Yeah

Words cut deep, sharper than steel,

Truth in my pen, everything real.

Climb through the smoke, crown what I build,

I’m best with the ink, that’s how I feel.

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I’m the ghost in the margins, a prophet with margins,

they bargain with jargon but stumble on stardom /

I’m carvin’ the carbon, my heart is the garden /

I plant every line, let it grow through the hardship /

pardon the talk, I’m a spark in the dark /

I embark on the art, make a mark on the charts /

every bar double loaded, coded with darts /

overthrow kings with a flick when it starts /

I’m heir to the craft, breath air from the past /

I’m Cole with the soul, every note gonna last /

metaphors stack like bricks on the mast /

sail through storms while you sinkin’ too fast /

(inhale quick, keep running)

I’m rhymes with a reason, designs of the season /

align with the thesis, rewind and repeat it /

I’m bleedin’ these speeches, the ink is my weakness /

but strength in the flow, so the crowd gonna keep it /

I’m lethal with syllables, miracles literal /

my visuals biblical, pivotal, lyrical /

critics been cynical, livin’ through intervals /

still I’m invincible, lines indivisible /

I’m the best with the scripture, paint with a picture /

every page weaponized, mind is a fixture /

stitchin’ up history, symphonies mixture /

breathless, restless, essence of vigor.

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Words cut deep, sharper than steel,

Truth in my pen, everything real.

Climb through the smoke, crown what I build,

I’m best with the ink, that’s how I feel.

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Rappin’ like indictments, lightin’ up horizons /

mics ignite when I write, no silence /

time been a tyrant, I fight with alignment /

bars been a climate, storm in refinement /

speak with a tongue that split in two meanings /

double up schemes while the crowd still fiendin’ /

runnin’ through lines like I’m bleedin’ through ceilings /

best with the pen ‘cause the pen got feelings /

(back-to-back flow)

Breath for a second then I push in a spiral /

rhymes been my bible, my rivals denial /

style in a vial, I’m viral with trial /

survival recital, my lines homicidal /

ink in the page and it’s floodin’ the globe /

weight on my shoulders but still I unload /

every bar coded, my mode overload /

truth in the chamber, I’m lockin’ the ode /

I’m chosen, devoted, the moment is mine /

they frozen, corroded, eroded with time /

composin’ explosions with motions that climb /

I’m the best with the letters, I weapon the rhyme.

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Words cut deep, sharper than steel,

Truth in my pen, everything real.

Climb through the smoke, crown what I build,

I’m best with the ink, that’s how I feel.