Click clack, my ink pen cocked back, ready to spray
Tactical notes, turning battlefields to D-Day
Lines deploy like stealth drones, creeping through the haze Every bar a landmine, you step wrong, it’s graves Got a notepad, blueprint for your demise
Every word a bullet, precision, I improvise
Your weak rhymes? Paper planes, folding mid-flight My syntax, missile strikes—ignite the night Heavy artillery in syllables, break ya barricade Napalm verses scorch ya, watch your shadows fade Pen bleeds atomic, Hiroshima in my phrases A dirty south assassin, erasing all these faces the war is written Ink’s the weapon, no forgetting Battlefield of words, I’m spitting
My pen tip’s a bayonet, slicing through your squadron Grenade verbs explode, leaving casualties forgotten Tactical flow, my rhyme book’s the war plan Send troops of metaphors, they march and expand.Bars camouflage, ambush like guerrillas in the mist.Your weak shots ricochet; my targets never missed Cipher’s a battlefield, trenches dug with my cadence Sniping weak syllables, leave your ego in the basement
Click-clack pow!yeah, pen game atomic Flow nuclear fission, spitting hot shit, chronic Got the tactical advantage, see my mind, panoramic You basic, boy,I'm organic weaponized prose, heavy artillery, the most Ghost. Uh, they don't want war, they just talk it I script the raw, then I walk it.Click-clack, Pow! Pen explode Verbal warfare, ain't no code Click-clack, Pow! Lyrical load Tactical pen, takin' the road.This ain't rap, it's strategic demolition
Each verse, a calculated position.Got you pinned, call it lyrical submission.My ink bleedin', your defeat I'm leadin'.The notebook my war room, paper the terrain I reign From the South, where the beats bang.Words sharp, slice like a blade, fang
Click-clack boom! the sound of your doom sang No escape, prepare for the flame
Click-clack rat-a-tat-tat yeah, pen game atomic
Flow nuclear fission, spitting hot shit, chronic
Got the tactical advantage, see my mind, panoramic
You basic, boy, I'm organic
weaponized prose, heavy artillery, the most
Ghost..Uh, they don't want war, they just talk it
I script the raw, then I walk it
Click-clack, Pow! Pen explodes
Verbal warfare, ain't no code
Click-clack, Pow! Lyrical load
Tactical pen, takin' the road
This ain't rap, it's strategic demolition
Each verse, a calculated position
Got you pinned, call it lyrical submission
My ink bleedin', your defeat I'm leadin'
The notebook my war room, paper the terrain
I reign From the South, where the beats bang
Words sharp, slice like a blade, fang
Click-clack pow, the sound of your doom sang
No escape, prepare for the flame
Click-clack rat-a-tat-tat, yeah, pen game atomic
Flow nuclear fission, spitting hot shit, chronic
Got the tactical advantage, see my mind, panoramic
You basic, boy, I'm organic
weaponized prose, heavy artillery, the most
Ghost Uh, y'all want war, here's the smoke inhale poet's tactical Penmanship
Poet419
