no emotions

Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah.
Look at your bitch-ass.
Shaking like a fucking leaf.
Don’t blink now, motherfucker. You wanted that real shit? You’re staring right into the mouth of the beast.
Count the fucking distance. One meter.
That’s all that’s left between your bitch-ass and absolute silence.
No more talking. No more hype. Just cold steel and your final fucking breath.
Listen closely, you little punk.
​(Verse 1)
Step into the shadow where the winter never melts,
Dealing out a trauma that your bitch-ass never felt.
I am the architect of agony, the author of the dark,
Leaving every victim with a permanent fucking trademark.
You running with some cowards who are talking on the net,
But when you see the barrel, you’re drowning in your own fucking sweat.
I track a target like a radar, moving through the mist,
A lethal calculation that your soft ass could never resist.
The concrete is heavy and the nights are getting longer,
Every single grudge that I hold is getting fucking stronger.
You think you are a soldier? You a puppet on a string,
I’m pulling out the blade and I am severing the fucking thing.
No mercy in my DNA, no pity in my veins,
Just a mechanical precision that is causing you the pain.
I see the desperation when you look into my face,
Realize you’re running out of fucking luck and out of space.
The neighborhood is quiet when I walk across the block,
Hear the heavy click of the hammer on the cock.
I’m a master of the malice, a professor of the grit,
Every single syllable I spit is counterfeit-proof shit.
You a ghost before you die, a shadow on the wall,
Watching your fake-ass empire stumble down and take a fall.
I don’t need a crew to back me when I step into the room,
My fucking presence is an omen, a harbinger of doom.
The ink is made of venom and the paper is a sheet,
Wrapping up your legacy and throwing it in the fucking street.
​(Chorus)
One meter away from putting one in your eye, punk,
Watching all your pride and your bitch-ass arrogance sink like a ship sunk.
Cold-blooded, hardcore, the truth is undisputed,
Your lease on life expired and your fucking energy’s uprooted.
One meter away, yeah, the distance is precise,
Pay the ultimate total, you can't afford the fucking price.
Look into the barrel, see the end of your design,
I’m crossing every border and I’m cutting down your line.
​(Verse 2)
The temperature is dropping and the air is turning thin,
This is where the nightmare and the consequence begin.
You played a dangerous game with a dangerous man,
Now you’re looking at the ruin of your bullshit master plan.
I am the collector, coming for the debt you owe,
Moving with a malice that you didn't even fucking know.
Lyrical assassin, every cadence is a threat,
The baddest executioner that your bitch-ass has ever met.
I don’t do the drama, I don’t do the social media,
I define the fucking violence like a living encyclopedia.
Your crew is full of actors, they belong on a stage,
While I am writing history and tearing out the fucking page.
The iron is heavy and the grip is real tight,
Ending your discussion in the middle of the night.
You screaming for salvation but there's nobody around,
Just the echo of the casing hitting hard upon the ground.
I’m a product of the asphalt, hardened by the stones,
Break a fragile ego then I’m breaking all your fucking bones.
No validation needed, I am self-sustained and raw,
Operating way beyond the fucking limits of the law.
Your reputation’s hollow, it’s a bubble in the air,
Pop it with a glance, I don't even give a fuck to stare.
A calculated monster, I am freezing up the room,
Sealing up your destiny and locking up the fucking tomb.
​(Chorus)
One meter away from putting one in your eye, punk,
Watching all your pride and your bitch-ass arrogance sink like a ship sunk.
Cold-blooded, hardcore, the truth is undisputed,
Your lease on life expired and your fucking energy’s uprooted.
One meter away, yeah, the distance is precise,
Pay the ultimate total, you can't afford the fucking price.
Look into the barrel, see the end of your design,
I’m crossing every border and I’m cutting down your line.
​(Verse 3)
Let’s talk about the math, let's talk about the space,
Thirty-nine inches from your miserable fucking face.
I can smell the panic, I can see the vision fade,
Staring at the debt that is about to be repaid.
I am the eclipse, shutting out your morning sun,
The absolute reality of what your dumb ass has begun.
You wanted to be lyrical? I’ll dissect your entire flow,
Leave your sentences broken and your vocabulary fucking low.
I am a titan of the terror, a king among the cold,
A story of a savage that has never been retold.
You try to match the rhythm but your heartbeat’s out of time,
Punished for the fucking arrogance of stepping to my rhyme.
I walk through the fire and I come out frozen ice,
Don't you ever try to gamble if you cannot shake the fucking dice.
The block is my theater, the street is my display,
Turning all your golden years into a shade of gray.
No emotion.