Bow Down

(Verse 1)
I ain't just the king, I'm the pantheon,
Titan with the mic, got 'em chantin' on,
Snap like Thanos, hand is gone,
Turn a man to sand, call it Babylon.
I spit like a gat when the barrel spin,
Leave ‘em shook like a Vatican heretic,
Holy with it, but blasphemous arrogance,
Came from the dirt, now the throne is my heritage.
God mode, no cheat code, beast mode, reload,
Three foes each fold, heat flows, debo,
Ego peak goes beast-o, reach those,
Speakin’ in a key so deep, got your feet froze.
Cuttin’ through the game like a guillotine,
Kill a king, syllables drillin’ ‘em into a vivid dream,
Did it clean, wicked as Niccolò in a hidden scheme,
Lyrical fentanyl—one hit, make ‘em hit the lean.
(Chorus)
Bow down, bitch, you ain't fuckin' with a god,
Talkin’ like you fire, I just snuff you like a fraud,
Everything I touch is gettin’ crushed beneath my squad,
Put the planet in my palm, motherfucker, I'm in charge!
(Verse 2)
I ain't takin' no breaks, I ain't makin' mistakes,
I erase all your fakes, put a blade in your face,
Like a razor misplaced in a cage with an ape,
When the rage get embraced, it's a fatal embrace.
Got ‘em lookin’ up like they prayin’ to heaven,
But I rain down fire, turn a saint to a peasant,
Every bar cut deep, leave a vein in a crescent,
Make ‘em see the bigger picture like a frame in a reverend.
I’m a goddamn lion in a land of sheep,
Feast on a beat, leave famine in the streets,
Gamble with me? That’s a hand you retreat,
Like a paraplegic, you can’t stand in my reach.
I flex like I deadlift continents,
Dominance, every syllable’s a monument,
Confident, I could son God, leave the fatherless,
And still be the GOAT when I'm rottin’ in sarcophagus.
(Chorus)
Bow down, bitch, you ain't fuckin' with a god,
Talkin’ like you fire, I just snuff you like a fraud,
Everything I touch is gettin’ crushed beneath my squad,
Put the planet in my palm, motherfucker, I'm in charge!
(Verse 3)
I ain't even warmed up, this is light work,
Rap like a Glock, click-clack, make your mind burst,
Ride in a hearse if you tryin’ to clash,
I’m the reaper with a scalpel, put a knife in your verse.
Finesse every bar like a heist with a curse,
You ain't rappin’ like this? Better type up a nurse,
Life is a bitch, and I might do her worse,
Make her bleed on the track, leave her writin’ in spurts.
Yeah, I'm levels above, you ain’t steppin’ enough,
If you testin’ my buzz, you get left in the dust,
I’m a legend, a judge, bringin’ death to you scrubs,
When I step in the club, even heaven erupts!
(Outro)
Bow down, bitch, yeah, I'm speakin' from the throne,
Every word is law, I decree it, set in stone,
Ain't nobody near me, I don't even need a clone,
Motherfucker, I'm immortal—better carve it in my bones!

Aggressive, raw, boom bap, 90's Hip hop, gangsta rap, fast male vocals, deep bass, 808, vinyl scratching, New York vibe