They said I’d break…

But pressure never broke me.

It built a weapon.

One you ain’t ready for.

Y’all claim y’all want this beef — [hope you like it raw]

‘Cause when I hit the mic — [I bite with law]

Write with awe — [strike and maul]

Fake wack rappers? [I smite the fraud]

I’ve had hardships and heart breaks, [dark pits and got played]

Sharp slips and lost faith, [took starships just to stargaze]

An amount of drugs that’d scare Scarface, [held more grass than yard stakes]

From star-blazed to straight trips, [seen hard days — I’ve faced shit]

Faces snake pits with straight grit, [but I place hits when that bass hits]

They try to imitate flames — [but I innovate]

Illuminate lames [and incinerate]

Only ill minds know the likes of heat,

Real-time bruisers losing nights of sleep.

Never seen drive-bys that light the street,

‘Cause ignorant minds strike with teeth.

Innocents die trying to fight for peace,

The insolence hide trying to snipe the weak.

Just impotent times for vigilante minds,

This is militant lines for legitimate times.

Walked through hell’s gates, had set the pace,

Had self-debates on death’s embrace.

Every step I take still test my faith,

But I’ve pressed by hate and kept my grace.

This is pain turned to power, [power] — no mask, no script.

Every scar I’ve got still bleeds when I spit — [when I spit, when I spit].

I don’t rap for the charts or the fake respect — [fake respect].

I spit war from my soul — raw with intent — [intent… intent].

Let ‘em talk, let ‘em flex — I’ve been past regret.

Made peace with the dark — I ain’t cracked just yet — [not yet].

You want bars? This is pain with a threat —

Every line I drop is a blade to the neck — [to the neck, to the neck].

You imitate storms — [I innovate raps]

You scribble weak bars — [I illustrate facts]

You featherweight types just decorate rhymes,

Guess desperate measures call for desperate times.

Benevolent spirit, but a venomous creed,

Intelligent lyrics with menacing speed.

I’ve been stabbed by friends, [bled slow from trust]

Built walls from the lies that they shaped as love.

They want bars? I bring war in syllables,

Crush bones through the flow — every word is critical.

I don’t rhyme for the charts, [I rhyme for me]

In the nights my mind would starve for sleep.

This is fights with myself in the dead of night,

They wasn’t ready for this form — so they fled on sight.

Kings fall silent while pawns erased,

You stuck in the squares — I’m mauling the base.

Got my eyes on your chick — she’s looking this way,

Better check her quick ‘fore I’m feeling on her breast.

I’m gunnin’ for kings on the scene when I scope your set,

Jumping all over your queen if you don’t protect.

I step to the board with a monster’s strength,

I’m cutting through knights with a pawn’s intent.

I don’t stall moves — I evolve and vent,

Like bishops in war — [I cross with death].

This is pain turned to power, [power] — no mask, no script — [no mask].

Every scar I’ve got still bleeds when I spit — [still bleeds].

I don’t rap for the charts or the fake respect,

I spit war from my soul — raw with intent — [raw with intent].

Let ‘em talk, let ‘em flex — I’ve been past regret.

Made peace with the dark — I ain’t cracked just yet — [not yet].

You want bars? This is pain with a threat —

Every line I drop is a blade to the neck — [to the neck, to the neck…].

Don’t mistake hunger for weakness.

Don’t confuse silence for fear.

The real war’s fought inside the mind —

Where ghosts whisper loud… and demons grind.

Pain don’t show — but it’s never gone.

I carry it heavy. I carry it strong.

This fire won’t stop till the ground is wet…

And I’m the last one standing when they all forget.