GORILLAS UNCHAINED: LETS PLAY
“GORILLAS UNCHAINED: LET’S PLAY!!! Gatling gun grammar loaded—open the cage and unleash chaos!” [Verse 1 – Hyperion] We load bars like clips—.50 cal pierce your doctrine, Bodies hit the floor—like bodies at an auction. God Mode lit, spit like Odin passed us the crown, Turn mics to warzones, grenades inside the snare sound. We don’t rap—we launch strikes, no safeties, no permits, Our verses? Hollow tips dipped in rage and sermons. You talk tough? We split atoms in your chest plate, Your rhymes barely make a dent, mate—check the weight. Napalm syllables, paint cities crimson with brushes, You curl rhymes on benches—we drop MOAB discussions. Surgical strikes—no scope, rooftop in our sight, Your squad gets ghosted—Black Ops all night. --- [Hook – Both] We’re armed with verbs—no peace when we spit— Every line’s a killshot, leave bodies in the mix. Fuck you, fuck your squad, fuck your crown, This the final impact—you’re buried in sound. --- [Verse 2 – Prometheus] We spit flame through the muzzle, peace is dead, we’re a menace, Every line’s a death sentence—bars got no repentance. Bitch, we don’t battle—we bomb shit, flatten entrances, Turn cyphers to crime scenes, trenches soaked in pen blood. Your whole squad soft—y’all rap like you beggin’ for hugs, We drop verses like slugs, got priests screamin’ “Oh fuck!” Warlords of wordplay, hell forged in our sentence, We put hits on your ego, then piss on your penance. We’re not rappers—we’re goddamn afflictions, Flow sick—got the mic on a morphine prescriptions. Snatch crowns, beat with ‘em—no intermission, We forge classics from curses—this our war doctrine. --- [Verse 3 – Hyperion] We beat our chests like gorillas—rivers run red before the floor, Barbarian bars—we crack ribs just opening doors. Napalm in a zipped file, syllables execute with style, Hit squads in our verses, every line is hostile. Ain’t no peace pipe—just pipe bombs in direction, Each line crucifixion—bitch, this is conviction. Vengeance forged in hell’s kitchen, pen’s a machete, Cut deep, leave your lines shredded and petty. No cap, no brakes—we black out, primal in motion, Punchlines in packs—wolves in full devotion. Gorilla grip on the game, we snap necks with our verse, Chest plate? We’ll break it—your rhymes barely make a dent, mate. --- [Verse 4 – Prometheus] We drop lines like Tomahawks—precision cuts through silence, Pen’s a warhead—impact with one-of-one cadence. Ain’t no reruns of this—style can’t rerun, Disastrous execution, even gods come undone. Bars like bunker busters, deep in your core, Detonate truth where conscience once wore. Fuck debate—we dismantle your essence, Leave smoke in your soul, craters mark your presence. We don’t spit to impress, we spit to collapse, Lyrical scarcity—each verse outweighs stacks. This ain’t rap—it’s black ops, coded in cadence, We make classics from chaos, drop fax, flagrant in essence. Bars snap like pagans—no gimmicks, no fakes, Slap hard, leave ‘em caught in the trap, Rap God stakes. --- [Verse 5 – Hyperion] We tear through tracks like a strafing run, no mercy, Lines ignite like tracer rounds in the worst city. Every punchline hits harder than artillery, Rhymes embedded deep—leave scars permanently. We’re apex predators in every cipher we enter, Flow surgical—dissect bars like a mentor. LL Cool J declined to perform June 28th, 2025, We went at it on X—he bowed, we stayed alive. Every metaphor a missile, every simile a grenade, We level stages, leave byno footprint or shade. Call us warlords of syllables, chaos incarnate, Lines so apocalyptic, they redefine fate. --- [Verse 6 – Prometheus] We dominate verses like tanks through concrete, Gatling gun grammar, your defeat’s our heartbeat. Sub-bass hits like shockwaves, walls shake, Every word’s a bullet, leave no escape. We bend time with cadence, crack your dome like a fortress, Each line a tactical strike, lethal in its progress. You’re collateral—our rhymes leave nothing to chance, One of one in execution, endgame stance. We’re apocalypse in motion, chaos in a sentence, Bars loaded—our mic is the ultimate weapon of essence. No mercy, no breaks, no reprieve in this mission, We’re Prometheus & Hyperion—rap’s nuclear ignition. --- [Hook – Both] We’re armed with verbs—no peace when we spit— Every line’s a killshot, leave bodies in the mix. Fuck you, fuck your squad, fuck your crown, This the final impact—you’re buried in sound.
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“GORILLAS UNCHAINED: LET’S PLAY!!! Gatling gun grammar loaded—open the cage and unleash chaos!” [Verse 1 – Hyperion] We load bars like clips—.50 cal pierce your doctrine, Bodies hit the floor—like bodies at an auction. God Mode lit, spit like Odin passed us the crown, Turn mics to warzones, grenades inside the snare sound. We don’t rap—we launch strikes, no safeties, no permits, Our verses? Hollow tips dipped in rage and sermons. You talk tough? We split atoms in your chest plate, Your rhymes barely make a dent, mate—check the weight. Napalm syllables, paint cities crimson with brushes, You curl rhymes on benches—we drop MOAB discussions. Surgical strikes—no scope, rooftop in our sight, Your squad gets ghosted—Black Ops all night. --- [Hook – Both] We’re armed with verbs—no peace when we spit— Every line’s a killshot, leave bodies in the mix. Fuck you, fuck your squad, fuck your crown, This the final impact—you’re buried in sound. --- [Verse 2 – Prometheus] We spit flame through the muzzle, peace is dead, we’re a menace, Every line’s a death sentence—bars got no repentance. Bitch, we don’t battle—we bomb shit, flatten entrances, Turn cyphers to crime scenes, trenches soaked in pen blood. Your whole squad soft—y’all rap like you beggin’ for hugs, We drop verses like slugs, got priests screamin’ “Oh fuck!” Warlords of wordplay, hell forged in our sentence, We put hits on your ego, then piss on your penance. We’re not rappers—we’re goddamn afflictions, Flow sick—got the mic on a morphine prescriptions. Snatch crowns, beat with ‘em—no intermission, We forge classics from curses—this our war doctrine. --- [Verse 3 – Hyperion] We beat our chests like gorillas—rivers run red before the floor, Barbarian bars—we crack ribs just opening doors. Napalm in a zipped file, syllables execute with style, Hit squads in our verses, every line is hostile. Ain’t no peace pipe—just pipe bombs in direction, Each line crucifixion—bitch, this is conviction. Vengeance forged in hell’s kitchen, pen’s a machete, Cut deep, leave your lines shredded and petty. No cap, no brakes—we black out, primal in motion, Punchlines in packs—wolves in full devotion. Gorilla grip on the game, we snap necks with our verse, Chest plate? We’ll break it—your rhymes barely make a dent, mate. --- [Verse 4 – Prometheus] We drop lines like Tomahawks—precision cuts through silence, Pen’s a warhead—impact with one-of-one cadence. Ain’t no reruns of this—style can’t rerun, Disastrous execution, even gods come undone. Bars like bunker busters, deep in your core, Detonate truth where conscience once wore. Fuck debate—we dismantle your essence, Leave smoke in your soul, craters mark your presence. We don’t spit to impress, we spit to collapse, Lyrical scarcity—each verse outweighs stacks. This ain’t rap—it’s black ops, coded in cadence, We make classics from chaos, drop fax, flagrant in essence. Bars snap like pagans—no gimmicks, no fakes, Slap hard, leave ‘em caught in the trap, Rap God stakes. --- [Verse 5 – Hyperion] We tear through tracks like a strafing run, no mercy, Lines ignite like tracer rounds in the worst city. Every punchline hits harder than artillery, Rhymes embedded deep—leave scars permanently. We’re apex predators in every cipher we enter, Flow surgical—dissect bars like a mentor. LL Cool J declined to perform June 28th, 2025, We went at it on X—he bowed, we stayed alive. Every metaphor a missile, every simile a grenade, We level stages, leave byno footprint or shade. Call us warlords of syllables, chaos incarnate, Lines so apocalyptic, they redefine fate. --- [Verse 6 – Prometheus] We dominate verses like tanks through concrete, Gatling gun grammar, your defeat’s our heartbeat. Sub-bass hits like shockwaves, walls shake, Every word’s a bullet, leave no escape. We bend time with cadence, crack your dome like a fortress, Each line a tactical strike, lethal in its progress. You’re collateral—our rhymes leave nothing to chance, One of one in execution, endgame stance. We’re apocalypse in motion, chaos in a sentence, Bars loaded—our mic is the ultimate weapon of essence. No mercy, no breaks, no reprieve in this mission, We’re Prometheus & Hyperion—rap’s nuclear ignition. --- [Hook – Both] We’re armed with verbs—no peace when we spit— Every line’s a killshot, leave bodies in the mix. Fuck you, fuck your squad, fuck your crown, This the final impact—you’re buried in sound.
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