I.V. Mic. Ghost in The Wires

They said I’m toxic, nah, I’m atomic, splitting the nucleus, These bars bombastic, I’m writing rubrics for lyricists. Grammar’s ammunition, metaphors like a crucifix, Turn the page, and rage erupts, volcanic pseudonyms. Life’s a gamble, I’m shuffling fate with loaded decks, Ace of spades engraved in veins, I bleed respect. Flow’s a pendulum, swinging from pain to intellect, I’m an architect of carnage, blueprinting dialects. No adlibs, pure wit, I’m scripting soliloquies, The industry’s a cage, but I got the skeleton key. Spitting riddles like Sphinx, my ink syncs to symphonies, A paradox of peace and war, the chaos is kin to me. Chorus I’m the ghost in the wires, coded in fire, Ciphering higher, my DNA’s the empire. From ashes to throne, the phoenix grows dire, These lines blaze eternal, rap’s live-wire. Verse 2 Call me the algorithm, I’m solving your rhythm, Breaking the prison of mediocrity’s schism. From the asphalt jungle, where hope stays hidden, I rose like a lotus in the mud, forbidden. Switching lanes in a mental Bugatti, Godspeed, Pen bleeds, every verse a eulogy for deadbeats. From the belly of the beast, I feast where the dread sleeps, Turn sheep to shepherds, words cure the disease. I’m like Einstein with a mic, I calculate flows, Hypotenuse triangles, every angle exposes. E equals MC squared, energy explodes, Bars ricochet like bullets, the trajectory glows. Chorus I’m the ghost in the wires, coded in fire, Ciphering higher, my DNA’s the empire. From ashes to throne, the phoenix grows dire, These lines blaze eternal, rap’s live-wire. Bridge I kill em all with the wisdom, hit em with precision, Two minds collide, the collision’s nuclear vision. Every rhyme’s a prism, splitting light in decisions, I’m the past, present, and future of lyrical ambition. Outro Take a breath, let it settle, this is mental adrenaline, The devil tried meddling, but my soul’s a ketamine. Sedating the hate, calibrating fate with a pen, I’m the symphony of struggle, the anthem of men. #33ra