[Intro-spoken] Im such a troll [verse] Big Emvee flow Consistently winning while all you rappers come and go Oh, you mad, bro You ain't headline You my son, and it's bedtime I show you how to put together punchlines It ain't working out, it ain't crunch time in Tokyo, they calling me Emvee-san Everywhere you go, they calling you Emvee son Left, right, uppercut, punchlines make 'em duck Write hooks, up the cut, platinum hits, trendsetter follow that I heard someone said I ain't been hot since Cruf season I beg to differ, turn to Cruf season They still tryna be me from Cruf season I'm still eating off my shit from Cruf season I'm the blueprint, carved in stone, no forgery, While The Pretender try to chase my trajectory. Bars hit heavy like a titan in the atmosphere, I bend soundwaves-he barely makes static clear. I'm the engine that revs when the city need motion, You the puddle in the road after last night's ocean. I don't chase crowns-they hover to me magnetic, You chase trends-your whole style anesthetic. I'm the loud thunder rollin' after silent skies, You the weak lightning flash that never crystallize. My pen carve galaxies-you scribble in the margin, I spark flames with a whisper—you need gasoline to start 'em. Every step I take resonate like drumline physics, You glitch like a broken file-my flow's logarithmic. I cast shadows on titans, I rewrite hieroglyphics, While you barely find rhythm in your own analytics. I'm the titan with the torch lighting kingdoms in the rain, Your pen dry-your notebook feel ashamed. Every metaphor I drop grow roots in the street, Yours crumble like sand underneath bare feet. I don't chase validation—it chase me automatic, Your whole aura glitchin', your cadence static. I'm the earthquake-reshapin' whole maps, You the aftershock no one bothers to track. [CHORUS - Anthem Hook / Sample-Style] (Imagine a chopped R&B vocal sample behind it) "Ruler... Ruler... Ruler..." (echoed) I been the one they feel before they hear my name. "Ruler... Ruler... Ruler..." Can't crown a copy when the real one came. EMVEE SENTINA — born to reign, not pretend, If they talk about the greatest, I'm the start AND the end. (adlibs: "top spot... locked in...") [Male Vocal-spoken] You honestly think u winning, u must be funny [CHORUS — Royal Echo reprise] [verse] You said you the best? That's a file I'd delete (trash) Your bars half-baked like cookies undercooked in the heat (soft) I step on beats smooth — barefoot on concrete (real) You step on beats wrong - both left feet (trip) [hook] [Outro] U can’t beat me on a bad day. Next

Big Emvee flow [Bedtime]