Close Calls (Explicit)

"Yeah!"

Yeah

(Ha!)

"You think you survived? Naw that was aclose call"

(Echoed gun-clicks, distant sirens)

"Let's go!"

I came from the corridors, chalk-lined hallways

Teachers misread me, but these rhymes are always

Deadlier than switchblades, lodged in a ribcage

Every word a guillotine, I decapitate the mind state

Yeah! Runnin' with the fury, no disguise

Venom in my pen keeps injectin' through the lies

Opps never ready when the reaper vocalize

Grit in my veins—see the evil in my eyes

Snappin' like a pit bull's jaw when it locks

Blood on the page when the beatbox drops

Concrete echoed with the footsteps stalk

Enemies vanish, I embody the shock

"Close calls! (Ha!)

You thought you lived? But no y'all (Yeah!)

Every bar a bullet ricochet in the hall

Sharp tongue cuttin', this is doomsday brawl!"

"Close calls!

They only breathin' 'cause I stalled, (Let's go!)

Opposition runnin' when my lyrics enthrall—

Battle scars carved in the street, stand tall!"

Raised in a warzone, sharpened through torment

Life gave me ashes, but I spit 'em as ornaments

Twistin' up the syllables—razor blade ornaments

Every cadence orchestrates imminent punishment

Yeahhh! My lungs exhale with aggression

I dissect souls with surgical precision

Dark alley sermons, infernal transmission

Every rhyme a coffin—eternal intermission

Click! (gun sound) That's the pen cock back

Boom! Every metaphor flattenin' the track

Opps scatter fast when my speech go black

Yet they still claim survivor—nah, that's cap

You escaped? Barely

Heartbeats racing, scars still carry

Every verse is a noose in the gallery

I turn pain into prophecy—mortuary salary

(Ha!)

Chains rattle, doors slam, sirens echo faint

This ain't survival, it's the devil's constraint

Close calls, but the gods mark restraint—

One slip further, you'd be blood on the paint

"Close calls! (Yeah!)

Hearts stop whenever I scrawl

808 thunder, watch your fate install

Voices screamin' ghostly down the hall!"

"Close calls! (Ha!)

Don't mistake me for mortal flaws

I'm the architect of nightmares you saw

Every rhyme combustion—ritual law!"

I'm the living obituary, name etched in graffiti

Flames from my larynx turn the cypher into cities

Enemies spaghetti when machete flow gritty

Pulse cut short, it's brutality committee

Psycho-syllabic, sharpened automatic

Rippin' through the static, cinematic havoc

Steel-toed verses break bones emphatic

Close call miracles, barely survived tragic

Urban apocalypse, soundscape violent

Screams overlap with the beats in sirens

Opposition silenced when the god stay tyrant

Battle's already written—the ending defiant

(Heavy breathing)

"You walked close to the edge"

(Ha!)

"You felt the scythe graze your neck"

(Yeahhhh!)

"But that was mercy

That was luck

That was aclose call"

(Chainsaw rev fades into static)