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Percision
Hip-Hop/Rap
Percision was released on July 28, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Whirlpool - EP
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Release DateJuly 28, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shockin'
Shockin'
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khalil B
Khalil B
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2H2H
2H2H
Engineer

Lyrics

I don't think we're the same, but I think we're precision
Her pain through a blade, now I ink with incision
I don't trust fate, I've been linking with just friction
My flow got a case, it was sentenced for spitting
Now I've been a god to these lowercase g's
Who spit thorns when I rose, now I rose like I'm here
Got the ghost in my pen and the soul up on free
Turn a verse to a church, make the pope just say sheesh
Rapping like I'm on trial, every lie is my defense
Put a halo on a beat, then I ride on offense
If he barks like he a threat, I ride within the trench
Put a price upon his head and make his pride pay the rent
Never fold, never break, never side with the snake
I don't bend for a label or a sign for a plate
Either pray with a blade or you die with a fate
If they slide in the night, I provide with the grace
Look, I've been required to stack in my patience
Now I'm back cooking like I'm winning cater for Satan
Rappers all cappin' because they've been acting adjacent
They is ghosts in their lyrics and I'm passing ablation
I don't do peace, I'm a beast with a Bible
Tear through the booth like I was beefing with idols
I don't play God, but I'm reading the cycle
They bite all of my flows, now I feed them the rifle
You're tweeting like shooters, but you're not in the field
I'm rapping like I'm breaking off a 100 mil deal
You flexing with chains, I can't even cover your bill
You crapping for a clout, I'm just cutting for real
I came out the gutter with trauma on deck
I done bled through my pen, had the pain on my neck
I don't need your respect, I don't beg for connect
I just aim for your head, then I pray for the rest
Tell them I'm different, I don't need gimmicks
I don't ride waves, I drown these critics
Say my name wrong, I sweat like clinics
Leave a fan base crying in different dimensions
All in my zone like a glitz in the matrix
Bars hit hard, make your spirit need braces
Heard the top five, but it's full of some basics
Bottle your list and erase all the traces
I spit scriptures dipped in venom
Every line like a blade that I etch in denim
I don't rap for the trends or Lexus emblem
I just snap like the lens when the feds gone get em
I don't fold, don't plead, don't beg for my spot
I just reload heat and step on the plot
If I bleed on beats, that's the red on top
Turn your mans to a stream, be a thread in a plot
They don't wanna see me go viral
Rather I fall, be part of their cycle
Rather I fake it, then dance for titles
Rather I kneel and just act like idols
Nah, I ain't one of these industry pawns
I ain't here playing for handshakes and all these cons
I don't need friends, I need bodies and bops
Turn the beat to a wake when I body a song
Body a rapper and then I go and write the eulogy
Buried the beat, now I'm ruining the euphony
Used to be broke, now I'm taxing off my scrutiny
Now they all quote me like this is truancy
I burn through bars like a match in a bible
Call me a sinner, I clash with disciples
Till I go viral with hate in my vitals
Cause pain in my chest make the pen suicidal
Written by: Khalil B
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