(Verse 1 – Chasing the Unseen) 💨 Footsteps fade, echoes bend, Chasing shadows that never end. Mirrors crack, smoke won’t clear, Truth keeps hiding year by year. Lights go dim, clocks slow down, Past keeps whispering, won’t back down!

(Chorus – The Reflection Calling) 🔥 What you see ain't always real, Just reflections spinning steel. Look too close, time might tear, What if dreams are waiting there?

(Verse 2 – The Reality Shift) 🌀 Turn the page, words don’t stay, Shifting lines slip away! Doors unlocked, paths untold, Every step feels ice and gold! Voices hum, walls feel tight, Tell me—who’s really right?

(Bridge – Breaking Through the Smoke) 🚀 Push through fog, push through air, Rip the seams, take it there! What we know ain't what we feel, Mirrors hold the big reveal!

(Outro – The Final Whisper) 🔥 One last step, one last glance, Fade too deep, lose your stance. But if the smoke clears, if walls fall, Then who’s been calling through it all?

Mirrors in the Smoke

Title: Stutter
Artist: Patrick Lykins
Label: Wreckin Tha Mic Recordz
Publisher: Adamantium
Studio: WTM Studios

Stutter

👉 Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/bassvoid/not-for-me

💀 Bassvoid – Not For Me (Skull Mix)
Gritty, emotional, unfiltered.
When the doubt sinks in deeper than the words.

🎧 Trap / Emo Hip-Hop / Alt Rap

Lyrics:

Yeah
I see through the mask
It’s never free — there’s always a tag

You say it’s love, but it’s laced with a scheme
Call it a favor, but you chasin' a dream
Smile on your face, hand outstretched
But I know the cost when the lines get stretched
Not for me — nah, that move not for me
Keep your deal, I stay free, I see
Not for me — nah, that game not for me
Talk sweet, but I read what’s underneath

“Just tryna help” — that’s the classic line
But the strings attached always cross the line
Say it’s a gift, but it builds a debt
I ain’t buyin’ what you tryna set

You frontin’ like you down for real
But I’ve learned too much — now I guard my seal
Scammers smile, then flip the plot
Say it’s love… 'til you see what it’s not

You move like you doing me a favor
But I see the mask under your behavior
No such thing as a free ride
Every sweet word got a darker side

You say it’s love, but it’s laced with a scheme
Call it a favor, but you chasin' a dream
Smile on your face, hand outstretched
But I know the cost when the lines get stretched
Not for me — nah, that move not for me
Keep your deal, I stay free, I see
Not for me — nah, that game not for me
Talk sweet, but I read what’s underneath

They love to flex like they put you on
But disappear once the shine is gone
Call it support, but it’s all for show
Receipts ready if you blow

I walk solo, I build slow
Rather climb quiet than owe a soul
No fake ties, no hidden fees
Keep your “help” — I got my peace

If the help comes loud, it ain’t help at all
Real ones show up — they don’t wait on a call
So I trust less, stay sharp, stay clear
If it sounds too good, I don’t let it near

You say it’s love, but it’s laced with a scheme
Call it a favor, but you chasin' a dream
Smile on your face, hand outstretched
But I know the cost when the lines get stretched
Not for me — nah, that move not for me
Keep your deal, I stay free, I see
Not for me — nah, that game not for me
Talk sweet, but I read what’s underneath
(Yeah… I read what’s underneath)

Not for Me (Skull Mix)

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning, got a hunger in my soul
Got a brand new mission, I'm taking the whole
I'm running the streets with a fire in my eyes
I'm a soldier for my purpose, a hunter in disguise
They tried to shut me down, they tried to stop my plan
But I'm a one-man army, yeah, I'm a brand new man
The world is a battlefield, the concrete my throne
And every single victory, I'm taking it alone

[Chorus]
**Run it! Pop it! Grill it! And Gun it!**
Yeah, I'm taking the crown, yeah, you know that I've won it!
**Run it! Pop it! Grill it! And Gun it!**
My foot's on the gas, I'm never gonna stop, never gonna front it!

[Verse 2]
Yeah, they're talking and they're dreaming, they're sitting in the shade
But I'm out in the sun, I'm not afraid
I'm grilling all the competition, I'm burning up the lies
Yeah, I'm a king in the kingdom, with a fire in my eyes
I'm gunning for the top, I'm taking every shot
I'm leaving all the fakes, yeah, I'm leaving all the rot
The old world is breaking, the new one's begun
And I'm the only one who's gonna see it all done

[Chorus]
**Run it! Pop it! Grill it! And Gun it!**
Yeah, I'm taking the crown, yeah, you know that I've won it!
**Run it! Pop it! Grill it! And Gun it!**
My foot's on the gas, I'm never gonna stop, never gonna front it!

[Bridge]
Yeah, the world is a stage, and you're a cheap-ass show
I'm the main event, yeah, I'm the real damn flow
So you can keep your numbers, you can keep all your clicks
I'm building a legacy, you're just building up bricks!

[Outro:] "Run it, pop it, grill it..."
Yeah, I'm gunning it!
**Run it! Pop it! Grill it! And Gun it!**

Run it! Pop it! Grill it! And Gun it!

“Market assassins. Cold bars, colder entries. No fear, no FOMO—only precision, profit, and pressure.”

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Run It Up

Broken Soul

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Hook
You think you can control me and what I do?
You can eat a dick, slick—who the f** is you?*
Saying s** about me, when we cross paths I’m screaming f*** you too,*
Think you run my program, b*h you don’t have a damn clue.


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Verse 1
I don’t take orders, I break ‘em,
Your weak attempt at power? I shake ‘em.
You talk loud but you stay hollow,
Big bark, no bite, fake bravado you can’t swallow.
I built this lane, blood and grind,
Not a soul alive gon’ tell me when to shine.
Try to put a leash on me? It snaps,
I’m the storm you can’t forecast, better fall back.


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Hook
You think you can control me and what I do?
You can eat a dick, slick—who the f** is you?*
Saying s** about me, when we cross paths I’m screaming f*** you too,*
Think you run my program, b*h you don’t have a damn clue.


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Verse 2
You gossip in shadows while I’m making noise,
I’m stacking up wins, you just chasing decoys.
You ain’t the boss of me, never that,
I’m the whole damn empire, you a copycat.
Every step I take, that’s my decision,
Your opinion’s trash, got zero precision.
You mad ‘cause my freedom got you shook,
I write my own script, you just reading the book.


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Bridge / Breakdown
I’m not your puppet, I don’t dance on a string,
I’m the king of my world, you ain’t controlling a thing.
Try to fence me in, I jump the gate,
Your jealousy loud, but your power’s fake.


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Hook (repeat x2 for outro)
You think you can control me and what I do?
You can eat a dick, slick—who the f** is you?*
Saying s** about me, when we cross paths I’m screaming f*** you too,*
Think you run my program, b*h you don’t have a damn clue.


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Get A Damn Clue.mp3

(Get a load… get a load… get a load of my batshit orders…)
scratch
What? huh? yeah…

Get a load of my batshit orders,
Eat the crumbs from my toasted borders.
Put my remains in a mailbox low,
River run red when the reptiles show.

Dip that gravy in the brown sauce pot,
Serve me death on a plate still hot.
Eyes of a pig with a serpent’s wings,
Devil in the grass when the night bell rings.

Crawl through static, dust in lungs,
Beat too raw make the whole block numb.
Fox and hare on the lawn still spin,
Shadow in the dark let the madness in.

Clock strike twelve, hallway froze,
Hands too rough, mask don’t show.
No turning back, the sack too black,
What? huh? what? can’t run from that.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

Voices low when the tape rewind,
Snakes on the lawn still twist my mind.
Serve me pain with a crystal glass,
Life too short so I move too fast.

Crocodiles feast where the water’s black,
Mailbox closed, don’t send that back.
Phonk too deep with a death-row bass,
Ghosts in the trunk make the street vibrate.

Blood on the floor where the echoes hide,
No windows here, no doors inside.
No mercy shown, no chance, no flag,
What you fear most in the black bag.

I’m the glitch in the funk, distortion scream,
Chopped-up loop in a broken dream.
What? huh? what? fill the void,
Static employed while the world destroyed.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

Who? (what?) where? (what?)
Why? (what?) what? (what?)
Loop that tape, let it bleed, don’t stop,
Funk so raw make the coffin drop.

Basement dark with the red light glow,
Southside heat where the lost ones go.
Trunk too heavy with the 808,
World too slow when the clocks rotate.

Skull on the dash with a crooked grin,
Ash in the cup, pour the poison in.
Gold tooth shine in a bloodstain mask,
Every last breath in a black bag fast.

No name, no face, no flag, no voice,
Phonk too loud, no other choice.
From the grave to the street, I spit this hymn,
Ghost ride clean while the night stay grim.

Ride in the dark with a chopped-up prayer,
Funk in the system, death in the air.
What? huh? what? can’t escape,
This the sound that seals your fate.

Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? huh? what? huh?
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
What? what? what? what?

What… what… what…
Yeah… oh… yeah… oh…
(Repeat, chopped, fade out)

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