Ironie Lungs

Hook:
Iron lungs, spittin’ smoke in the rain,
Every bar’s a weapon, every word’s insane.
Flow so slick, like oil in the veins,
Method to the madness, breakin’ these chains.

Verse 1:
Silky with the rhythm, I glide on the beat,
Words hit heavy, knock you outta your seat.
Shadowbox the silence, dance with the flow,
Every rhyme’s a puzzle, every verse is a show.

Verse 2:
Twist metaphors like a Rubik’s cube,
Slick with the pen, got a point to prove.
Wu in my spirit, Shaolin in my soul,
Every syllable’s gold, every story unfolds.

Verse 3:
Smoke in my chest, but my mind stay clear,
Legend in the making, let me make that clear.
From the gutter to the stage, I was born to perform,
Iron lungs in my chest, I weather the storm.

Hook:
Iron lungs, spittin’ smoke in the rain,
Every bar’s a weapon, every word’s insane.
Flow so slick, like oil in the veins,
Method to the madness, breakin’ these chains.

Outro:
When the beat fades out and the crowd goes wild,
Iron lungs, Method style.

90s East Coast, düsterer Boom Bap, harter Bass, Mobb Deep-Vibe, Straßenpoesie