

Prompt / Lyrics
can somebody battle me please, šš¼ i think I rattled the feed, I made everyone afraid to speak, unbeaten on the beat, but the grill still lit, too afraid of the beef (vegetarian) shit, iām a butcher to sheep, shook up the opps, when I taught āem defeat, I welcome compāstomped, come n step up n see, just sign a waiver if u coming at me, I break down a bar on the beat, if I was me Iād be scared of me, if I was u Iād be scared to breathe, in my vicinity, pardon the reach, if I swing, make it sting when I pen, leaving beats in shreds, they playin pretend, I aim for the head, add a rep to the set, thatās how I gain my respect, donāt rap for the trend, I just talk to the dead. how I practice, is that rap? nah, itās mental gymnastics. itās a habitābreakin bad ima addict, flippinā semantics, stretch a scheme til it snaps, then I laugh while I patch it. aināt no gimmicks, Iām past itāthis passionās elastic, I bend dupes through loops, still landin it classic. flow acrobatic, syntax cinematic, every line stitched tightācall it verbal chromatics. no cap in my speech, no ghost in the attic, Iām the one who writes scripts⦠and flips the dramatics. I donāt ask for a crown, I just snatch it, made my name off pain and passion, no captions. rappers fold under pressure, I fold em in fractions, break down styles like equations, no distractions. I breathe in schemes, exhale out classics, every barās lacedāthis aināt luck, itās practice. so if you step, better prep for the heat, ācause I donāt just rap⦠I compete when I speak.
Tags
rap, trap, hip hop
2:43
No
7/22/2025