mic ghoul: the retaliation - darkfall - the fallen - 2026

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Talking your trash again, cynical itch Acting rich — but you broke as a joke when you choke on the smoke you pitch I get hypothetical physical — my method is clinical Lines refined, intertwined — metaphysical mystical Logistical when I’m rhythmical — syllables hitting you Pistol barrel smoke — you croak from residual visuals Go ahead, toke — but you won’t see your next physical You poke the bear, then you stare — now it’s critical Bow to the finalist — silence is violence I don’t glorify riots, but I quiet defiance Built of bricks, bars, and stars — I ensnare in a snare Leave scars on your memoirs — you scared, I’m aware Why lie? War’s declared Armor’s cracked — you showing wear and tear Downward slope, false hope, hands slipping from rope Caked in your own decisions — now you learning to cope Confusion from contusions — conclusions absurd You bruised from the delusion of the words you preferred My projects fuse success, skill, and pride That’s why I analyze when you falsify inside Go cry in your sty — lungs full of smoke Awake but not “woke,” while you choke on your joke Residual darkfalls stacking debt in your mental You don’t know rap — just accidental instrumental Sold your soul for a flow that’ll never evolve Career won’t grow — math you can’t solve Below average, savage in delusion’s control I’m best of the lesser but I’m aiming for whole First in line — blindside and stall you Clutch pressed — watch pressure install you Carving shanks out of bars — life behind bars Race full of scars — I’m raising the par Persona too much — you’re a caricature I’m your last taste of disgrace — that’s the cure No retreat, no hall pass — we clash, we crash You haul ass, smoke grass — I outlast Clones leaving broken teeth and fractured bones Blown up worldwide — radios, phones -

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