Strings Verse 1: I'm pulling strings like a puppeteer Making moves, you can't interfere Got the crowd screaming, they all cheer I'm the one they all wanna hear My rhymes are like strings, they never break I tie 'em up and make 'em shake My flow is sick, it's hard to fake You better step back, for goodness sake I'm playing with fire, but I won't get burned My skills are sharp, they can't be unlearned I'm the master of this game, I've earned My place at the top, it's my turn Verse 2: I'm weaving words like a spider web My rhymes are tight, they never ebb I'm the one they all wanna be, instead Of just sitting back, watching me get ahead My beats are like strings, they never fray I'm the one they all wanna play I'm the king of this game, I slay Every time I step up, I make 'em pay I'm the real deal, I'm not a fake.