Prompt / Lyrics
This is what they heard at the walls before it fell to my drawls Lawd said I got ’em on call, He said “listen, the city’ll fall” Warning shots I said seven times, it’s a paradigm And I’ll blow that trumpet like the end times — —run it— I don’t yell for the room, I compress it Every bar bend space, feel the tension You confuse being loud with aggressive I’m aggressive in thought, that’s a weapon I been starving my ego, feeding the craft You been chasing reactions, bleeding the act Every smile you post got a leak in the mask I don’t break character, I break the glass I rap like I’m late on rent with a thesis Tongue got calluses, teeth marks in the cadence I don’t reach for a crown, I erase it Then watch everybody argue who vacant Momentum elastic, I snap in the pocket The beat try to breathe, I choke it unconscious I don’t surf the wave, I rock it Till the coastlines redraw where the borders was plotted You rap like you want me to like it I rap like I’m done being patient Every line land sharp, no typing Just pressure-point jabs in the placement I been counting my wins with a frown ‘Cause the losses still live in the sound You hear hunger, I hear the countdown When the room get quiet, I’m loud Cadence keep folding, origami aggression Bars overlap like I’m dodging the question You chase a moment, I weaponize seconds Turn five into four into none, that’s compression This ain’t pain porn, this is focus This the look of somebody that noticed Every system allergic to truth when it’s potent I don’t shake tables, I tilt ‘em and expose it You perform for approval, I audit behavior Watch who switch pace when I enter the radius I don’t need threats, my silence is dangerous They feel me coming like shifts in the latitude I’m not dark ‘cause it’s trendy or marketable I’m dark ‘cause I seen how the margins get carved into Every “bro” turn competitor comfortable Until the score move and the love get conditional Warning shots wasn’t noise, it was punctuation A comma before the capitulation If the city collapse, that’s accumulation Of every lie y’all called motivation I don’t ask for the lane, I take traction Trauma turned into fine-tuned reactions I don’t snap out of rage, I ration it Feed it rhythm and keep it in fractions Seven times wasn’t ritual hype It was muscle memory built from the fight I don’t blow trumpets, I bend the light Till the end look close and the fear feel right No choir, no savior, no halo, no pose Just breath in the booth and a foot on the throat Of complacent-ass comfort that y’all call growth I said what they heard— now deal with the echo. This is what they heard at the walls before it fell to my drawls Lawd said I got ’em on call, He said “listen, the city’ll fall” Warning shots I said seven times, it’s a paradigm And I’ll blow that trumpet like the end times
Tags
Viral rap, rap, cinematic, orchestral, choir, male
Duration
3:11
Instrumental
No
Created
12/27/2025