Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [needle scratch, crowd chatter] Four twenty on the clock, what’s up (lighter flick) little spark, then we lift it up Whole room tilt when the smoke get thick I’m that cartoon villain with the big green twist (ha!) [Verse 1] Hit that bong, that glass go *blonk* Big lungs, big laugh, brain pong ping-pong Underground hoodie with the eyes all red But the bars stay sharp like I’m wired instead You a snack-size rapper, I’m a full-course munch Chew your whole crew like a midday lunch Got a bubble in my chest, then the bassline thump Every word heavy like a ten-ton dump You flex online, I flex in the cypher You type tough love, I’m a live-wire writer Turn your whole verse into background noise Just a ringtone loop for the big smoke boys (hey!) [Chorus] Four twenty, hit that bong, let it breathe Big clouds bounce when I weave, when I weave (woah) If you step in my lane, better leave ‘Cause I smoke that weed and I smoke MCs Four twenty, hit that bong, let it breathe Cartoon brain, but the flow too deep If you step in my lane, better leave ‘Cause I smoke that weed and I smoke MCs (yeah) [Verse 2] I don’t mumble, I mutter dark jokes While I juggle three blunts and your fragile ego You the type need filters on every upload I’m the glitch in the frame, break the whole damn code Got a sugar-rush jump with a hardcore snap Kinda cute on the face, but I bite on the track I’m the Saturday slap with the late-night bite Rainbow shoes, black lungs, appetite for a fight You chase clicks, I chase that light-head spin Write mean little poems on your pride and skin Every “uh” that you drop get sliced to confetti While I scribble in the smoke, heavy-handed, petty (ha!) [Chorus] Four twenty, hit that bong, let it breathe Big clouds bounce when I weave, when I weave If you step in my lane, better leave ‘Cause I smoke that weed and I smoke MCs Four twenty, hit that bong, let it breathe Cartoon brain, but the flow too deep If you step in my lane, better leave ‘Cause I smoke that weed and I smoke MCs (yeah, yeah) [Bridge] [rapid cuts, rewind] Who want next? Who talk tough when the room all dense? I just grin with the cherry all bright Let the green turn the whole pit light, then— [Chorus] Four twenty, hit that bong, let it breathe Big clouds bounce when I weave, when I weave If you step in my lane, better leave ‘Cause I smoke that weed and I smoke MCs Four twenty, hit that bong, let it breathe Cartoon brain, but the flow too deep If you step in my lane, better leave ‘Cause I smoke that weed and I smoke MCs (smoke MCs)
Tags
rap, Cartoonish underground cypher energy over bubblegum bass and glitchy noise bursts; upbeat boom-bap bounce with sharp turntable cuts and arcade FX. Verses ride a tight, deep-pocket male vocal flow, stacking internal rhymes and battle bars; hook explodes with gang shouts, stutters, and pitch-shifted ad-libs. Sparse synth hits in the verses, wide detuned leads in the chorus, subby low end gluing it all together., tone, bounce, deep flow, turntablism, underground rap, noise, freestyle, hardcore
Duration
2:42
Instrumental
No
Created
4/17/2026