No Cap

Truth on my tongue, razorblade slick,

Cut through the chatter, no gimmicks, no tricks.

Concrete jungle, I’m Tarzan with the swing,

Chains clink heavy, but my freedom still sing.

Pockets got lint, but my soul stay plush,

Words paint murals, no need for a brush.

They whisper in the dark, but I roar in the light,

Night owl vision, see the prey take flight.

No cap, no filter, no lies,

All facts, I’m the truth in disguise.

No cap, no ceiling, we rise,

Straight talk, watch the fake vaporize.

Pen like a sword, I be fencing with fate,

Dodging cheap shots while they stack their plate.

Egos inflated, helium vibes,

I keep it grounded, soil under my strides.

Mic in my hand, feel the earth rotate,

Spit til the cosmos can’t hold my weight.

Fake flex, counterfeit threads unravel,

While I blueprint paths on the road less traveled.

Crown tilted, it’s a balancing act,

Spit molten, volcano impact.

Chasing clout? Nah, I chase the sun,

Legacy carved before my race is run.