Hony En

I mix the beat with amber — thick and slow,
In the jar it shines like the East hidden below.
Drop in some X — reptilian secret code,
Success comes flying faster than any reply on the road.
I’m high — like scales gleaming in the dark,
Like the world’s at my feet, like I’ve found the spark.
Every step — a breakthrough, every move — manifesto,
I walk into any locked human quest, no presto.
Sweet heat in my chest, like I’m already a legend,
Everyone screams “go!”, like I’m their brand new weapon.
But inside there’s a hiss, a faint chilly thread —
Every “quick rise” is a delicate lead.
Honey, magic honey — plus the secret ingredient,
Million-dollar lift, but the bill is one hundred percent.
Honey, magic honey — it’s a fake element,
King for an hour… then a lifetime cement.
I get it all — the formula’s plain,
Sweetness for the mind is a soft rein.
You feel like a god, like you’re outside the grid,
But really you’re just someone’s experiment, kid.
Reptilian X pumps the pulse, makes it race,
Gives the illusion: “you’re the chosen, the ace”.
Business, fame, the stage — it all falls apart,
Your body sends the invoice straight to the heart.
Every “win” is a painted throne,
Every next step — thinner ice under your own.
You shine bright like a flawless emerald stone,
But inside the process has already begun its own.
Honey, magic honey — plus the secret ingredient,
Million-dollar lift, but the bill is one hundred percent.
Honey, magic honey — it’s a fake element,
King for an hour… then a lifetime cement.
Listen close, inhabitant of planet Earth,
This “sweet success” is not your worth.
All that X additive — pure mirage,
It doesn’t build you — it removes your garage.
I never recommend this route,
Looks gorgeous at launch — but the path is short.
Honey with X — quick flashy effect,
The end is the same — minus intellect.
You won’t get stronger from chemical lies,
Real upgrade comes from what’s burning inside.
Sweet shine is a trick, a clever ploy,
True success is the long, slow climb, boy.
Final chorus (harder):
Honey, magic honey — plus the secret ingredient,
Yeah, you’ll soar for an hour — but lose the moment.
Honey, magic honey — temporary front,
It gives you wings…
to switch your brain off.

rap, hip hop, stan, aggressiv hip hop, male