[Intro]
In the pit where the mic’s a blade,
Cypher’s a coliseum, where legends get slayed.
[Verse 1]
Step in the ring, I’m the venomous viper,
Mic’s a machete, slicin’ frauds in the cypher,
Spit so rapid, leave your crew in a lather,
Bars hit like comets, watch your dreams catch a shatter.
I’m the warlord, crown me, I’m rulin’ the fray,
Rip through your rhymes, like a shark in a spray,
You’re a minnow, I’m Jaws, chompin’ flows in a flash,
Your weak-ass cadence gettin’ burned to ash.
Tongue’s a gatling, sprayin’ syllables precise,
Each word’s a jab, carvin’ holes in your ice,
Crowd’s roarin’ loud, as I bury your pride,
You’re a punchline, kid, I’m the landslide.
No pen, straight venom, I’m freestylin’ doom,
Your bars so dusty, they belong in a tomb,
I’m the architect of havoc, buildin’ pain in my booth,
Spit flames so quick, melt your chain and your tooth.
You’re stumblin’, mumblin’, chokin’ on my dust,
I’m the cyclone, turn your verses to rust,
This cypher’s my throne, and I’m claimin’ my trust,
Bow down, pretender, ‘fore your ego’s combust.
I’m the predator, feastin’ on your weak-ass dreams,
Rip the mic from your grip, hear the underground scream.
[Chorus]
Cypher’s my slaughter, I’m the king of the clash,
Bars cut deep, leave your rep in a gash,
No pause, just jaws, I’m the lyrical thrash,
Battle rap’s mine, watch your legacy crash.
[Verse 2]
Came from the shadows, where the mic was my spark,
Grew up with nothin’, just my rage in the dark,
Bullied for my rhymes, called a fool with no shine,
Now I’m back in the cypher, flippin’ pain into lines.
Every scar’s a verse, every wound’s a bar,
Carved my name in the game, now I’m raisin’ the scar,
You spit for the clout, I’m here for my soul,
My hunger’s a furnace, burnin’ you to a hole.
Mama raised a fighter, said to never back down,
Pops left early, but I’m holdin’ the crown,
Lost my best friend to a beef with no end,
Now his ghost’s in my pen, watch me make ‘em bend.
I’m the voice of the voiceless, spittin’ truth through the grit,
Every rhyme’s a rebellion, every bar’s a hit,
You’re a poser with props, I’m the realest to grip,
This cypher’s my church, and I’m preachin’ the script.
Took the hate, turned it fuel, now my fire’s untamed,
You’re a flicker, I’m a blaze, rewritin’ the game,
For the kids in the struggle, I’m ignitin’ the flame,
Battle rap’s my redemption, etch my name in the frame.
No fake in my veins, just the blood of a vet,
I’m the phoenix from the ashes, you ain’t seen me yet.
[Verse 3]
Mic’s a meat cleaver, I’m carvin’ your core,
Spit so vicious, leave your carcass on the floor,
Rhymes like a buzzsaw, shreddin’ flesh to the gristle,
Your flow’s so frail, it’s a target for my missile.
I’m the executioner, heads roll when I rap,
Bars like a guillotine, snappin’ necks in a snap,
Blood sprays the stage, as I butcher your verse,
Cypher’s a morgue, and I’m drivin’ the hearse.
Faster now, I’m a torrent, rippin’ tracks with a frenzy,
Words like a blitz, leave your crew in a tizzy,
Spit so rapid, make the mic catch a dizzy,
No mercy, I’m murkin’, turn your dreams to a sissy.
I’m the grim reaper, with a flow that’s a scythe,
Slice through your ego, leave no spark of your life,
Stage is a warzone, where I’m droppin’ the strife,
Your rhymes so weak, they’re a joke in my knife.
Crowd smells the slaughter, as I rip you to bits,
Bones in my bars, got your legacy split,
I’m the titan of terror, with a venomous wit,
Battle rap’s my arena, watch your name take a hit.
No shield for your soul, when my syllables strike,
I’m the storm in the cypher, you’re a spark on a bike,
This is death in the booth, where I’m claimin’ my spike,
You’re erased from the game, ‘cause your flow ain’t alike.