hook

you don’t wanna cross that line

i’m a motherfuckin landmine

one wrong move

and the whole floor bite

talk slick once

and i blow on sight

you don’t wanna cross that line

i’m a motherfuckin landmine

one wrong move

and the whole floor bite

talk slick once

and i blow on sight

i’m a motherfuckin landmine

verse;

i don’t fight with fists

i fight with a mind rigged tight like a fuse on a countdown

you talk reckless

i sit still

til the right word slip

then the whole vibe drown

i’m quiet ’til i’m not

and when i’m not

that’s when your tough talk break down

drop one line

and it hit so loud

you’d swear somebody pulled a pin in the background

i don’t go off early

i go off perfect

timed so clean

you’d think the blast rehearsed it

you brag heavy

i reverse it

turn your flex to a weak-ass version of a verdict

walk around me wrong

you’ll find out quick

my calm ain’t harmless

it’s dormant pressure

you rush problems

i dissect em

i don’t call god

i become the refresher

yeah

i ain’t triggered by loud mouths

i’m triggered by dumb ones

say the wrong shit

and i fire off twenty outcomes

i don’t gotta swing

i out-think

til the whole damn beat feel redrum

my bars hit rapid

like a fast-twitch muscle with a tantrum

but the tantrum aimed with precision like a handgun

you step bold

i step smarter

you try push heat

i push farther

leave your whole damn stance in a corner

til your ego shrink smaller than a cheap-ass charger

mind built volatile

temper controlled

i don’t blow wild

i blow on goal

say one word wrong

and i switch that mode

til i tear through your tone

like a line in a scroll

hook

you don’t wanna cross that line

i’m a motherfuckin landmine

one wrong move

and the whole floor bite

talk slick once

and i blow on sight

you don’t wanna cross that line

i’m a motherfuckin landmine

one wrong move

and the whole floor bite

talk slick once

and i blow on sight

i’m a motherfuckin landmine

verse;

look

i’m the motherfuckin frankenstein of rap

stitched bars from the cracks

where the outcasts sat

took a spark to the heart

then i rose like that

now every rhyme hit heavy

like a thunderbolt slap

i was built from scraps

of the shit you fear

wired with a mind

that was never engineered

i’m a freak of the booth

with a voltage gear

spit so fast

you’d swear the lightning steered

i don’t rap

i resurrect phonetics

drag dead beats back

til they walk kinetic

you write cute lines

i write prosthetic

attach new limbs to a flow

til it move prophetic

i’m chaotic perfection

a lab creation

bars sewn tight

like a myth foundation

step in wrong

and you spark mutation

til your whole damn crew

catch annihilation

i’m patched from rage

powered by intellect

chains can’t hold

what the mind resurrect

i’m the wrong-ass threat

to treat with disrespect

i’ll rip through your stance

like i’m built incorrect

i got bolts in my thoughts

and a pulse in my pen

i don’t spit bars

i bring storms to men

i’m the beast you built

when you pushed me then

so when i snap on a verse?

that’s your fuck-up again.