War you can’t finish

Yo, I step up to the mic, I’m standin’ tall in the fuckin booth,  
They spit in my direction, try to tarnish my fuckin truth.  
I lace every line with  fuckin venom and force, no bluff,  
They throw shade in the gap, but I’m the one who’s tough.

[Verse 1]  
I’m the fuckin target of a verse that’s supposed to break me,  
But you a bitch and I flip the script, disrupt the noise, reset the frequency.  
They bark in the background, I sharpen every fuckin syllable,  
Cut through their echoes like I’m blasting through a syllable.

[Pre-Chorus]  
Empty threats, empty nets, they fishing for fame,  
But I reel them in with fuckin precision, call out their name.  
Every bar I spit is a mirror to their lies,  
I glare back at the cowardice with a battle-tested eyes.

[Chorus]  
They dissed me? Listen Motherfucker, you think you’re clever,  
I’ll rise through the fuckin storm, I’ll last forever.  
Your arrows miss, I’m armored in rumor and rhyme,  
Turning your vows to dust, I’m still here, prime.

[Verse 2]  
You want a war? I’m a veteran in the art,  
You a fuckin bitch and I’m the dart in the cart, I’ll still hit your heart.  
I’m the thunder in the basement, the echo in the hall,  
You can spit your venom blunt, but I’m standing tall.

[Bridge]  
Listen here you fuckin cunt you said I’m nothing, I’m still the headline,  
I’m the finished product, you’re a draft in the fuckin denial, bottom line.  
Every jab you throw just fuels my ascent,  
I’m the oxygen in the room, while you’re left with the vents.

[Verse 3]  
I bend the beat, I don’t break under the weight,  
I translate your hate into energy I cultivate.  
Your diss is a spark, mine is a fuse that explodes,  
I own the chorus, while your credibility erodes.

[Chorus]  
They dissed me? Listen Motherfucker, you think you’re clever,  
I’ll rise through the fuckin storm, I’ll last forever.  
Your arrows miss, I’m armored in rumor and rhyme,  
Turning your vows to dust, I’m still here, prime.

[Outro]  
So keep your motherfuckin weak bars and your empty bravado,  
I’ll keep crafting verses that crush your fuckin shadow.  
When the dust settles, the crowd knows my name,  
I’m the flame in the booth, they remember the flame.

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