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
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