DARK TEMPTATION

Yo, I'm the big shot, untouchable, no doubt, In the booth, I’m a beast, hear the crowd shout. Rhyme book killer, ink drippin’ like a fountain, Flexin’ on these bitches,knockn niggas off the mountain. I'm pure genius, spittin' fire, watch me burn, Like a mothafucka in the game, yeah, it’s my turn. Ballin’ like a thug, stackin' chips, count it up, Flip the script on these niggas, what the fuck? In the shadows of the night, he scribes his fate, Lines so deadly, they can’t hesitate, With every beat he drops, the crowd goes wild, You can’t cage the magic of this lyrical child. He’s turning whispers into roars, no time for doubt, With a heart of a lion, he’s ready to shout. , pure genius at play, Every word's a weapon, lighting up the gray. He’s the voice of the people, hear them say, that nigga layce, yea he’s paving the way Consuming the night, I am bound and unchained, Through the chaos and hell, I’ll never be tamed. In the realm of the lost, I find my domain, With every lost soul, I’ll chant their name. So heed the warnings of the whispers in the dark, For I am the tempest, I am the spark. A testament to those who dare to defy, In the kingdom of shadows,on my throne I rule from on high. I’m the poet on the pavement, painting stories in the night, With a pen like a sword, I’m ready for the fight. Every rhyme’s a treasure, buried deep in my chest, When I spit these lines, you know I'm giving my best. I’m the voice of a generation, hear the echoes of my name, With each beat that I master, I’m rewriting the game. So raise your glass high, let’s celebrate the sound, With a beat in our hearts, let’s shake up this town. Feel the pulse of the music, let it take you away, Join the anthem of the night, saying fuck the past let’s live for today. if u dont believe im a get on my kevin gates shit and make em believe cause my shit is stranger than fiction and not to mention bumping heads with me Is like fighting sonny liston in his prime ya simp not a politician but the game about too change I'm a do it by myself I don't need ur permission I will pop you and your family guy no Peter griffin never been a barber but with these blades I'll get to clippin