(Verse 1) I step up to the mic, feel the heat, feel the fire Flow so sick, you can call me the Messiah I'm the king of the game, they all admire Got that 50 Cent style, I never tire My beats hit hard, like a knockout punch I'm the real deal, they can't even crunch BPM at 145, I'm setting the pace Spitting rhymes so fast, no one can keep up the chase I'm a lyrical genius, words dripping like gold Every line I drop, a story unfolds They try to imitate, but they can't compete I'm the one and only, the rap game's elite (Verse 2) I ride the beat like a pro, smooth and slick Every word I spit, it's like a magic trick They say I'm too cold, but I'm just getting started I'm the heavyweight champ, they all end up outsmarted BPM at 145, it's the perfect groove I makeqaa heads nod, make bodies move I bring the heat, the fire in my veins I'm untouchable, they can't break my chains I stay on top, like a king on his throne My rhymes cut deep, like a sharpened stone I'm the real deal, no one can defeat When it comes to rap, I'm the one they all greet. Use in Studio or