Yo, quick word of advice, I been nice, been tight with these rhymes, but if I need to clarify, I won’t be surprised, so listen close to what I say when I write, a death note to my foes so please, read between the lines
breathe in the pressure, I pen with precision, I speak with aggression, I step with intention, lessons embedded in stress and depression, I stretch every sentence, dissect every message.
they flex for attention, I question the mention, I’m next with a vengeance, a threat to conventions. I etched out a legend in lead from the trenches, while they just pretend for a trend in a sentence. I been the type to go silent and study, while they chase hype, I refine in the muddy, they want likes, I want timeless and bloody. every wound in a line, every line getting ugly. I don’t play roles or fake for reactions, I shape flows like waves in collapse and
take souls from a page full of captions
and bury these beats with a flame full of ashes.
don’t mistake this for a phase, it’s a purge when I write, if I said it, then I meant it, every word is a knife. I don’t rap for the thrill, I’m just curvin the hype, read between the lines, feel the burn in yo eyes. diss is the proof in a pattern, this is yo frame that i shattered, that calm in the storm when the page makes you nervous, I don’t aim to be perfect, I just aim to resurface, what they hide in the dark, I arrange into verses. tighten the tempo, I’m twistin the text, triplet flows like I’m skippin a step, spittin in code with a glitch in my breath, I been sick in the soul but I stitch every death. stackin the syllables, packin the intervals, clashin with minimal slack, I’m invincible, passin the cynical mask to the miserable, crashin they pinnacle, facts are admissible. look-. I don’t bow, I break through,
never found peace in a fake move, never been sweet, never chase views, I just breathe deep, let the paint bloom. they stay glued to a script they don’t live, I stay true, every line gon’ give,
what the silence said when the vibe went dim, I don’t try to win, I just write and spin. like gears in a lock that they never could pick, I don’t talk a lot, I just sever with wit, I’m a paradox. I’m forever and quick, like a storm in a thought that’ll level your ship.
don’t mistake this for a phase, it’s a purge when I write, if I said it, then I meant it, every word is a knife. I don’t rap for the thrill, I’m just curvin’ the hype, read between the lines, feel the burn in yo eyes. This is pain in a pattern, this is rage with a purpose, this is calm in the storm when the page makes you nervous, I don’t aim to be perfect, I just aim to resurface. what they hide in the dark, I arrange into verses.
so if I aim at u , know I ain’t missin, I left fingerprints in the ink ur dismissin, my ghost lives in the rhythm you’re listening, each bar’s a blade that was born from the friction. proofread yo tales that u write in these fictions. and label it “eh” think u need more attention.
MIXEY
