(Intro – whispered/rasped)
Yeah… I got venom on the beat, but my voice won’t scream…
Still the music’s in my bones like a midnight dream…
(Verse 1)
I grew up on guitars like they’re weapons in a war,
Double kicks hittin’ chests, leave you rattlin’ the floor.
Wind Walkers in my headphones, heart ready to soar,
But when I try to scream back—man, my throat gets sore.
I want breakdowns that shake whole realities,
Slipknot rage, nine souls in brutality.
But it’s only me, one mic, one mentality,
Tryna turn my pain into some sonic immortality.
Bad Wolves howl—yeah, I feel that hunger,
I wanna make stages quake, feel the thunder.
But my style ain’t the same, I just wonder,
Can a rapper bring the fire like a metal band’s drummer?
(Pre-Chorus)
They tell me “stay in your lane,”
But I’m swervin’—no brakes, just flame.
Music’s carved in my veins,
I’ll make my own world from the pain.
(Chorus — melodic rap/sung)
I’m too rap to be metal, too metal to be rap,
Tryna fuse both worlds but they won’t overlap.
This is my sound, I ain’t holdin’ it back,
If I don’t fit the mold, then I’ll break the whole map.
Yeah I’m caught in-between but I’m still here loud,
I don’t scream like them but I’ll make ‘em proud.
My voice, my choice — turn the volume up now,
‘Cause I’ll die for this music and I’ll never back down.
(Verse 2)
ICP taught me not to care what you think,
Underground king with a hatchet in the ink.
NERV gives me chills, every lyric makes me sink,
Into oceans of emotion where the darkness is my drink.
This ain’t a game—this heart beats triplet time,
Blast beats and punchlines in infinite rhyme.
You can cage a throat, but you can’t cage a mind,
I’mma carve out my spot ‘til my name shines in lights.
I’m—
Not your cookie cutter carbon clone,
Got no radio tone, no perfect voice to own.
But passion’s my throne, I’m building my zone,
Turn my story into steel, make the struggle feel known.
(Breakdown – half-growls, half-rap)
If I can’t scream — then I’ll bleed on the mic!
If I can’t roar — then I’ll fight with what’s right!
Turn the doubts in my brain into dynamite,
‘Til I blow up the world with the sound of my life!
(Chorus)
I’m too rap to be metal, too metal to be rap,
Tryna fuse both worlds but they won’t overlap.
This is my sound, I ain’t holdin’ it back,
If I don’t fit the mold, then I’ll break the whole map.
Yeah I’m caught in-between but I’m still here loud,
I don’t scream like them but I’ll make ‘em proud.
My voice, my choice — turn the volume up now,
‘Cause I’ll die for this music and I’ll never back down.
(Outro)
A heart full of riffs, a mind full of bars,
If I can’t scream loud — then I’ll still reach the stars.
This love for the sound is what made me who I am,
A misfit musician—still carving my brand…
GSX8R
