West Coast Rappa

I'm a killa, West Coast Rappa I spit fire like a dragon, hotter than lava. My words are weapons, sharper than a katana. Like a storm, I rise above the turbulence of life, my words striking lightning in the darkness. My flow's so hot, it melts the ice in my veins, each verse a hurricane that destroys all my pains. Spitting rhymes, I'm like a beast unchained, unleashing fury that leaves all MCs strained. Flowing like a river, I'm a force untamed, drowning all my haters, leaving them resrestrained Cruising down the street, my rhymes never restrained, spitting fire like a dragon, leaving mics burnt and maimed. My flow is an inferno, blazing like a comet in plain sight, igniting hearts and minds with every rhyme I ignite. My verses are venomous, injecting into your mind like a viper's bite, contaminating thoughts with each word I recite. I spit flames, leave beats ablaze, incinerating haters in a fiery maze I unleash rhymes, a sonic blaze, scorching through the mic with a verbal craze. I break through walls, with words ablaze, tearing down barriers with a lyrical maze. My rhymes slice like a razor blade, leaving competition in a daze We are like a hurricane, wreaking havoc on the game My words slice through bats like a scalpel, leaving the competition baffled flow like a river, never stagnant or feeble, leaving all in my wake feeling unequal. I'm the king of this game, my rhymes so lethal, leaving all these rappers in a state of upheavalt. My flows so cold, they freeze your soul, leaving all your doubts and fears in a black hole. Riding through the game, unstable and bold, My words hit like bullets, leaving haters in the cold. My bars are lethal, spitting fire like I'm breathing out gold. Gangsta flows sharp like a knife, slicing through haters like butter with my mic. I'm a Killa, West Coast Rappa