Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Came up out the clay, my pen weighed like a boulder,
Words sharper than blades, cuttin" cold, leave "em colder.
From "Grit in My Veins" to "Soul of the Streets,"
I turned pain into power, now they bow at my feet.
[Chorus]
From the mud to the crown, I rose from the struggle,
"Verses of Victory," I’m flexin" the muscle.
King of the chessboard, movin" these squares,
"Pawn To A Dawn," I’m the answer to prayers.
[Verse 2]
They doubted my grind, said the mud was my room,
But I penned "Throne of Triumph" and bloomed from the gloom.
Never played for the sideline, made my own game,
Now Poet"s the headline, they screamin" my name.
[Bridge]
Dark waters, deep roots, my foundation is stable,
No fables in "Legends Inscribed on this Table."
Checkmate with the pen, the crown’s my reward,
The blueprint written, I"m your overlord.
[Verse 3]
This ink ain"t for show, it"s the voice of the streets,
"Under The Moon," I was crafting my feats.
"Words From The Wasteland" inspired the climb,
They see the shine but don’t know the grime.
[Chorus]
From the mud to the crown, I rose from the struggle,
"Verses of Victory," I’m flexin" the muscle.
King of the chessboard, movin" these squares,
"Pawn To A Dawn," I’m the answer to prayers.
Style
heavy 808sdirty southrapgrittydirty south rap
Prompt
A hard-hitting dirty south rap about poet coming from the mud rising to the top utilize titles of songs I created and wrote mention poet is the king of the chess board
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419GeneratedMar 8, 2025
ModelAria v4
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