(Verse-Versatile intricate trap rap)
Made my way to the top, took a minute.
What I seen
I seen in between what was locked
Heard em talk in code
What is that. What’s the plot
Fight for a lane, no throne
Petty shots
I popped
Took shots at a legend. Got rocked
Told me take a minute. Look back. Don’t pop
We all damaged
Taken for the loot. But Some manage
Gotta take time to observe who really took damage
Adjust the aim
Than bust at the handlers
Clipping the wires don’t be a lil puppet
Forge your sword in the dark
Than cut through imagery. Who care if you’re nothing.
The hell with fame
Less knowledge more heart
(Hook-ride beat)
Top floor, no minute— I’m gone
Code cracked, plot flipped—now it’s on
Petty lanes, legends fade—I’m the storm
Cut the strings, forge the blade—heart reborn
No fame chase, just flame—watch me burn
Less talk, more spark—let ’em learn
(Repeat the last line twice—first full voice, then half-whispered over a hi-hat stutter. Drops right back into the verse like “boom.”)
(Verse two-ride the beat versatile double time rap)
Left the puppets—cut the cord, no regret
They scrape for scraps, I storm straight to the set
Handlers lurk behind screens, strings tight like a noose
But I’m ghost in the grid—aim true, no excuse
Damage? That’s theirs—I’m the backlash they fear
Built the cage themselves, now it’s cracking right here
Every shot’s a spark—target fixed on the crown
Not the climbers below—let ‘em rise, not drown
They hiss “stay low,” I grin, spit in their face
Double-time truth: I’m the glitch they can’t erase
Controllers choke when the code turns against ’em
Blade in the shadow—slash deep, no redemption
No chains, no leash—just smoke from the spark
Rise from the mud, leave ‘em blind in the dark
Aiming high—handlers fall, puppets stall
Truth’s my clip—watch the real ones stand tall
(Bridge- slow it way down—beat strips to just keys and a distant 808 pulse, voice half-whispered, building tension like you’re about to snap)
Wait… they still think they own the game
Strings in my skin, but the pull’s gone lame
One glitch—boom—system overloads
I’m not the system… I’m the code they can’t decode
(Pre-Chorus-hi-hats creep back in, snare ticks double-time—voice rises, aggressive)
Feel the wires snap, feel the cage shake
Handlers flinch—yeah, they know what’s at stake
No more puppets, no more fake praise
I’m the storm—watch the whole board blaze
(Chorus-full drop—bass slams, synths swell, layered vocals for that anthemic hook)
Top floor, no minute—skrrt, I’m gone
Code cracked, plot flipped—now it’s on
Petty lanes, legends fade—I’m the storm
Cut the strings, forge the blade—heart reborn
No fame chase, just flame—watch me burn
Less talk, more spark—let ’em learn
(Outro-beat fades to glitchy echoes—vocal chops repeat “burn… burn…” over static, then a single heartbeat thump)
Let ’em learn…
Let ’em burn…
(whispers)
No throne… no chains…
Just flame…
(beat cuts—dead silence, then faint “skrrt” like tires peeling out)
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