Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Venom bath Cut through the chatter Suffer, ouchie Laugh, then it shatters (hah) [Verse 1] Yeah, I grew up where the floor ain’t flat Mind like a parallelepiped, warped like that Angles off, but the volume stay exact They measure my pain, but they can’t weigh that Glock talk echo from the neighbor’s porch Kids play tag by the yellow tape torch Mama boil rice, same pot, same scorch I’m praying with a question mark, bent like a fork Taught to duck first, then discuss peace Taught to clench jaw, then distrust ease Teacher said “square up, fit in this sheet” But I’m tilted, twisted, still plant seeds (yeah) [Chorus] Venom in my veins, but I turned it into letters Bite marks on my soul, every bar a little better Bath in the hurt, let it bubble, let it rise Parallelepiped mind, see the world from crooked sides Cut deep, I bleed, but I still stand clever Glock 45 in the story, not forever Suffer in the dark, then I walk out fresher Parallelepiped heart, bending pressure into treasure (woah) [Verse 2] Ouchie on the ego, stitch it with a slogan Scrolling through a timeline of people looking frozen They flex metal, but it’s plastic in the open Fear in a holster, safety still broken I seen homie trade books for a quick flex Thought he needed street props, got a big X Marked on his back, now he live like a reflex Flinch at a tire pop, trauma on his text I don’t glorify the spark, I decode it Every bullet got a budget, someone wrote it Follow cash, find the trigger, that’s the motive They sell us pain, I return it as a poem (yeah, talk to ‘em) [Chorus] Venom in my veins, but I turned it into letters Bite marks on my soul, every bar a little better Bath in the hurt, let it bubble, let it rise Parallelepiped mind, see the world from crooked sides Cut deep, I bleed, but I still stand clever Glock 45 in the story, not forever Suffer in the dark, then I walk out fresher Parallelepiped heart, bending pressure into treasure (oh yeah) [Bridge] Is this fate, or a foreign policy? Is this rage, or a product on a screen? Am I broken, or built for velocity? Sharp edges still reflect what I dream [Chorus] Venom in my veins, but I turned it into letters Bite marks on my soul, every bar a little better Bath in the hurt, let it bubble, let it rise Parallelepiped mind, see the world from crooked sides Cut deep, I bleed, but I still stand clever Glock 45 in the story, not forever Suffer in the dark, then I walk out fresher Parallelepiped heart, bending pressure into treasure (yeah)
Tags
rap, Dusty boom-bap drums with a warped jazz sample and deep sub-bass, male vocals in an urgent, clear pocket; hook lifts with stacked call-and-response ad-libs and filtered choir pads. Verses stay sparse around the voice, switch-ups on the drum pattern for emphasis, final chorus adds subtle tape echo and widening delays for a psychedelic conscious-rap climax., male vocals
Duration
2:52
Instrumental
No
Created
3/24/2026