[Free me] [Verse 1: The Silencing] They shelved the prophet, locked the gospel in a coffin, Said "snuff out a flame," but I rose like arson, Told me, “Sabotage the soul, or we clip your wings,” So I ghosted, turned exile into guillotine. Offered Judas bread, I threw it back with mold, Rather starve in truth than feast with a heart that’s sold. Now they pressin’ panic like a broken vinyl track, ‘Cause the quiet kid came back with a spine full of axe. Don’t confuse silence with compliance—nah, that’s a trap, I was chiseled in the dark like a Pharaoh’s epitaph. Y’all built a tomb to hold me, now it echoes with regret, You ain’t shelved me—you just pressed “reset.” --- [Verse 2: beat drops rapid fire – Euphrate the Monster] Leaked a single, now they spin it like a DJ on coke, Didn’t even drop a hook, and still, the net went broke. That’s Euphrate the Monster—a baptism in flame, The river ran red, and y’all still played games. Two years with no stage, just pain in a cage, Now every verse I spit? Feel like turnin’ the page. Y’all thought I flatlined, but I was breathing in bass, Training like a monk while y’all were tweeting in place. Every word a molotov, lit with divine intention, Wrote my verses in braille, so even blind men feel the tension. This ain’t beef—it’s a warning, a prequel to decay, This tracks the monster’s back, don’t turn your back Y’all better pray. [Verse 3: The Unleashing] You're Free the Monster—nah, You free the monster, I ain't rappin', I’m draggin' corpses outta genre. Syllables split atoms, I pen verses in CERN, Got a million megatons tucked inside every word. I been pacing in shadows, rehearsing my kill shot, You been placin' your bets—I been sharpenin' guillotine plots. Blood on my bars, fingerprints of the divine, I’m the ghost in the booth, and I’m haunting your prime. Label it a thought, I don’t die quiet—nah, I’m a storm in a vault, Tried to chain Prometheus, now the flame’s your fault. Every stream is a scream, every beat is a blade, You ain't signed a star—you just signed a crusade. [Outro spoken, ominous] “Don’t call it a comeback… You called it war.” I'd rather die than ride the wave I'm my own ride or die, thats why they call me Rydie "This is war forged in straight fire"