King of the Mic

[Verse 1]
They mumble through the static, I cut through like a blade
Auto-tune crutches, I’m Olympic-grade
Spit facts, no gimmicks, this the real parade
Every bar a bullet, their careers get sprayed
Fast-spoken rap—I'm a verbal Gatling gun
Lyrical tornado, leave 'em spun and done
Bitches flockin’ daily, they want a piece of the crown
But I’m married to the mic, I can’t let her down
[Chorus]
I’m the best alive, they just play pretend
Kings don’t kneel, peasants can’t contend
No pitch correction, just the pen I bend
I’m the alpha, omega, start to end
[Verse 2]
They autotune their heartbreak, I just break beats
Cooking up the truth, chef kiss, no cheats
Got the kind of flow that could drown these streets
They gas themselves up, I siphon their feats
My rhymes rawer than sushi, sharper than a knife
They talk tough, but I slice through their life
Bitches hit my line, "Can we vibe tonight?"
But I’m building empires, no time for a wife
[Pre-Chorus]
Bars heavy like bricks, stacking up the gold
They auto-tune dreams, I’m the truth they sold
Got receipts for my reign, I don’t fold

aggressive, rap, hard-hitting, 808-heavy, male vocals