Prompt / Lyrics
Blame it on the rain, I don’t give a fuck. You not my opponent, You target practice — line ’em up. Money is money — whoever get it, get it. Almost don’t count — just horseshoes and grenades with it. Pot call kettle black — funny how that script flipped. **Only the Armor of God can defend this shit.** Everything else break easy — glass grip. Spirit-forged steel — Heaven-lit — Sword of Truth swing — cut clean — one hit. I dropped the mic long ago — no hype. Cats not my type — I’m the written — before pens had sight. Run ’em, done ’em, did ’em, done. Mo’ fire — spit flames for fun. Ready — set — go — run. You just started — I been won. My fire burn sun — Lyrics light as feathers but the **weight weigh ton.** Breathe smooth — strike sudden — outcome: **All you can Lee Chun** — Hands quick — light foot — spin kick — game on. Arcade heartbeat — combo long-run. Tokens in my lungs — I BEEN won. Moon Eclipse — Panther fist — Black dawn. No puff combs — no beef — move calm. Respect the line — read my speak — stay strong. Rhymes written 713 BC — Long before “history” tried to teach me. Man stand ten toes — but who really see? No more jumping brooms — We breaking tombs — walls — rooms. America sharecropping souls — If you paying tax — you pruning crops for Rome. CHILD PLEASE. BOY STOP. Badu lady by the bus stop — Sweep pain off the floor — Wet Floor Sign. Mop. We brothers — where pops? If they stole land — how crops? Martin seen mountaintops. Cyclops lens drop — Ethiops. Peppermint Schnapps — memory thaw. Bars make sense where prisons pause — Freedom is law. Pupil precision — lyric incision — Ask the doctor doctor — to who? I chat with GPT — burn booth — recut — redo. Catalog decades — 100 proof truth. Mona Lisa eyes — I am the frame — you the view. Satchel Paige — I am the book — turn the page. Bars be prisons — but my words unlock gates. Princeton study wave — Lincoln came late. Tilla Sonrise — Google me — link faith. I don’t burn bridges — I might need the way. And I hear the enemy: **HE HA — DAMIAN** **HE HA — DAMIAN** **HE HA — DAMIAN** **HE HA — DAMIAN** How I’m named after an omen? Still born to open. AM 13 — frequency golden. Step wrong — ticket spoken. See you in the morning — doors open. Trying to be a legend — pencil edging — shadow coating. Not man — not god — it’s the **spark** that keeps floating. Sun showing — Son glowing — overloading. Mad love for Malcolm — But I ain’t tryna get shot quoting. Vengeance free — but vengeance ain’t enough. Irony rough — they numb your sense to handcuff love. Took your wife and kids — heart erupt — Still I choose **Light** — when life cuts rough. We are the instruments. We are the science. Every moment matters in the end — Silence is defiance. Tilla Sonrise peace
Tags
1993 trap music, 1950s soul, 2020 Hip Hop
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
11/7/2025