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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up
Neck snap
Head bagging in the mirror, yeah, I’m back
Old scars, new tats
Same fire in the chest like a flashback
Used to bow my head, now I raise that
Pressure on my name, I embrace that
All the doubt that they fed, I erase that
Laid flat, on the mat?
Then I came back (came back)
[Chorus]
This is prime time, head bagging till it breaks
Reawakening the old me they tried to replace
I was running from the mirror, now I stare it in the face
This is prime time
This is my space
This is prime time, fists up, feel the rage
Every setback that I took turned page
If you’re looking for the old me, I tore out that cage
This is prime time
This is my stage (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Flashbulb memory, nights in the gutter
Cold sweat, teeth grit, hands all cluttered
Told me “pipe down,” voice got smothered
Now I rise from the ash, steel in the stutter
I remember every laugh, every side-eye
Every “you ain’t built for the high rise”
Now they watch from the cheap seats, wide-eyed
While I climb, while I climb (yeah I climb)
[Chorus]
This is prime time, head bagging till it breaks
Reawakening the old me they tried to replace
I was running from the mirror, now I stare it in the face
This is prime time
This is my space
This is prime time, fists up, feel the rage
Every setback that I took turned page
If you’re looking for the old me, I tore out that cage
This is prime time
This is my stage
[Bridge]
Heart like a war drum, louder
Old me buried in the powder
Dig deep, grab the crown, get prouder
Say my name, say it louder (louder)
[Chorus]
This is prime time, head bagging till it breaks
Reawakening the old me they tried to replace
I was running from the mirror, now I stare it in the face
This is prime time
This is my space
This is prime time, fists up, feel the rage
Every setback that I took turned page
If you’re looking for the old me, I tore out that cage
This is prime time
This is my stage (prime time)
Details
GeneratedJan 21, 2026
Duration2:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive rap-rock hybrid with distorted guitars locked to a hard trap groove, male vocals. Verses tight and percussive with doubled rap lines and stuttered ad-libs; chorus explodes with shouted gang vocals, power chords, and a halftime slam. Brief breakdown in the bridge with filtered drums, then full-band drop for the final hook, all mixed for arena-scale impact., rock
Credits
Prompt bySolarNote178
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Head bagging, rap, rock, reawakening the old me, prime time
