generically imperative

Knives out, tongue sharp, no safety net, Every line I spit’s a threat you won’t forget. Move too slow, get cut in the verse, I live in the chaos, I thrive in the curse. Verse 1: Step in my world, hear the floorboards crack, I spit like a storm, no mercy, no slack. Words slice quick, syllables snap, I twist your reality, leave your mind in a trap. I don’t beg, I don’t kneel, I don’t fall in line, I hunt my own shadow, make your demons mine. Every rhyme’s a hammer, every punchline’s steel, I bleed my thoughts raw, nothing here is concealed. Hook (x2): Knives out, tongue sharp, no safety net, Every line I spit’s a threat you won’t forget. Move too slow, get cut in the verse, I live in the chaos, I thrive in the curse. Verse 2: I carve my path in silence, footprints of flame, Enemies whisper my name, can’t tell truth from game. Bars like a blade, sharp, angled, precise, I dissect your mind like a master of vice. Not here for applause, not here for fame, I spit reality raw, you remember my name. No gimmicks, no masks, just teeth and grit, I’m the storm in your calm, the venom you hit. Bridge: Breathe in the tension, exhale a cutthroat line, Every word a weapon, every pause a sign. Step wrong, I strike, nothing sweet, nothing soft, Knives out, heart cold, I rise from the loft. Hook (x3, final): Knives out, tongue sharp, no safety net, Every line I spit’s a threat you won’t forget. Move too slow, get cut in the verse, I live in the chaos, I thrive in the curse.