No mercy in the ring

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Title: “No Mercy in the Ring” Yo, step in the ring, I’m the reaper with reason, Spit treason every season, leave ya leakin’ and freezin’. Ain’t no peace when I’m speakin’, I’m a beast off the leash, My flow preach, turn a weak MC into a feast. Came from the gutter, with thunder in my veins, Pain made me hunger for numbers, now I’m runnin’ the game. You talk loud, but your sound soft as butter and shame, I bring heat, make the crowd shout my government name. Beanski — the legend, never bend for a soul, Turn your gold chain cold, let your ego implode. Ain’t no clone of me, homie, I’m the prototype raw, Got ‘em shook like they saw Death writing the law. No flaws, all scars, every bar’s artillery, Spit symphonies viciously, every word’s an injury. You a mystery? Nah, you history instantly, I spit truth so ruthlessly, it’s pure infantry. I’m the mic godfather, blessin’ the booth, Every syllable a sermon, every verse the proof. You just barkin’ online, I’m the wolf in pursuit, Pull receipts, break beats, and dismantle the youth. My rhymes surgical, terminal, learnin’ who’s real, I burn through your verses like infernos of steel. You squeal when it’s pressure, I smile at the thrill, Every bar like a blade, and I’m swingin’ to kill. Got that trench-war mentality, no fatality spared, I been broke, been bruised — now my enemies scared. I don’t talk, I just walk with that boss-type glare, I’m the storm, you the whisper, don’t compare what’s rare. Ain’t no gimmicks, no limits, no gimmie-a-break, I bake snakes on the mic till their spines vibrate. You fabricate fame, I innovate pain, While you imitate names, I dominate lanes. I’m the code that they can’t crack, the rhyme they can’t match, Every track a death trap, leave ya brains detached. You can’t clash with a titan when the fire react, I’m the final act, silence that, rewind the facts. I’m from the struggle, the mud, where the real ones rise, Learned to hustle with muscle, now I sharpen my rhymes. You just mumble and crumble when it’s time to collide, I stay humble but rumble when I’m catchin’ that vibe. From the block to the booth, I’m the proof of persistence, Every sentence a sentence — I’m servin’ resistance. No repentance for these rappers with a weak existence, I’m relentless, cemented, my reign’s consistent. So bow down, pay dues, or get chewed in the cypher, I’m the fuse, light the news when the mic get hyper. You might write nice, but I strike like a viper, This is life — not a game — and I’m the lone survivor. 🔥 “When I step up to spit, it’s divine intervention — Every rhyme’s my redemption, every line’s a confession — You want smoke? I’m the lesson, better learn aggression — ‘Cause when Beanski steps in — it’s pure perfection.”

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Timothy Clee

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10 months ago

Timothy Clee

1 month ago

FIRE 🔥

Cato Kirin Casper

8 months ago

Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥

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