Dead Letter Cipher

Lights low, let the room go still Two shadows on the beat,

one name on the bill

Suhas stepped in, but the floor stayed calm Big talk in a

small frame, no weight in the palm I bring bars with a

blade-edge shine You bring yesterday’s smoke to a headline Every pose looks

borrowed, every move looks rehearsed I’m writing in bold while you’re stuck

on the first No hate in the air,

just a lesson in sound When the bass drops hard,

watch the pecking order come down

Hear that piano,

hear that choir call

You built a little wall,

I built over it all

Suhas, better step back from the flame Choirs in the dark while

they echo your name This is pressure,

this is weight, this is proof in the booth You can talk

all night, but the track tells the truth Suhas,

every round gets colder I came with the storm on my shoulder

No crown gets handed,

no throne gets spared If you want that smoke,

find me right there

Low voice, black sky,

let the kick drum knock I don’t need a loud mask,

I just watch the clock You chase a reaction,

I manufacture the moment Put a lock on the groove,

then I walk right through it Your lines hit soft like rain

on glass

Mine leave marks when the echoes pass

Keep your cool, this is sport,

not war But the door was wide open and you asked for

more

Guitar crying through the midnight blue Choir rising like the whole room

knew

One more name,

one more test Bring your best,

I’ll handle the rest

Suhas, better step back from the flame Choirs in the dark while

they echo your name This is pressure,

this is weight, this is proof in the booth You can talk

all night, but the track tells the truth Suhas,

every round gets colder I came with the storm on my shoulder

No crown gets handed,

no throne gets spared If you want that smoke,

find me right there

Lights up, beat fades,

lesson complete

No hard feelings—just don’t miss the next beat