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MOVE THE CHAINS by Toi - @Toi74

Yeah…
Check the tape.
No huddle.
No flags.
Let’s run it.

Snap count silent, defense still jumpin’
Blitz comin’ heavy, still ain’t rushin’
Pocket collapsin’, QB stay calm
Readin’ cover two like it’s written on palms

They stack the box, I audible out
Send truth in motion, spread ‘em out
Nickel defense, still too small
This ain’t checkers — it’s fourth-and-all

Move the chains — first down talk
Helmet crack when the truth get walked
Red zone pressure, no timeouts
Scoreboard lies but the tape don’t lie

Move the chains — grind that clock
They get loud, then they all get blocked
No flags thrown, still got bruises
Ran straight through all the excuses

Play fake clean, whole crowd bit
Safety froze, that’s a bad read
Eyes in the backfield, lost contain
Truth broke loose — house call gain

They tried spyin’ the quarterback
Still got cooked on the comeback route
Talkin’ tough in the pre-game chat
By halftime? Silence, mouthpiece out

No cheerleaders
No script
Just bodies
And stats

Move the chains — first down talk
Helmet crack when the truth get walked
Red zone pressure, no timeouts
Scoreboard lies but the tape don’t lie

Move the chains — grind that clock
They get loud, then they all get blocked
No flags thrown, still got bruises
Ran straight through all the excuses

Two-minute drill, no panic here
Clock management crystal clear
They burn challenges, waste the breath
Still can’t overturn what they said

Illegal contact? Missed that call
Funny how refs don’t see it all
But the crowd saw the whole damn play
And the replay hits a different way

Goal line stand — everybody tense
They stack bodies, still can’t fence
Fourth and inches, power run
Lower the pads — this game’s done

Move the chains — all gas, no brakes
Film room full of their mistakes
They talk big ‘til the lights come on
Then the whole damn drive gets run

Move the chains — whistle late
Truth crosses lines they can’t regulate
No mercy clock, no fake fame
Just a long drive and a short memory of pain

End of the quarter.
Same results.
Run it back.