The unbelievers

Intro Yo, they doubted my speed, thought it was a bluff, But now I’m slicing through their egos—enough is enough. I warned ’em once, but they ain’t heard what I said, So I took to the mic and chopped off their heads. Verse 1 They said I couldn’t spit it, they said I wasn’t real, But now I’m slicing syllables like I’m swinging steel. Sharper than a guillotine, my words reveal, That I’m the apex predator—this flow’ll kill. Headshot every critic who was sleeping on the vision, Spit precision, every bar’s a surgical incision. Got ‘em wishing that they never doubted my decision, But now they’re losing heads—call it verbal demolition. Quick with the tongue and I’m vicious with the pace, They tried to keep up, but they fell out the race. Cut ‘em like a laser when I’m carving out space, And the flow so lethal, it’s a murder case. They wanna talk big, but I back it with the action, Unleash the beast, now their heads are fractioned. Step into the ring, it’s a fatal attraction, Chopping through the game with insane satisfaction. Hook They don’t believe I can fast rap— ’Til the heads start rolling, can’t backtrack. Quick with the flow, it’s a straight attack, Now they’re all left headless, that’s a fact. They doubted the flame, I said what I said, Now the mic’s my blade, and they’re losing their heads. Chopper-style bars, I’m painting it red, So don’t ever doubt me—I’ll chop off your head. Verse 2 Unleashed like a weapon, I’m a lyrical knight, Every syllable I spit is sharper than light. Quick with the clip, yeah, I load and ignite, Now I’m severing their egos on a ruthless flight. You wanted proof? Well, here it is, raw, Fast rap slicing through their chest like claws. Bars hit quick, leave ‘em shook, no pause, And the flow’s so sick, make the doubters drop jaws. Headless horseman when I ride the beat, No retreat, I defeat every foe I meet. Every doubter in the path gets split, complete, When I chop these verses at chopper speed. They wanna throw shade, but I shine through hate, Left ‘em headless—guess that’s their fate. I warned them once, but they opened the gate, Now the chopper keeps spinning, it’s checkmate. Hook They don’t believe I can fast rap— ’Til the heads start rolling, can’t backtrack. Quick with the flow, it’s a straight attack, Now they’re all left headless, that’s a fact. They doubted the flame, I said what I said, Now the mic’s my blade, and they’re losing their heads. Chopper-style bars, I’m painting it red, So don’t ever doubt me—I’ll chop off your head. Bridge Blades spinning, I’m the king of the craft, Every syllable’s a weapon, and I’m slicing ‘em fast. They didn’t believe, but I knew it would last, Now their necks on the line while I’m having a blast. Fast like a storm, I’m the wrath in the booth, Every rhyme so sharp, it’s the edge of truth. If you doubt my speed, you gon’ see the proof, When the heads hit the ground from the verbal abuse. Verse 3 Speed demon, I’m a chopper in the flesh, Split through their doubts like a samurai’s best. Every bar’s a bullet, put the doubters to rest, Now I’m stacking up the trophies, no contest. They wanted slow—nah, I’m a beast in the zone, Carving every syllable straight to the bone. Fast rap king, yeah, I sit on the throne, And I built this fire all on my own. Chop, chop, chopping like a lumberjack blade, Carve through the beat, leave the crowd amazed. Flow so sharp, it’ll never degrade, Now the unbelievers all wish they stayed. I’m the nightmare they never could see, Every fast rap doubter now bowing to me. Don’t test the flow or the speed I decree, Or you’ll end up headless—guaranteed. Hook They don’t believe I can fast rap— ’Til the heads start rolling, can’t backtrack. Quick with the flow, it’s a straight attack, Now they’re all left headless, that’s a fact. They doubted the flame, I said what I said, Now the mic’s my blade, and they’re losing their heads. Chopper-style bars, I’m painting it red, So don’t ever doubt me—I’ll chop off your head. Outro Yeah, I told ‘em from the start, Fast rap’s an art, I’m ripping it apart. Doubt me again? You’re already dead, Step to the mic, and I’ll chop off your head