BEAST MODE

[Intro] This ain’t therapy. This ain’t “let’s talk it out.” This is precision demolition— I spit laser-guided metaphors that make chalk outlines permanent. PROMETHEUS… Now let’s fuckin’ go. --- [Verse 1] I’m not a rapper—I’m a heat-seekin’ payload, Laser-locked bars split domes in beast mode. No fair fight—this is clinical slaughter, Mics melt in my palm like I'm spittin' napalm and lava. Got chalk lines waitin’ for your whole rap section, I write eulogies in code, call it death by reflection. You drop verses? I drop warheads—strategic, You rhyme for likes—I architect lyrics like a genius. Talk slick and get your teeth restructured, I talk war—every stanza is bunker-buster thunder. Prometheus, motherfucker—I gave fire to the gods, Now I scorch half the scene with just thirty-odd bars. --- [Hook] BEAST MODE, full load, zero fucks in sight, Laser-guided verses tear through the mic. Say my name, and get marked for deletion, I ain't dissin'—I'm launchin' intellectual beatings. (Beast mode… BEAST MODE…) --- [Verse 2] I brought fire to man, now I burn 'em with speech, Lit the torch of the gods—then dipped outta reach. Now they mimic my flame, but they gaslight weak, I'm the arcane architect—they just bite technique. Call me the rogue god—fuck Olympus and its leash, I gave light to mortals, now I cook 'em like a feast. No chains on my name, just blades in my quotes, I teach ‘em Socratic death—then slit throats with the notes. I ain't the savior, bitch—I'm the sentence that breaks bones, Every verse got weight like a philosopher's stone. I twist minds like Möbius—confuse and collapse, Make your cypher fold in half with one thought-trap. Dark brain games—I’m a DARPA-trained prophet, In a room full of lames? Of course, I’m the Hot Topic. My thoughts come cloaked in paradox and fire, Nietzsche’s Will to Power on full display, I inspire. --- [Verse 3] I study your whole damn squad—call it war intelligence, Use your own lyrics as ammo—verbal pestilence. Dismantle your bars like a chemist with no remorse, I’m the play goin’ on you, spreadin’ lyrical force. Chest pounding, beast mode—ready for the war zone, I’m the predator stalking, you the prey overblown. Your weak-ass punchlines? They fold under pressure, I’m a double threat—cripple your mind, leave you lyrically severed. Call me the mind hacker—your thoughts I dissect, Every line’s a blade, every rhyme’s a direct check. I’m the kingpin assassin, dealin’ deals in verse, Leave your legacy burned, buried deep in a hearse. You claim shots? I’m artillery and snipers combined, A double entendre killer—shooting mines and blowing minds. No apologies, I’m ruthless, a beast with no leash, Warrior poet, Prometheus, the lyrical beast.