[Verse]
Believe this, I spit my lyrical thesis,
Freestyle Jesus, flipping flows like telekinesis.
Resurrecting the game, I'm the phoenix in the flame,
Catalyst for change, no clone, no same.
Spit raw, no Novocain, no numbing the vein,
My bars cut deep, sharper than a surgeonβs blade.
In the pocket steady, heavy, like a freight train,
Never derail, no bail, I maintain.
[Chorus]
Lyrical thesis, this my thesis,
Bringing it back, no cap, no pieces.
Resurrecting the sound, no releases,
Raw truth, no excuses, believe this.
[Verse 2]
Game's gone soft, now I'm back with the grit,
Punchlines hit harder than a heavyweight's fist.
No scripts, just rips, the flow stays equipped,
Mic's my sword, and the pen's my accomplice.
From the cracks in the concrete, I rise and spit,
Every line's a seed, every rhyme's legit.
Rooted in the culture, I stand, I commit,
Never watered down, raw essence, I transmit.
[Chorus]
Lyrical thesis, this my thesis,
Bringing it back, no cap, no pieces.
Resurrecting the sound, no releases,
Raw truth, no excuses, believe this.