"Short Fuse"

Lyrics: Pressure comes in small packages too. Five foot four but the room get colder, Walk in quiet, make grown men fold up slower. Eyes sharp like broken glass in a backstreet bar, Whole squad tense when they know who you are. She move militant, built from survival, Mind like chess mixed with street-code tribal. Never needed loud talk, never needed flex, One stare make disrespect rethink its next step. Loyal to the soil, loyal to the few, Cross that line? She erase your whole view. Not reckless—calculated, precise with the pressure, Pain made her dangerous, wisdom made her better. She got wolf blood under tattooed skin, Storm in her chest, cold fire within. Creative mind but she still move ruthless, Built from betrayal, she can make you toothless— Meaning no warning, no fake disguise, She say what she mean with that look in her eyes. Five foot four but the aura six-six, Whole room shook when she tighten her fists. Leather jacket smelling like smoke and rain, Every scar on her body got a damn name. She paint pain into art like a vandalized train, Turn heartbreak into fuel, now they study her flame. Short fuse for clowns with a slick mouth habit, She don’t chase respect—nah, she grabs it. Mind sharp enough to cut through lies instantly, You can feel the pressure shift when she enters the vicinity. People swear she got demons stitched into her shadow, Too calm under pressure, too smart for the battle. She survived what would break most people in half, Now she laugh at the chaos while they panic and crash. And she don’t need permission to exist loud, Never bowed down just to fit in crowds. She learned early— Love hard, trust slow, And never let snakes get close enough to grow. She got wolf blood under tattooed skin, Storm in her chest, cold fire within. Creative soul with a war drum heartbeat, Pressure so heavy make rivals retreat. Five foot four but the presence gigantic, Calm on the surface but internally frantic. Loyal forever if you part of her circle— But disrespect her? Watch the whole room turn purple. Some people loud ‘cause they insecure. She quiet ‘cause she already knows who she is.