Lyrics
[Verse]
Speakin' napalm packs, lyrical bombs fallin'
Enemies duck when the mic starts callin'
Tet Offensive, words sharp like shrapnel
Rappers play soldiers, get dismantled.
[Chorus]
Rolling thunder, spit flows like artillery
Enemies crumble under lyrical mastery
Helicopter blades spin, bringin' the blast
Rhyme guerrilla, these bars ain't meant to last.
[Verse 2]
Poet smokin' R J packs in the trench
Verses hit harder than a Claymore fence
Charlie in the trees, but I'm napalm ready
Stompin' through the jungle, machete steady.
[Chorus]
Rolling thunder, spit flows like artillery
Enemies crumble under lyrical mastery
Helicopter blades spin, bringin' the blast
Rhyme guerrilla, these bars ain't meant to last.
[Verse 3]
Dust off the mic, lyrical M16
Rattlin' off bars, rapid-fire machine
Incoming heat, ain't no bunker can save
Under my verse, whole battalions laid.
[Chorus]
Rolling thunder, spit flows like artillery
Enemies crumble under lyrical mastery
Helicopter blades spin, bringin' the blast
Rhyme guerrilla, these bars ain't meant to last.
Style
rapdirty southdirty south raphard-hittinggritty
Prompt
A hard-hitting dirty south rap about poet smoking r j packs dropping lyricaly bombs like napalm packs utilize poet dissing other rappers using Vietnam enemy words and military equipment from Vietnam
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419GeneratedFeb 26, 2025
ModelAria v4
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