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[Verse]
Nosebleeds a myth, I was top of the hill,
Steady grind, my hood taught me the drill.
Streets whisper secrets, I'm fluent in codes,
A Sudoku puzzle, life’s crossroads unfold.
[Verse 2]
Hands dirtied in numbers, arithmetic scars,
Dreams shining bright, counting cash under stars.
Stack 'em like blocks, Jenga with the grind,
Lost some pieces, but I’m sharper with time.
[Chorus]
Numbers game, flipping scripts with precision,
Calculated moves, my only mission.
Hood mathematician, never lose sight,
Equations solved in the dead of the night.
[Verse 3]
My flow geometric, angles and planes,
Circles small, only real ones remain.
No fiction, my diction cuts sharp as a blade,
Authentic fabric, no stitch here is frayed.
[Bridge]
Fingers trace the skyline, plotting the map,
Blueprints drawn from the city's cold lap.
Every step, every number, every calculated spin,
I'm the sum of my hood, let the calculus begin.
[Chorus]
Numbers game, flipping scripts with precision,
Calculated moves, my only mission.
Hood mathematician, never lose sight,
Equations solved in the dead of the night.
Details
GeneratedJun 21, 2025
Duration2:41
LanguageEnglish
Style
smooth flow, male vocals, smooth, rap, hip-hop
Credits
Prompt by
BloodDiamondVortex45
BloodDiamondVortex45ModelAria v4
Prompt
Nose bleed section was never me, i was in the hilltops in my hood, what's good let me show you its a numbers game like sudokoo. Rap with smooth transitions showcasing true tallent and authenticity,Rap
