Pen sharper, cut throats like a guillotine
Droppin' bars so hot, melt the whole scene
Opps scattered, duckin' under smoke streams
I'm the fire breather, you just blowing weak dreams
Lyrical land mines, step and you gone
Poet's Plottin' from the shadows, ghostwrite in the zone
Dropped one at two hundred and seventy five thousand plays and climbing that’s my throne
Factory of hits, stack tracks 'til they moan
Fast and furious, my verses like a drag race
Opps looking tired, I’m spitting in a mad pace
Collabs on deck, leave the booth in a quake
Blueprint bender, got the skills no one can fake
Click-clack with the rhyme schemes, artillery packed
Poet's Wordplay so sick, got y’all calling a medic stat
My words spread like a virus in the deepest cracks
Dropping bars like dollars, my pockets where it lands at
Pen on fire, ink dripping lava on the scroll,
Opps looking shook, like they seen the reaper's goals.
A storm in the booth, hurricane words flow,
Million-dollar bars, watch your empire fold
Droppin’ lyrical bombs a poet with a vendetta,
Opps duckin’ below, my rhymes sharp as Berettas.
Fast, furious, each bar racing with a purpose,
Two hundred and seventy five thousand plays and climbing on one drop, keep ‘em all nervous.
Never miss a beat, my syllables chop bricks,
Every ghostwritten verse got ‘em clutchin’ crucifix.
Collaborations stacking, armies with the scripts,
They only throwin’ pebbles, I'm eruptin’ with riffs.
Paralyzed rivals, poet caught ‘em in their tracks,
Each bar spit sharp with a diamond axe.
Playlist full of bodies, they can’t climb back,
Dirty South heat, turn their ceilings to cracks.
Polygraph the mic, can’t fake what I spill,
Truth in my lines? Could build an upheaval still.
Droppin' A-bombs, setting fire to the hills, poet ghost writes reasons to recalibrate wills.
Opposition crumble, crumble like stale cake
I’m the baker, cooking flows no one could imitate
Ink spilling fury, notebooks combust
Leave a paper trail of destruction, eternal rust poet leaves minds combust
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