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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, step to the mic, I see your knees tremblin',
Verbal AK, syllables I'm assemblin'.
You talk big, but your words like a drizzle,
I'm the storm, every line make your ego sizzle.
I’m the chef, cookin' bars in a pressure pot,
You the dish left cold, what the chef forgot.
Humble pie served hot, take a slice, son,
When I spit, your future just became none.
[Prechorus]
You wanna roar, but your growl got no bite,
A shadow in my spotlight, vanish from sight.
[Chorus]
Step down, son, this ain't your throne,
Step down, son, your cover's blown.
Step down, son, can't fight the tone,
Step down, son, now die alone.
[Verse 2]
Your rhymes weak, soft as a tissue fold,
I spit molten truth, leave your spirit cold.
You’re a paperback, I'm the leather-bound tome,
Stay in your lane, this pen is my home.
Polite with the venom, but my sting still fatal,
Your bars preschool, mine postgraduate label.
Your lines limp, I’m a lyrical sprinter,
You just lost the race, better print the winner.
Details
GeneratedJul 19, 2025
Duration2:48
LanguageEnglish
Style
layered with eerie synths for tension, minimalist beats with sharp hi-hats and 808s, male vocals, hard-hitting, rap, fast-paced rap, aggressive
Credits
Prompt byCosmicGuru656
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Make a rap battle song (sing fast) telling the opponent to step down, diss the opponent politely but scary, humble then opponent until they are speechless, male, rap
