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.