Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Step in the ring, sky split Lightning in my lungs when I spit Olympus on my wrist like a timepiece Every bar drop heavy like a shrine piece War paint drip, that divine sheen Halo crooked, still my crown clean Storm in my chest, that primal tone Every god in the room lookin’ over they throne [Chorus] This a battle of the gods, who you pray to? (hey!) When the ground start crackin’ under day two If you rise, better rise like a monsoon If you fall, you gon’ fall by your own doom This a battle of the gods, what you stand on? Turn a myth to a name they can’t ban on If you swing, better swing ‘til your hands gone If you speak, better speak like you stand dawn [Verse 2] I don’t need wings, I ascend still Stare down fear till it stand still Tattooed scripts on my veins glow Every vein hold lore that you can’t know Sun in my chest, moon in my jaw Night in my eyes, rewrite law You bring smoke, I bring whole storms New age titan in war form [Chorus] This a battle of the gods, who you pray to? (woah) When the sky turn red on the breakthrough If you run, better run with your fate too If you stay, better stay ‘til it make you This a battle of the gods, what you stand on? Turn a word to a wave you can’t land on If you bleed, let it bleed ‘til the fear’s gone If you live, better live like you’re hands-on [Bridge] I don’t bow, I don’t flinch, I don’t fold, nah Every scar on my soul is a gold bar Every doubt that you cast is a torch lit I was born in the clash, I absorb hits (yeah) [Chorus] This a battle of the gods, who you pray to? When your name on the wall, will it stay blue? If you rise, better rise like a monsoon If you fall, you gon’ fall by your own doom This a battle of the gods, what you stand on? (hey!) Turn a myth to a name they can’t ban on If you swing, better swing ‘til your hands gone If you speak, better speak like you stand dawn
Tags
rap, Aggressive electro-rap cypher: distorted synth stabs, squelchy bass, and a halftime stomp that flips to double-time in the hook. Male vocals, pitched-down ad-libs, glitchy vocal chops between lines. Verses ride a tight, syncopated pocket; chorus explodes with stacked gang shouts and widened sidechain synths. Brief middle breakdown drops to sub and hi-hats before final chorus slams back bigger., electro
Duration
2:29
Instrumental
No
Created
1/23/2026