Yeah, I walk in like the night owns my name,
gold fangs glint where the silence got tamed.
Talk cheap? I tax it, leave change in the ash—
bravado so potent it’s stamped on the crash.
Neon blood in my veins, drip truth on the beat,
every shadow I cast buys a throne in the street.
I ain’t asking for grace, I’m the risk that you crave,
explicit saint of the glitch, watch the world misbehave.