[Intro – one dusty metronome strike, looped till it sounds like it's counting down]

**[Verse 1 – voice tight, riding the beat like a subway car with no brakes]**
Make it rhyme—make it flow,
we get one go, you know,
that's the pattern, that's the pace,
no grace in that pace.
A-B-A-B, heartbeat locked,
tick-tock, tick-tock, don't get shocked,
if the couplet coughs, if the meter trips,
pick it up, dust it off, let it rip.

**[Pre-Chorus – pitched-up Tyler, through a broken subway turnstile]**
*one go… no redo… flow or faux…*

**[Chorus – sub-bass that stomps like a kickdrum with a grudge, melody loops like a rhyme scheme that won't quit]**
Make it flow—the words gotta swim,
gotta sprint, gotta win,
the rhyme is the rope and the beat is the drop,
no grace, just pace, just sweat, just hop.
One go—you get the take, you get the breath,
you get the mic, you get the death
of every line that didn't land,
every stanza that couldn't stand.
Pattern—pace—no grace—
just the race, just the chase,
just the finish line that moves
every time you think you proved
you could do it.

**[Verse 2 – lazy triplet, vinyl crackle like a stressed open mic night]**
Rhyme is a cage with golden bars,
flow is the water that finds the cracks,
one go is the gun that starts the race,
pace is the sweat that runs down your back.
No grace—no pretty,
no pause, no pity,
the words gotta work,
gotta jerk, gotta hurt,
gotta earn every ear,
every cheer, every sneer.
Pattern is the prison I choose,
pace is the boots that wear the bruise,
one go is the only shot,
flow is the blood clot
that keeps me moving,
keeps me proving,
keeps me rhyming
till the timing
runs out.

**[Bridge – everything drops to one heartbeat kick and the sound of a pen hitting the floor]**

**[Final Chorus – full swell, voice layered like overlapping emcees trading bars]**
Make it rhyme—make it flow,
we got one go, you know,
that's the pattern, that's the pace,
no grace in that pace,
just the race, just the face
of the clock that don't stop,
just the drop that don't drop
till the last syllable lands,
till the last rhyme stands,
till the one go goes
and the flow flows
and the pattern patterns out
into silence,
into doubt,
into *"did I make it?"*
into *"did I take it?"*
into *"one go was all I had,*
*and I gave it every word,*
*every verb,*
*every absurd little rhyme*
*that kept me alive*
*for one more line."*

**[Outro – metronome stops mid-tick, Tyler whispers]**
…one go,
…one flow,
…no grace,
*just the pace,*
*just the trace,*
*just the rhyme*
*that outlived*
*the race.*