Kingdom Shift

Who? Who? Who? Who let the fast one through?

Who?

Who? Who?

Say it loud when the bass comes through

He walks in counting paper like the room owes rent But every

dollar in his pocket already got spent He says he’s too quick,

but the proof moves slow Blink once,

miss the verse, blink twice,

there he goes

Who told him money makes a legend?

Who told him speed makes a weapon?

Your flow is a blur,

your point is gone By the time you finish,

the beat moved on I heard three words and a cough in

the back Was that a whole verse or a technical glitch track?

Who? Me? I’m the blur in the booth,

better zoom in Run the rhythm so fast that the syllables bloom

in Tick-tick-tick, every hit on the grid I don’t punch people,

I punch through the beat Paper talk?

I made that talk in the pocket Your pocket got lint and

a dream in the socket You count my mistakes while I count

every second By the time you object,

the next bar got embedded Slow down!

Slow down!

Who? Who? Who? Who let the fast one through?

No brakes, no pause,

no gap in the pattern Scatter the consonants,

shatter the standard Rapid-fire rabbit-run,

rattle the riddle Little bit of middle with a kick in the

middle Million-mile mouth with a minute-hand motor Every bar bends like a

runaway rotor If you can’t catch the words,

catch the shape of the thunder I’m not hiding the message,

I’m making you wonder

He thinks he’s untouchable,

look at him sprint

Fast doesn’t mean sharp if the lines don’t hit

Sharp with the spark and the speed in the sentence Cut through

the noise with aggressive precision You got a slow flow dressed in

a loud disguise I got ten new patterns before you reply Money

is a prop, but the timing is wealth I invest every breath,

reinvest in myself

You

chase the count, I chase the cadence Every bar gets a brand-new

arrangement

I’m a fighter on the mic,

but I’m slowing it down Little boys want to start getting me

mad? Cool down I was running so fast,

now I’m walking the line This is only my town,

this is only my time You can talk from the side,

you can reach for the crown But I breathe,

count four, let the whole beat calm down When I really lock

in, you’ll know why I came This is only my town—remember the

name Cool down, cool down This is only my town No real-world

fight, just a fight for the sound I slow it right down,

then I turn it around

Watch the kick, watch the snare,

watch the syllables pound No real-world threat,

just a fictional sound I’m smoking the beat,

then I slow it right down One clear line for the people

in the crowd: I don’t need your fear—I need room on the

track Who? Who? Who?

The one with the impossible flow

Who? Who? Who? The one that makes the hi-hats go