Ammo-God Mode

(Intro)

Look, I’m reloadin’ the vocab clip,

Hold back—nope, I fold maps with bold raps, cold facts,

Whole tracks collapse when I toe-tag scripts.

(Verse 1 – Machine-gun cadence)

I got ammo in the syllables, a literal, pivotal, vivid

rhythm I’m spittin’ so criminal, flippin’

the minimal limits to cynical critics—

You better listen, I’m whippin’ these writtens,

I’m in it, I’m livid, I'm finna diminish

the gimmicks, I’m sprintin’ like printers with ink drippin’,

think quick and you’ll blink missin’ half of the links

in the chain of my brain when it syncs with the beat—

it’s a heat-seeking streak of elite technique

that’ll leak through the street like a speech unleashed.

(Pre-Hook – Flow switch)

I don’t carry no metal—my ammo’s mental, essential,

it’s in the temple, sequential, torrential,

I’m influential when I pencil potential—

turn a gentle instrumental to a torrential eventful

monumental experimental existential crescendo.

(Hook – Rap God tone)

I’m stackin' ammo in my grammar, goin’ hammer with the stamina,

I damage panoramas with a flammable parameter.

I’m an animal—improbable, unstoppable phenomenon,

I'm on and on, atomic with the songs I’m droppin’,

Hyperventilatin’, detonatin’ every consonant—

call me the lyrical Rap-God-adjacent equivalent.

(Verse 2 – Ultra-fast section)

Let me get a little bit of venom in the rhythm when I hit ’em

with the minimum of syllables—I’m killin’ ’em, I’m in ’em,

and I'm drillin’ with adrenaline, I'm spillin’ every bit of it,

I'm pivotin’ and whippin’ it, I'm infinite with intellect—

interconnect the dialect, redirect the disrespect,

I dissect the mic check, I inject the high-tech

mindset, rhyme threat, time-stretch mindset.

I’m a pyro with a biro, spiralin’ like a gyro,

flyin' by your idle idols while I rise in a viral cycle—

I’m the rival of my shadow, battle patterns like a psycho,

every line I write’s a light show that ignites the night, bro.

(Bridge – Melodic switch)

All this ammo, all this pressure—

made a diamond outta lecture.

Every failure, every measure,

turned me into something fresher.

(Hook – Finale, stacked)

I’m stackin' ammo in my grammar, goin’ hammer with the stamina,

I damage panoramas with a flammable parameter.

I’m an animal—improbable, unstoppable phenomenon,

I’m on and on, atomic with the songs I’m droppin'.

Hyperventilatin’, detonatin’ every consonant—

call me the lyrical Rap-God-adjacent equivalent.