Kalisk - Kiss the risk

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,