Claims

[lo-fi beat 16 bars](No percussion,cool and calm, slowly building intensity)

[Nintendocore beat starts w/percussion for 16 bars](intensity keeps building until final beat)

Absconding, grabbing a little bit of fame

Responding, to any fucken thing they claim

Absolving, any tarnishes made to my name

Resolving, to kill any mothafucken

Shame

Yea,fuck pacing I'm racing racing

Mistaken got hydraulic legs

Shit, lacing,got you spacing

Traced back to these bars I slay

Elevating, never hesitating when I drop these flames

Calculating, every syllable that I arrange

Navigating, through the static and the background noise

Demonstrating, that my voice don't cut - it just destroys

Yeah, no faking when I'm breaking through the ceiling now

Undertaking every challenge that they're dealing out

Shit's amazing, how I weave between the beats so clean

Pages blazing, with the stories that you've never seen

Underground but overground my flow's transcendent

Mind's dependent on the spacing, on the way I breathe

Interlacing melodies that make the speakers bleed

Never pleading, just proceeding with the fire I feed

Bittersweet like poison honey dripping from my tongue

Every word I spit is loaded like a smoking gun

Ethereal but visceral, that's how I paint the scene

Living in the space between the real and the dream

Absconding, grabbing a little bit of fame

Responding, to any fucken thing they claim

Absolving, any tarnishes made to my name

Resolving, to kill any mothafucken

Shame

Yea,fuck pacing I'm racing racing

Mistaken got hydraulic legs

Shit, lacing,got you spacing

Traced back to these bars I slay