Pen loaded, my bars out the chamber burst
Throw punches on the beat, leave ‘em deep in the dirt Opps talking big, but their hearts full of thirst
They ride in reverse while my pen stay immersed
Lyrical bombs drop, blow their spot to smithereens
Ghostwriter, shadow king, painting vivid scenes
stacked up off a single dream
Collabs like grenades, tearing through their weak routines
Pen moves swift, hurricane in the ink,
Ghostwriting specter, words sharper than you think.
Opps playing checkers, but I'm three chess steps,
Dropped a track at setting at 275 thousand plays and climbing, now who flex best?
Droppin'lyrical A-Bombs, bomb after bomb, y'all can’t outrun the blast,
Fast and furious, lyrics hit, leave 'em aghast.
Poet with the heart, carving bars like a knife,
Every track a landmine, it’s my lyrical life.
Collaborate and conquer, verses heavy artillery,
Vault full of tracks, y’all ain’t touching my machinery.
Opps runnin' scared, they caught in my tornado,
My rhymes spawn storms, game’s El Niño Fuego.
Bomb after bomb, y'all can’t outrun the blast,
Fast and furious, lyrics hit, leave 'em aghast.
Poet with the heart, carving bars like a knife,
Every track a landmine, it’s my lyrical life.
Fishing with hooks, they choke on every line I spit,
Ghost in the shells, I'm the phantom never quit.
Pushing pens with fire, hotter than Hades' core,
Flood the scene, took it all, enemies still want more.
Songs stack high, call 'em skyscraper hits,
Legacies written, my ink thrives and never quits.
Opps stutter steps, lost in my syllabic maze,
While I keep the torch lit, set the whole block ablaze.
Flash floods of flows, drowning out your crew
Fast and furious, my pen doing donuts on you
Snakes in the grass, I see them slither through
Hold the mic up high, testament to what I do
Ain’t no rest, got another track in play
Can’t match the pace, I bleed bars every day
Opps stuck in limbo, words lead them astray
I’m the poet with the torch, setting the heavens ablaze too short said it eazy does it
Lyrical bombs drop, blow their spot to smithereens
Ghostwriter, shadow king, painting vivid scenes stacked up off a single dream
Collabs like grenades, tearing through their weak routines
Cry to their mama when the beat hits their soul
Half a verse in, already losing control
Lines infinite, unroll, let the thunder roll
They static shock weak—buzz, my lightning steals the spotlight,opps dis like can't match my skills poet is to elusive, conclusive ,opps dislusive l l cool j said it if you thank you can out ryme me boy I bet poet perfected it ..I ain't met a mother fucker who could do that yet..
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