Laced and shit faced

I’ve been in this rap game —gyrated 
Emitting heat with a fire cadence 
Droppin’ dollars on that chump change
Laundry mat motha fuckas wanna parley — nah
Pocket lint talk, washed up — that’s a hard fade

Bar heavy — blade ready — carve veins in the concrete
Talk slick — get zipped — toe tag in a heartbeat
Y’all tough — till it’s up — then it’s “wait, let me fall back”
I press — they regress — turn ghosts when I call that

I don’t parley… I parlay pressure
Small bets turn monumental measures
Storm-bred, I adapt to weather
Y’all break — I don’t bend — I sever

What you call it? Lyrical composition
I call it survival with a sharper vision
Every bar got intent, every scar’s precision
Every line like a blade with a dark incision

I don’t fold — I explode — leave your soul in the cold
Stackin’ bars — stackin’ scars — watch my story unfold

Look — I been that problem since day one
Headstrong — dead calm when I say somethin
They talk big — don’t live what they claim from it
Till I show up in person — now they play dumb
Mind race — no brakes — I accelerate pace
Y’all basic — I lace it — elevate, separate lanes
They hate it — can’t trace it — I ventilate brains
Every bar detonate — leave residue stains

Laundry mat flows — spin cycles
Y’all rinse-repeat — I rewrite titles
Clean face — but the grit still primal
No lane fits — so I split survival

I’ve — been — in — this — rap — game
Still treat it like a blood stain
Can’t wash what I done made


Slash through your mind — venom drip when I rhyme — never slip — better hide
I’m alive in the night, get inside, let it rot — let it rise — let it ride
Coffin cadence — كلام laced in the bars, no saving
Dark thoughts pacing, jaw locked, no praying
Twist quick — split wigs — misfit with a sick gift
Flip scripts — big rips — I don’t miss, I dismantle the district

Dead weight — levitate — headspace never safe
Red mist — ventilate — breath break — separate
Chest cave — resonate — press play — detonate
Best case? — y’all erased

I don’t fold — I explode — leave your soul in the cold
Stackin’ bars — stackin’ scars — watch my story unfol
No parley — just silence when I step in
Cold stare — no air where you restin’
Heartbeat sync with the tension
Y’all talk — I end it

Dark piano / eerie bell + heavy 808s, 140 BPM, rap, metalcore, male