Clean cuts heal slow…

Yeah…

Pressure still bleeds though…

Clean cuts heal slow, still sting when I move

Sharp lines in the mirror, every scar tells truth

Had to amputate fake just to stand with the few

Cold world, warm heart, but the blade stay smooth

Trimmed down circle, now the silence loud

Lost friends in the fade, never phased by crowds

Got receipts in my chest, not a bank, but proud

Every loss left weight, had to learn that sound

Late nights pacing, mind doing laps

Heart full of stress, but the pen still snaps

Garage drums skidding, life on track

If I slip, spin back, reload that pack

Bled for the vision, never begged for a seat

Cuts too clean, now they begging for peace

If I smile, it’s earned, if I’m quiet, it’s deep

Still hungry at the table when I’m fed with belief

Clean cuts heal slow, yeah I know that pain

Sharp truth slice deep, still I hold my lane

Had to cut them off just to stay sane

Clean cuts heal slow but I won’t complain

Clean cuts heal slow, still standing tall

Fade too crisp, but the wounds still raw

Lost a few names when I trimmed that wall

Clean cuts heal slow — I survived it all

Fade so clean but the past still speaks

Every scar got bars, every bar got teeth

I don’t flex for the net, I grind in the streets

Silent wins louder than a crowd full of tweets

Had to dead old habits, that hurt like hell

Cut love with precision, left burn marks still

Some pray on my fall, I work on myself

If the blade come close, I carve my wealth

Pressure cooker life, let it whistle then bang

Heart cold-steel, but the rhythm still sang

They watch from afar, I’m wrist-deep in plans

Still bleeding ambition through a disciplined hand

No filter smile, still pain in the frame

I healed wrong ways just to stay in the game

Now I stitch up wins with a surgeon’s aim

Clean cuts heal slow but they sharpen the name

Clean cuts heal slow but I’m moving precise

Blade in the sentence every syllable sliced

Trimmed down trust now the circle’s concise

Heart still cold but the vision’s nice

Lost some names but I gained my sight

Still bleeding truth every bar I write

Pressure made diamonds I paid that price

Now I glide through storms with a calm that bites

No sleep grind teeth life on edge

Every scar stitched tight in the flesh

They talk online but fold when pressed

I don’t flex for approval I carve success

Cut fake love like surgeon hands

No bandage bars just permanent plans

Still breathe pain but I stand advanced

Clean cuts heal slow now I’m too enhanced

Clean cut cadence surgical motion

Blade tip bars leave permanent notions

Trust got trimmed now I move like ocean

Silent but deep with aggressive devotion

No fake grin I don’t pose for moments

Pain got folded into promotion

Still heart-coded with cold emotion

Life came sharp I adapted corrosion

Scars in sequence lessons embedded

Lost some souls but I stayed prophetic

Every bar got weight no aesthetic

I don’t talk about wins I weaponise metrics

Pressure cooking veins still kinetic

Mind on fire but the flow’s ascetic

Cut distractions now time’s selective

Clean cuts heal slow but I’m bio-engineered

Clean cut syntax flicker fast panic

Blade talk language ultra-organic

Trimmed all noise now the signal manic

Heart still ice but the flow volcanic

Mind in overdrive no mechanical lag

Every bar double-packed no grammatical drag

Pain got diced then it sharpened the craft

I don’t rap for reaction I fracture the slab

Lost then found in the pressure chamber

Scars like scripts in my flesh still labelled

They talk peak but it’s all unstable

I move precise like a clockwork scalpel

Breath gone long ago lungs abandoned

Still spitting truth with a monk-like cadence

Clean cuts heal slow but the damage branded

Now I’m built from the cut they couldn’t manage

Clean cut rhythm autopsy tempo

Blade-edge diction micro-decimals

Pain compressed into bare essentials

Heart still cold but the drive exponential

No breath function lungs deprecated

Flow so dense it bends the metric

Every word premeditated

I don’t rap bars I engineer segments

Thoughts move faster than sound can travel

Tongue tied knots then I still unravel

Clean cuts heal slow but the nerves stay gravel

Now I’m carved from the damage they couldn’t battle

Clean cuts heal slow, yeah I know that pain

Sharp truth slice deep, still I hold my lane

Had to cut them off just to stay sane

Clean cuts heal slow — I rose from the strain

Clean cuts heal slow, still standing tall

Fade too crisp, but the wounds still raw

Lost a few names when I trimmed that wall

Clean cuts heal slow — I survived it all

Fade sharp…

Clean cuts heal slow…

But make you harder