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# Verse 1 I walk the tightrope, razor-laced, high stakes in disguise, Smiles like stock photos, empty lens in their eyes. They clink glasses, plot silent see the code in their cheers, Their handshakes are snakeskin, shedding trust through the years. Cryptic talk, they cipher my mind’s a vault, steel-locked, They trade in quiet whispers, hoping loyalty gets docked. Magpies in the mirror, stealing shine from my steps, They orbit my momentum, but their energy’s inept. # Hook False gods in my cipher, I see through the smoke Put their words on a scale, all hollow and broke. Mirage in my rearview, they fade when I drive It’s survival of the truest, only real ones survive. # Verse 2 Glass castles shatter when the truth hits the beat, They mimic every rhythm, but can’t stomach the heat. I spot the plastic in their posture, see the glitch in the code, They surf on my successes, but bail out in the cold. Their stories bend backward, origami with lies, Trying to hitch rides on my comet, but I sever the ties. I’m mapping constellations with the loyal and the rare, While they’re lost in my periphery phantoms in the glare. # Hook False gods in my cipher, I see through the smoke Put their words on a scale, all hollow and broke. Mirage in my rearview, they fade when I drive It’s survival of the truest, only real ones survive. # Outro Cut from a cloth they can’t trace or define, While they craft hollow echoes, I build paradigm. Let the fabricators gossip, let the masquerade spin I walk solo through the static; only truth gets in. [intro] Yeah, ayy, listen up, it's time to spit some fire, Got my sights on the fake, and the liars, they conspire, Skrrt, skrrt, I'm on the move, leaving the haters in the dust, Hey, hey, hey, I'm on a mission, to make the truth trust. [verse] I'm a wordsmith, weaving webs of deceit and lies, But my rhymes so tight, they can't deny, the truth in my eyes, I see through the smoke, the mirrors and the haze, Fake friends and fake love, they just a phase, ayy, yeah. I'm on a roll, ain't no stopping me, got the flow on tight, Leaving the competition, in the dark of night, My rhymes like a sword, cutting through the noise and the pain, I'm the king of the game, and I'm here to reign, skrrt, skrrt, yeah. [pre-chorus] I'm a force to be reckoned with, ain't no one gonna stop, Got the momentum, got the flow, got the rhythm on the clock, I'm a train wreck, crashing through the gates, Leaving the haters in the dust, with their fake participation states. [chorus] It's survival of the fittest, only the strong survive, I'm on top of the mountain, and I won't apologize, I'm a warrior, fighting for the truth and the right, I'm a champion, shining bright, with
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# Verse 1 I walk the tightrope, razor-laced, high stakes in disguise, Smiles like stock photos, empty lens in their eyes. They clink glasses, plot silent see the code in their cheers, Their handshakes are snakeskin, shedding trust through the years. Cryptic talk, they cipher my mind’s a vault, steel-locked, They trade in quiet whispers, hoping loyalty gets docked. Magpies in the mirror, stealing shine from my steps, They orbit my momentum, but their energy’s inept. # Hook False gods in my cipher, I see through the smoke Put their words on a scale, all hollow and broke. Mirage in my rearview, they fade when I drive It’s survival of the truest, only real ones survive. # Verse 2 Glass castles shatter when the truth hits the beat, They mimic every rhythm, but can’t stomach the heat. I spot the plastic in their posture, see the glitch in the code, They surf on my successes, but bail out in the cold. Their stories bend backward, origami with lies, Trying to hitch rides on my comet, but I sever the ties. I’m mapping constellations with the loyal and the rare, While they’re lost in my periphery phantoms in the glare. # Hook False gods in my cipher, I see through the smoke Put their words on a scale, all hollow and broke. Mirage in my rearview, they fade when I drive It’s survival of the truest, only real ones survive. # Outro Cut from a cloth they can’t trace or define, While they craft hollow echoes, I build paradigm. Let the fabricators gossip, let the masquerade spin I walk solo through the static; only truth gets in. [intro] Yeah, ayy, listen up, it's time to spit some fire, Got my sights on the fake, and the liars, they conspire, Skrrt, skrrt, I'm on the move, leaving the haters in the dust, Hey, hey, hey, I'm on a mission, to make the truth trust. [verse] I'm a wordsmith, weaving webs of deceit and lies, But my rhymes so tight, they can't deny, the truth in my eyes, I see through the smoke, the mirrors and the haze, Fake friends and fake love, they just a phase, ayy, yeah. I'm on a roll, ain't no stopping me, got the flow on tight, Leaving the competition, in the dark of night, My rhymes like a sword, cutting through the noise and the pain, I'm the king of the game, and I'm here to reign, skrrt, skrrt, yeah. [pre-chorus] I'm a force to be reckoned with, ain't no one gonna stop, Got the momentum, got the flow, got the rhythm on the clock, I'm a train wreck, crashing through the gates, Leaving the haters in the dust, with their fake participation states. [chorus] It's survival of the fittest, only the strong survive, I'm on top of the mountain, and I won't apologize, I'm a warrior, fighting for the truth and the right, I'm a champion, shining bright, with
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