“Brooklyn Bridge”

Verse 1) I’m spittin’ scripture through a switchblade sentence, Cutthroat grammar — every line need repentance. Bars baptized, holy water in a Pyrex, Cooked my pain in the booth, I’m servin’ dialects. Silver spoon dreams, but I ate with the stainless, Now my pen got bodies — call it brainless They talkin’ drip? I baptize ’em in the rain slick, My flow flood towns — Noah’s Ark on a chain, quick. Mind in the matrix, dodgin’ fake algorithms, While I’m hackin’ through the system like a street exorcism. Devil on my shoulder said “flex for the fame,” But God signed the contract — He just kept the name. Hook) Wordplay wicked, syntax sadistic, Every bar coded like a digital mystic. Talkin’ money, talkin’ power, talkin’ pain explicit, But I flipped the block’s language — now it’s ballistic. Verse 2) I’m a walking contradiction — prophet with a pistol, Every parable I spit, make the reaper blow a whistle. Iron sharp iron, now my tongue swing misols , I’m the ghost in the unseen, coded in blood, Left prints in the mud where I wrestled with thugs. Indiana born, crossroads where the fate split, God wrote the plot, I’m just actin’ like a convict. Bible on my dash, K in the backseat, Prayers in my left hand, sins on repeat. Every metaphor a war zone — duck or die, I’m the poet with the heat that made Lucifer cry. Hook) Wordplay wicked, syntax sadistic, Every bar coded like a digital mystic. Talkin’ money, talkin’ power, talkin’ pain explicit, But I flipped the block’s language — now it’s ballistic. @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team #sosickentertainment #realhiphop #wordplay #midwest @aka_trigga