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You type to provoke, your argument is loud
I mold my phrase so it lives in the crowd
You feed on the blowback, you love a good cut
I write a clean chorus that lands in the gut
You crave the retweets, you worship the trend
I stay in my corner and wait for the send
You jump on the noise with a clever name
I lay down the bass till the beat makes a claim
You sharpen your tongue for the daily spin
I bank every spark till the track can begin
Your take is a bomb with a short fuse to kill
I tighten my hook till it answers my will
They trade your drama quick but my phrase stays deep
Your name is just a game, I'm a habit they keep
I don't need a spark to make the sound
My point cuts through and then sticks around
Your noise hits the wall
My hook slides through the hall
Your words slip from the hand like sand
I can feel the click when my tune lands
They hum it back
The rhythm takes root and won't crack
I'm not a headline, I'm a habit they lack
Your drama is loud, but my quiet built the track
That stays
Your soapbox shakes, I'm on the studio floor
Each chord I lay down will open a door
You blow through the feed like a borrowed storm
I'm pressing the keys till the line takes form
You want a reaction, any heat thrown at my name
I want a reaction that blooms in the frame
Your whole personality is a clickbait title
I keep a slow fire in every recital
You break the internet with a cheap disguise
I build a quiet tribe with patient eyes
Your moment passes like a paper plane
My melody stays like a permanent vein
They'll screenshot your outrage but skip it by dawn
My chorus is a trigger they hum when they yawn
I don't need to prove who is right
The beat is my voice when I write
Your noise hits the wall
My hook slides through the hall
They collect your screams in a glass jar
But the hum I made stays near and far
It's not even loud
The quietest thing outlives the proudest crowd
I don't shout a verse, I hand out a key
The more that they share it, the more it stays free
Let's see
