Yo, I’m spitting fire, got the mic in my grip,

Yo, I’m spitting fire, got the mic in my grip, Words cut sharp, like a knife, let it rip, Every line’s a bullet, loaded, ready to blast, Rhyme so tight, it’s a vice, hold it fast. Climbing to the top, yeah, I’m breaking the mold, Confidence on high, watch the story unfold, Like a phoenix from the ashes, I rise with the heat, Got the world in my palm, can’t accept defeat. (Verse 2) Rhymes intricate, weaving tales in the night, Light up the darkness, I’m the spark, I ignite, Got a flow so lethal, call it lyrical crime, Every verse I drop, man, you know it’s prime time. I’m the architect of bars, building castles in air, Every word’s a brick, laying truth, I declare, In this game of life, I’m the king, don’t you see? With the rhythm in my veins, I’m forever free.