I’m the pretty toxic revolver, spitting rounds of truth,
I’m the pretty toxic revolver, spitting rounds of truth, Got a silver tongue, but my words cut like a tooth, In the booth, I’m a menace, call me lyrical assassin, Confidence a weapon, watch these haters start crashing. Flow so cold, got ‘em shivering in their shoes, Dropping bombs on the track, yeah, I’m lighting up the fuse, Got the game on my back, like a king with a crown, When I step in the zone, best believe I won’t drown. I’m the storm in the calm, chaos wrapped in charm, With a heart made of steel, and an iron-clad arm, Every verse is a shot, aiming straight for the prize, In a world full of lies, I’m the truth in disguise. Rhymes sharp as a blade, cutting deep through the fake, I’m the voice of the streets, watch the ground shake, Count the blessings I’m stacking, no time for the slack, In this lyrical war, there’s no turning back.
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I’m the pretty toxic revolver, spitting rounds of truth, Got a silver tongue, but my words cut like a tooth, In the booth, I’m a menace, call me lyrical assassin, Confidence a weapon, watch these haters start crashing. Flow so cold, got ‘em shivering in their shoes, Dropping bombs on the track, yeah, I’m lighting up the fuse, Got the game on my back, like a king with a crown, When I step in the zone, best believe I won’t drown. I’m the storm in the calm, chaos wrapped in charm, With a heart made of steel, and an iron-clad arm, Every verse is a shot, aiming straight for the prize, In a world full of lies, I’m the truth in disguise. Rhymes sharp as a blade, cutting deep through the fake, I’m the voice of the streets, watch the ground shake, Count the blessings I’m stacking, no time for the slack, In this lyrical war, there’s no turning back.
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