4-45 pt2
Yo, step into the shadows, where the real ones dwell, You a bard, but you ain't spittin' hell, Words like daggers, cuttin' through the night, You just a jester, man, I'm the one that bites. Got my pen like a sword, every line's a strike, You scribble fairy tales, but I’m livin’ life, Talkin' 'bout your legends, but they fade in time, I’m the voice of the struggle, every bar's a crime. (Verse 2) You play with your rhymes, I’m out here with the grind, Your fairytales are cute, but they ain't one of a kind, I’m the wolf in the dark, you just a sheep in the light, While you’re busy crafting stories, I’m ready for the fight. You’re lost in the fantasy, I’m rooted in the real, Your magic’s just a gimmick, can’t compare to my steel, So take your quill and ink, go write another fable, In this game of survival, I’m the one at the table.
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Yo, step into the shadows, where the real ones dwell, You a bard, but you ain't spittin' hell, Words like daggers, cuttin' through the night, You just a jester, man, I'm the one that bites. Got my pen like a sword, every line's a strike, You scribble fairy tales, but I’m livin’ life, Talkin' 'bout your legends, but they fade in time, I’m the voice of the struggle, every bar's a crime. (Verse 2) You play with your rhymes, I’m out here with the grind, Your fairytales are cute, but they ain't one of a kind, I’m the wolf in the dark, you just a sheep in the light, While you’re busy crafting stories, I’m ready for the fight. You’re lost in the fantasy, I’m rooted in the real, Your magic’s just a gimmick, can’t compare to my steel, So take your quill and ink, go write another fable, In this game of survival, I’m the one at the table.