Lyrics

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Mic check, no soft filter
No watered-down ink
I don't write bars, I load chambers and think
Wordplay (Wordplay)
Watch the blade twist
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I spit like a switchblade kissin' the wind
Every sentence a sin that cuts deeper than skin
Tongue sharp as a guillotine droppin' on kings
I turn syllables into hangmen with strings
My pen's a black mamba coiled in the page
Venom in the cadence leave the whole stage in a cage
You bring plain speech, that's a soft-shell crab
I crack it with compound rhymes and leave the shell in the lab
I'm the architect of avalanches

Words stack like concrete slabs in a land of soft sand
You build sandcastles, I pour liquid steel

Watch your whole foundation buckle when the real gets revealed
Punchlines land like haymakers from the grave
I dig up dead slang and make the corpses behave
Every bar's a landmine buried in the flow

Step wrong and the whole track detonates slow

Wordplay (Wordplay)
I don't talk, I dissect
Every line a scalpel, every bar a direct
Hit to the chest, no vest, no deflect
I turn language into weapons and collect the respect
Wordplay (Wordplay)
Hardcore lexicon
I don't write soft, I write war on the tongue
Leave the beat with scars, leave the weak ones stunned
When the wordplay hit, the whole cypher get done

I don't flex chains, I flex chains of command over language
Every verse a one-man band of assassins
Similes load like hollow tips
Comparisons rip through the fabric of the script
You rhyme about money? That's surface-level pain
I paint in blood imagery 'til the canvas can't faint
My flow's a street preacher with a blade in the Bible
Preachin' pure violence with the grammar of a rival

Double entendres stack like bodies in a trunk

Open the hatch and the whole room get dunked
In cold reality, I don't chase trends, I set traps
In the syntax, every pause is a calculated snap
You bring weak wordplay? That's a paper-thin shield
I fold it into origami and throw it back in the field
I'm the reason soft rappers start speakin' in whispers

My lines walk in like debt collectors with pistols

Wordplay
I don't talk, I dissect
Every line a scalpel, every bar a direct
Hit to the chest, no vest, no deflect
I turn language into weapons and collect the respect
Wordplay (Wordplay)
Hardcore lexicon
I don't write soft, I write war on the tongue
Leave the beat with scars, leave the weak ones stunned
When the wordplay hit, the whole cypher get done

Last verse, no mercy, no clean exit wound
I leave images twistin' like bodies on the moon
Gravity don't apply when the bars get this dense
Every line's a black hole pullin' weak rhymes in suspense

I don't need a beat to feel dangerous
Just a silent room and a mind that stays ravenous
Wordplay so sharp it cuts the air into ribbons
You try to reply and your whole thought process is missin'

I'm the final boss of the English language war
You come with toy soldiers, I come with pure verbal lore
Every punchline a tombstone, every scheme a eulogy
I bury soft lyricists under pure wordplay brutality

Wordplay (Wordplay)
Not a game (Not a game)
A crime scene (Crime scene)
Leave the mic smokin'
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