Chain Reaction

(Verse 1)
Yo, clock's tickin', wick's burnin', fuse is lit, com'on!
See the smoke signal, hear the call, the rhyme's a bomb, com'on!
You been warned, door's locked, boarded up, fortified,
Still I'm breachin', reachin', speech's fire, mortified? Nah!
I’m the glitch in the matrix, the static in the system,
Twistin' the narrative, makin' your existence a schism.
You claimin' king? More like a pawn, a jester, joke's on you,
While I'm constructin' castles, bitch, buildin' from the residue.
(Chorus)
Com'on! Step into the ring, feel the sting, hear the beat drop.
Com'on! Think you got the flow, a glock? Nah, you a cheap knock-off.
Com'on! Let the venom spill, the lyrical kill, the track bleed.
Com'on! Admit you're feelin' ill, by the skill, plantin' the seed.
This ain’t a game, it's a chain reaction, watch it unfold,
Your fragile ego, your fake elation, gettin' bought and sold.
(Verse 2)
They wanted sugar-coated lies, a pill to swallow easy,
I gave 'em raw truth, a bitter breeze, now they're feelin' queasy.
Com'on! They said I'd fall off, fade away, be irrelevant,
But I'm still rappin' circles, 'round these frail, hesitant...
Emcees, wanna be me, but lack the grit, the drive,
They copy the facade, they can't survive, this lyrical strive.
I’m a diamond in the rough, a force of nature untamed,
So come test your luck, get maimed, you'll be eternally shamed.
(Chorus)
Com'on! Step into the ring, feel the sting, hear the beat drop.
Com'on! Think you got the flow, a glock? Nah, you a cheap knock-off.
Com'on! Let the venom spill, the lyrical kill, the track bleed.
Com'on! Admit you're feelin' ill, by the skill, plantin' the seed.
This ain’t a game, it's a chain reaction, watch it unfold,
Your fragile ego, your fake elation, gettin' bought and sold.
(Bridge)
Yeah, I hear the whispers, the doubts, the backstabbin' sneers,
Fuel to the fire, ignitin' my fears, turnin' them to cheers.
Com'on! Try to break me, try to mold me, try to control,
I'll shatter your perceptions, rip apart your soul... total
Annihilation, no hesitation, I am the master of fate,
You're just a pawn in this sick creation, sealed by your hate.
(Chorus)
Com'on! Step into the ring, feel the sting, hear the beat drop.
Com'on! Think you got the flow, a glock? Nah, you a cheap knock-off.
Com'on! Let the venom spill, the lyrical kill, the track bleed.
Com'on! Admit you're feelin' ill, by the skill, plantin' the seed.
This ain’t a game, it's a chain reaction, watch it unfold,
Your fragile ego, your fake elation, gettin' bought and sold.
(Outro)
Sold! Sold! Reduced to nothin', a memory, a ghost.
Com'on! Recognize the flow, bow down, be the host...
To the lyrical plague, the rage, the uncontained fire!
Com'on! The name is... (beat fades out with a distorted scream).

rap, hip hop, male