Kalisk — Kiss the risk

It's just the wrist, it's the wrist, no safety net.
Mine goes left, I dodge the dead.
One step in, no exit sign.
In that line and make it mine.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist.
Yeah, yeah, black, black, black.
Black, black, glass, fast cash, midnight mathematics,
Cold facts, coded contracts, thoughts turn acrobatic.
Backroom, black suit, blueprints in my brain.
I make pressure look precious,
Make a setback look like gain.
Tick-tock, wrist lock, time bends when I enter.
Mind sharp, eyes dark, every thought gets centerfine print.
Tight grip, microscopic vision, I don't make random moves,
I manufacture decisions.
Wrist talk, wrist watch, seconds getting thinner.
Lose once, use once, turn a loss into a winner.
Plot twist, logic flips, paradox in motion.
I put chaos in a box, then I sell it as emotion.
Cold room, gold moon, color start the fracture.
Word split, world shift, every thought gets captured.
Left lane, right brain, both collide and spark.
I can see ten different doors when I'm staring at the dark.
Critical, bend the frame, lose the map, rename the game.
Step too close, then I shift, one small move, watch it flip.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Twist the twist and flip the flip.
Bite the bite and light the lit, fall so hard I make it hit.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Drift the doubt and drown the doubt.
Loop the loop and break the loop, think I'm lost,
I'm taking routes.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Mine goes bang, bang, but never misses.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Flip one switch and watch it shift.
Purple, purple glass, mirror made, faces multiplying,
Every angle tells a lie, every seal is thought's replying.
Numbers melt, letters tilt, language losing gravity,
I can read between the words like they're written telepathically.
Silk, soup, quick, wit, six moves in a sentence,
Every comma hides a clause, every pause contains intention.
Gold dust, cold trust, velvet over voltage,
I turn a little pressure into psychological host.
Dot around, table unstable, geometry is bending,
Beginning it looks like ending,
Every end is thought's pretending.
I don't chase the rabbit, I redesign a rabbit hole,
Put a question in the answer, put a mirror in the goal.
Mind mades, time faze, seconds stretch elastic,
Static turns to patterns when the panic gets fantastic.
Reality is flexible, watch the scenery dissolve,
If the problem has a shape I rearrange the problem's wall.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Drift the twist and flip the flip.
Bite the bite and light the lit, fall so hard I make it hit.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Drift the doubt and drown the doubt.
Loop the loop and break the loop, think I'm lost,
I'm taking routes.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Mine goes bang, bang, but never misses.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Flip one switch and watch it shift.
Back door, black floor, footsteps in the fractal,
One thought splits twice,
Now the thought becomes a tactical.
Mind game, fine grain, every detail microscopic,
I make the impossible feel almost methodoscopic.
Wrist skin my teeth, every sentence tastes electric,
Words turn, world burns, syntax gets kinetic.
Sharp phrase, dark maze, syllables collide,
Put a knife edge, rhythm on a psychedelic ride.
No crown, no throne, just controller the momentum,
They calculate the present while I'm three frames past the spectrum.
Step left, red list, watch the whole perspective buckle,
I turn a dead end into ten exits with a mental muscle.
Hot stakes, mind games, no panic in the static,
Chaos looks dramatic when you don't understand the tactic.
I don't need a straight goal,
When the crooked one is quicker,
I bend the rules of gravity until every move gets slicker.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Twist the twist and flip the flip.
Bite the bite and light the lit, fall so hard I make it hit.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Drift the doubt and drown the doubt.
Loop the loop and break the loop, think I'm lost,
I'm taking routes.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Mine goes bang, bang, but never misses.
It's the wrist, it's the wrist, it's the wrist,
Flip one switch and watch it shift.
It's the wrist, bend the frame, rewind, it's the wrist,
It's the wrist.