[Verse]
Thirteen, but the voice cut sharp like a saber,
Soft tone carry weight, grind hard for the paper.
Kinda deep, like trenches out in the wild sea,
Echo on the mic, they won’t ever silence me.
[Verse 2]
In a clash with the world, gloves off, bare fists,
Dreams wrapped in barbed wire, dog bite risks.
Sweat drips, adrenaline, heartbeats pound,
Thirteen but I rumble, quake underground.
[Chorus]
Stare down the barrel, I won’t blink, no flinch,
Grip tight on the mic, fist clenched.
Voice loud, a hurricane storm in my chest,
Thirteen but the force got 'em calling me the best.
[Bridge]
Every crack in my pitch got a story embedded,
Trials on my tongue, words sharp-edged shredded.
Soft but I pierce, deep tone fill the abyss,
Carve my name in the air every time I spit like this.
[Verse 3]
Competitions crumble, I don’t need permission,
Thirteen on the reel, but my bars cut precision.
Voice echo heavy, ring through the halls,
They feel the weight, the fire, even when it’s soft calls.
[Outro]
Mic drop in the end, silence heavy like boulders,
Voice rings immortal while the heat still smolders.
Thirteen years young, but the grind ain’t tame,
Soft yet deep, cement my place in the game.