banger
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•4 months ago
(Verse 1) I step up to the mic, ready to ignite With that banger, I'ma bring the heat, ignite the night Sweaty palms, I grip the mic tight 59 BPM, slow and steady, I'ma take flight I'm the lyrical assassin, flow so precise Every word I spit, gonna mesmerize No need for intro or outro, just straight rhymes In this 16-bar verse, I'ma redefine (Verse 2) I'ma hit you hard, no time to rest With that banger, I put your skills to the test Sweat drippin' down my face, no time to jest 59 BPM, the rhythm that I manifest I bring the fire, like a burning desire My words cut deep, like a razor-wire No need for bridge or chorus, just pure fire In these 16 bars, I'll make you admire (Verse 3) I'm in the zone, my flow so insane With that banger, I'ma leave a lasting stain Sweat pouring down, but I won't complain 59 BPM, this beat keeps me sane I'm the king of the mic, no need for a crown I spit hot fire, leaving tracks burnt to the ground No intro, outro, bridge, or chorus, just profound In this 16-bar verse, I hold the crown Note: The lyrics provided are for creative purposes only and may not adhere to specific song structures or musical preferences.
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(Verse 1) I step up to the mic, ready to ignite With that banger, I'ma bring the heat, ignite the night Sweaty palms, I grip the mic tight 59 BPM, slow and steady, I'ma take flight I'm the lyrical assassin, flow so precise Every word I spit, gonna mesmerize No need for intro or outro, just straight rhymes In this 16-bar verse, I'ma redefine (Verse 2) I'ma hit you hard, no time to rest With that banger, I put your skills to the test Sweat drippin' down my face, no time to jest 59 BPM, the rhythm that I manifest I bring the fire, like a burning desire My words cut deep, like a razor-wire No need for bridge or chorus, just pure fire In these 16 bars, I'll make you admire (Verse 3) I'm in the zone, my flow so insane With that banger, I'ma leave a lasting stain Sweat pouring down, but I won't complain 59 BPM, this beat keeps me sane I'm the king of the mic, no need for a crown I spit hot fire, leaving tracks burnt to the ground No intro, outro, bridge, or chorus, just profound In this 16-bar verse, I hold the crown Note: The lyrics provided are for creative purposes only and may not adhere to specific song structures or musical preferences.
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