've been complacent, Big difference between us, They were hoping I'd fade, I was sharpening the blade. I've been on, I've been on, I've been waiting way too long, Now I'm done with the waiting, Turn the volume up—I'm gone. [VERSE 2] Beat drops— Everybody stumble when the rhythm gets violent, I don't need noise, I just turn it to silence, Put a little truth in the middle of the violence, Then watch every word start multiplying mileage. No backup needed, I'm bringing the facts, Every bar got a pulse and a kick in the back, When I step in the booth, I'm attacking the track, Then I leave with the confidence nobody can match. I'm painting pictures with phonetics, Putting perspective inside of aesthetics, Making a sentence sound like a weapon While making the message poetic. I'm thinking in patterns, I'm seeing the fractions, I'm hearing the cadence Before I imagine the actual action. I'm catching the cracks in the track And attacking them accurately, Practically damaging gravity. So I'm back on the attack With a tactical pattern, A mathematical labyrinth Packed in a paragraph. Pen moving like a switchblade, Mind working six ways, Quick change, big range, and im Still sharp on a sick day. Spitting lyrics in a sick way, Every syllable snapping like static from the package, I'm making the beat shake Like it's carrying baggage. I got a catastrophic combination Of cadence and calculation, Constant acceleration With no accommodation. Blackout mode when the red light glows, Mind goes blank but the pen still knows, Every syllable lands and the tempo explodes, I can switch three pockets before anybody knows. Everybody wanna sound like everybody else, I'd rather sound like nobody else, I took every doubt that was handed to me, Put it under pressure and bottled the hell. Now watch what happens when I let it release, No leash on the beast, no sleep for the weak, I don't chase validation, I chase what I seek, And I sharpen my speech every day of the week. I've been grinding relentlessly, Building identity, Killing complacency, Testing my limits until they surrender to me. I don't confuse being loud with being dangerous, I don't confuse being known with being famous, I don't need a room full of people to tell me The work that I put in is already outrageous. I came from the doubt, now I'm feeding the dream, Turned frustration to fuel and aggression to steam, Every obstacle standing between me and me Gets demolished the second I enter the scene. [VERSE 3 — RAPID FIRE] Accelerate, activate, calculate, penetrate, Every debate gets obliterated, Never been hesitant, never been delicate, Pressure is permanent, pen is my evidence. I'm packing a labyrinth inside of a paragraph, Every bar got a backstory, in Every word i added a second half. I'm a processor processing problems, I promise I'm probably impossible For anybody attempting to copy the model. I carry the weight of a city in every syllable, Every little bit of it critical, Never been minimal, Every individual interval Filled with a different visual. Medical metaphor, venomous syllables, Minimal breathing, the rhythm is critical, Literal miracle, lyrical criminal, Every original line getting difficult. I can go cerebral or make it relatable, Switch from a whisper to something volcanic, Never predictable, never identical, Every new section another mechanical. I got a mind full of ammunition, But every round is a composition, No superstition, this is repetition, Years of decision becoming fruition. I wasn't gifted—I practiced the gift, Wasn't handed a lane—I established the drift, Wasn't waiting for somebody to tell me I'm it, I was working while they were debating the risk. That's the difference. I don't talk about greatness—I demonstrate proof, I don't need an excuse if I'm missing the roof, I just study the reason and tighten the screws, Then I come back harder with something to prove. I got hunger that doesn't diminish, I got drive that refuses to finish, Every beginning becomes an addiction, Every addiction becomes ammunition. They can criticize, analyze, categorize, Try to minimize, but I'm multiplying, While they're busy discussing who might be the greatest, I'm busy becoming the reason they're frightened. Not fear like violence—fear of comparison, Fear when the standard becomes inconvenient, Fear when the person they thought was beneath 'em Starts making the ceiling look insufficient. That's when the room gets quiet. That's when they listen. That's when they realize— I wasn't waiting for permission. [HOOK] I've been on, I've been on, I've been waiting way too long, They were sleeping, I was scheming, Now the pressure getting strong. I've been patient, they've been complacent, Big difference between us, They were hoping I'd fade, I was sharpening the blade. I've been on, I've been on, I've been waiting way too long, Now I'm done with the waiting, Turn the volume up—I'm gone. [OUTRO] Yeah— I gave 'em patience. They mistook it for weakness. I gave 'em silence. They mistook it for peace. I gave 'em time. They thought I was finished. but my