Listen.
Death in my DMs like “slide, I’ve been typing your fate”
I said “bet, but I’m late — I was sharpening lines at the gate”
He said “you running from pain,” I said “nah, I’m lacing my fate”
You carry weight? I bench-press depression for reps in my brain
He brought a scythe to the session, I brought a mic with aggression
He said “your life on the line,” I said “that’s my favorite possession”
See I’m addressing depression while death is pressing the issue
But pressing issues is printing — I made a headline to diss you
He tried to body my spirit — I body spirits with lyrics
That’s a double shot — now he seeing stars when I air it
He said “I’m coming for souls,” I said “I’m soul with the flow”
That’s So-lar — every bar light-years ahead of your glow
He whispered “end it,” I ended his sentence with pendants of punchlines
Threading the needle with lethal injection of one-liners sometimes
He said “you out of your mind,” I said “I rented it out”
Sublet the doubt — eviction notice was written in vowels
He said “your time ticking down,” I told him “watch how I clock you”
Punch after punch — sudden death when the ref gotta stop you
Overtime? I over-rhyme — line after line I align
Life on the edge but I edge every line with a spine
He tried to checkmate my chest — I castle the pressure
King me? I move in silence, that’s tactical effort
He said “I’m certain you tired,” I said “I tire iron beats”
Rotate the flow — now I’m wheeling the fire in streets
He said “you hanging by threads,” I threaded a scheme
Sewed up the wounds with a pattern you’ll never unweave
He said “you losing your grip,” I said “I grip with the pen”
Might draw blood metaphorically — ink spill again
He brought the reaper to reap — I reap what I sow
But I been sowing these seeds in the deepest of snow
Cold with the flow — froze him mid-approach
He tried to ghostwrite my ending — I haunted the ghost
He said “this battle your last,” I laughed at the phrasing
If life a game of survival, I’m mastering stages
He said “you flirting with fate,” I said “nah, we debating”
He thought he buried my drive — I drove through the pavement
He said “you don’t got the will,” I willed it in writing
Last testament testament — testing the titan
He said “you ready to die?” I said “ready to live”
But living reckless with records is negative spins
He tried to corner my thoughts — I thought in dimensions
Four sides to every story, I boxed his intentions
He said “you one breath away,” I said “breath control deadly”
Now every bar CPR — I revive what you bury
He swung low — I swung lower the tone
Bass in my voice make the grave feel at home
He said “I’m permanent,” I said “permanently wrong”
You can’t end a writer — I rewrite the song
He said “I’m death.”
I said “cool.”
But I’m the author of suspense —
And you just a plot twist I use.
fkthatbtch
