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Lyrics
[Verse]
Spittin' rhymes sharper than a bayonet, trust,
Enemies fall back, couldn't handle our thrust.
Poet's pen glows like a flamethrower blast,
Smokin' on that R J pack, we outlast.
[Verse 2]
Rolling through the verse like a tank in the brush,
Lyrical napalm, leave 'em all in a crush.
Courting danger like Charlie in the night,
My words like tracers, light up the fight.
[Chorus]
Droppin' bombs, lyrical napalm packs,
Egos get crushed in my poetic attacks.
Risin' from the jungles, guerrilla style,
Destroyin' rappers with Vietnam guile.
[Bridge]
Spotting fake emcees with infrared skill,
My poems assassinate, sharp kill.
Hear the roar of my metaphors' art,
Rifles fire verses, tearing them apart.
[Verse 3]
Radio silence when I start spittin' true,
Other rappers weak, Southerner comin’ through.
I'm a poetic sniper, aim steady, never miss,
Watch 'em fall, words cut sharper than a shiv.
[Verse 4]
Helicopter hover, boostin’ up the place,
Battles get fatal, watching ‘em erase.
Behind enemy lines, metaphors get wild,
Napalm poetry scorching, their styles caught defiled.
Details
GeneratedFeb 26, 2025
Duration1:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
dirty south rap, dirty south, gritty, hard-hitting, rap
Credits
Prompt by
Poet419
Poet419ModelAria v4
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
