I’m ready for any fight

In the shadows where the demons creep, I’m spitting fire while you’re buried deep, Words like daggers, they cut and slice, You thought you were tough? Think twice, roll the dice. Verse 2: I’m the phantom haunting your every line, Your rhymes are weak, they just can’t shine, I’m the storm brewing in the dead of night, While you stumble in darkness, I’m ready to fight. Verse 3: You flexing with your ego, but it’s paper thin, I’m the real deal, let the games begin, You’re lost in the hype, I’m the voice of the streets, With every bar I drop, I’m bringing the heat. Verse 4: So step to the mic, let’s see what you got, In this battle of wits, you’re just a thought, I’m the nightmare lurking, I’m the shadow in the back, When I’m done with you, there’ll be nothing but black.