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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
Details
GeneratedJan 23, 2026
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
MusicLord
MusicLordModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, electro battle of the Gods
