[Intro – Spoken, distorted voice]
Click-clack, trigger pull, no suppressor—
Words hit harder than a Smith & Wesson.
Rapid fires, no silence, no shame—
Verbal bullets straight to the brain.
[Verse 1 – Fast Flow]
Loadin' up rhymes like an M16,
Click in the clip, let the syllables scream.
No safety on, my mind’s obscene,
Each line cut deep like a guillotine.
Talkin’ slick? Better watch your tone,
I split bars fast like a cellular phone.
Heartbeats sync with the metronome,
While my demons dance in a danger zone.
I don’t blink, I don’t breathe,
Words hit harder than brass knuckled teeth.
Syllables sharp like ninja stars,
Sprayin’ truth from mental scars.
Yo, I spit truth with a warhead twist,
Whole crowd shook when I clench my fist.
Rapid fires from a verbal abyss,
Reload quick—ain’t nothin’ I missed.
[Chorus – Mid-tempo, chant style]
Rapid fires, click-clack-boom!
Every word I drop lights up the room.
Rapid fires, no place to hide,
Truth got teeth and I’m dead inside.
Rapid fires, tongue like a blade,
No retreat when a beast gets made.
Rapid fires, better run quick,
When I spit heat, the beat gets sick.
[Verse 2 – Double-time Flow]
Poppin' off like a semi-auto,
Bars so hot like they sippin' on Nado.
I don’t pause, I don’t go slow,
Got more heat than a volcano flow.
Every syllable’s a bullet with a destiny,
Every rhyme’s got a criminal recipe.
Mind like a chamber, spin that revolver,
Snap like a cobra, venom dissolve ya.
Trigger-happy with a twisted tongue,
Verse like a curse and a loaded gun.
Red dot aim on a beat so vicious,
I make legends look like dishes.
Truth uncensored, raw, unfiltered,
Rhymes like acid—skin gets blistered.
No apologies, no soft attire,
Just raw rage in these Rapid Fires.
[Chorus – Chanted w/ layered vocals]
Rapid fires, click-clack-boom!
Every word I drop lights up the room.
Rapid fires, no place to hide,
Truth got teeth and I’m dead inside.
Rapid fires, tongue like a blade,
No retreat when a beast gets made.
Rapid fires, better run quick,
When I spit heat, the beat gets sick.
[Bridge – Slow, dark, whispered delivery]
They talk loud, but they speak in fiction,
I speak facts, incision precision.
Every scar got a story, every breath a war,
I'm the echo of chaos you can't ignore...
[Verse 3 – Final Firestorm Verse]
Boom bap? Nah, this a new age slaughter,
My flow go harder than holy water.
Blessed by pain, baptized in stress,
Came out swingin’ in a bulletproof vest.
This ain’t rap, it’s combat—
Lyrical soldier with a backpack gat.
Ammunition’s made of past regrets,
Spit them out like nicotine threats.
Voice box loaded, no choke, no jam,
Verbs like blades, nouns go blam.
Punchlines heavy like a sledgehammer swing,
Each rhyme crack like a bee sting.
So when I go off, take cover, run,
I’m the storm in a world that fears the sun.
Rapid fires, till my lungs expire,
And I burn this mic in a funeral pyre.
[Chorus – Final round, shouted layered delivery]
Rapid fires, click-clack-boom!
Every word I drop lights up the room.
Eliah_Jay
