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Mind like a weapon, I load every sentence with pressure,

Pen got a temper, it sever contenders with measures,

They talk in decimals, I speak in exponential letters,

I bend every metaphor till meaning collapses in seconds.

I came from the bottom where silence was louder than sirens,

Dreams in the dark but my thoughts kept igniting the violence,

Not with the fist but the syllables slicing like science,

I dissect the beat, leave the rhythm in pieces like fragments.

I’m sick with it—syntax twisted, venomous diction,

Write bars like court cases, every line come with conviction,

They chase attention, I’m chasing perfection in vision,

While they rhyme for a moment, I’m building a legacy system.

I don’t rap fast just to flex, I accelerate pain,

Every word got weight, I’m bench-pressing stress in my brain,

Turn trauma to treasure, turn losses to leverage and gain,

I weather the storm then I reign—different pressure, same flame.