No Sound

# **NO SOUND, NO SWEAT**

**[Intro — spoken, bored]**
Yo, is this ranked?
Wait—
My headset’s not even on.

**[Verse 1]**
I logged in late with a drink in my hand
Half-awake, no warm-up plan
Game sound muted, music low
Still read your push like a TV show

You came around that corner loud
Like you owned the whole damn town
I flicked once, didn’t even lean
Now you’re yelling “cheats” at the killcam screen

**[Pre-Chorus]**
No footsteps
No comms
No callouts
No problem
You’re sweating blood in overtime
I’m stretching out my trigger finger

**[Chorus]**
I’m just warming up
And you’re already done
I’m playing with no sound
Still dropping everyone
You call me a hacker
I call it routine
You brought a full stack
I brought half a magazine

I’m just warming up
This ain’t even my form
You’re caught in the crossfire
Before I hit the storm
No sound, no sweat
No fear, no rush
You’re trying your hardest
I’m barely waking up

**[Verse 2]**
You typed “reported” in all-chat twice
Like that’s gonna save your life
Blame my aim, blame the netcode too
But I’m in your spawn with a pistol and no clue

I missed my nade and still got three
That’s not hacks, that’s comedy
You pre-aimed left, I walked in right
Turned your big brave push into satellite

**[Pre-Chorus]**
No radar
No plan
No mercy
No hands
You’re locked in, clenched jaw, red-eyed
I’m tabbed out half the damn time

**[Chorus]**
I’m just warming up
And you’re already done
I’m playing with no sound
Still dropping everyone
You call me a hacker
I call it routine
You brought a full stack
I brought half a magazine

I’m just warming up
This ain’t even my form
You’re caught in the crossfire
Before I hit the storm
No sound, no sweat
No fear, no rush
You’re trying your hardest
I’m barely waking up

**[Breakdown — heavy, shouted]**
Mic muted
Game muted
Still ruthless
Still stupid

No headset
No stress
No call
No contest

You said, “How’d he know?”
I didn’t
You said, “How’d he hit?”
I clicked it
You said, “How’s he top?”
I’m gifted
You said, “Run it back”
I did it

**[Bridge — slower, mocking]**
I can hear you through the scoreboard
Even with the volume dead
Every excuse gets louder
Every time you lose your head

I don’t need the footsteps
I don’t need the team
I don’t need the meta
I just need the screen

**[Final Chorus]**
I’m just warming up
And you’re already done
I’m playing with no sound
Still dropping everyone
You call me a hacker
I call it routine
You brought a full stack
I brought half a magazine

I’m just warming up
This ain’t even my form
You’re caught in the crossfire
Before I hit the storm
No sound, no sweat
No fear, no rush
You’re trying your hardest
I’m barely waking up

**[Outro — gang vocals]**
No sound!
No sweat!
Not trying!
Not dead!

No sound!
No sweat!
Your best round!
My warm-up set!