(Intro — low wind, metallic click) They don’t hear me comin’. They don’t see me move. That’s the point. (Verse 1) I don’t bark in the daylight, I wait for the dusk, Let the noise fade out, let the weak overtrust. They mistake my silence for fear, for delay, But I sharpen every second they look away. I been playin’ the back while they front like they kings, I been readin’ the room, see the strings on the strings. Every smile got a motive, every deal got a price, I don’t rush — I calculate twice. I move smooth through the static, no footprints, no trace, When I strike, it’s precise — never wasted a blade. They scream when it’s over like “Where did he come?” I was there from the start… just quiet and numb. (Hook) I got a hidden blade, yeah, tucked in my sleeve, You don’t know the danger till you already bleed. They all loud with the talk, but they fake, they afraid — I don’t warn, I don’t brag, I just slide with the blade. Hidden blade — never flash, never shine, One move, one cut, perfect line. By the time you react, it’s already too late — That’s the power of the hidden blade. (Verse 2) I don’t chase validation, I move on intent, Every step I take is a message I meant. They buy followers, I buy time and skill, They go viral for a week — I go silent and kill. I let ’em think they ahead, let ’em think they secure, I let egos inflate till the fall is for sure. I don’t need to announce when I enter the room, You can feel the temperature shift when I move. They want war with a ghost, but they swing at the air, I’m the shadow in the corner, calm stare, cold glare. When the beat cuts out and the silence invade — That’s the moment I draw the hidden blade. (Hook) I got a hidden blade, yeah, tucked in my sleeve, You don’t know the danger till you already bleed. They all loud with the talk, but they fake, they afraid — I don’t warn, I don’t brag, I just slide with the blade. Hidden blade — never flash, never shine, One move, one cut, perfect line. By the time you react, it’s already too late — That’s the power of the hidden blade. (Bridge — quiet, tense) No sirens. No chaos. Just consequence. You don’t lose loud… You lose clean. (Final Verse) I been built for the long game, patience in my DNA, They sprint for the moment, I walk through the decades. When the dust settle, guess who still remain? The one who moved sharp, not the one who complained. This ain’t rage music, this discipline talk, This is chess, not checkers, every step is a thought. If you ever hear my name when the rumors invade — Just know it’s already too late for the hidden blade. (Outro — metallic echo) No warning. No noise. Just results. Michael Johnson
