Lil pop_ Game on
Check the flow, I'm shifting the gears, Leaving the competition drowned in their fears. I’m the king of the booth, the ghost in the track, Once I drop the heat, there’s no turning back. You’re rapping in circles, I’m cutting the line, While you’re chasing the clock, I’m making it mine. I built this from nothing, the grit and the stone, Now I’m claiming the crown and I’m taking the throne. The bass is hitting heavy, the rhythm is tight, I’m the shadow in the day and the fire in the night. You want to trade bars? Better sharpen your pen, 'Cause once I start flowing, I’m winning again. Want me to switch up the rhythm or drop a second verse to keep the heat going? I’m the architect building the sound from the floor, Every bar is a key, and I’m breaking the door. You’re looking for shortcuts, I’m putting in miles, Stacking up verses in mountain-high piles. The pressure is rising, I’m cool under heat, Turning the struggle to something that's sweet. From the dust and the grind to the top of the charts, I’m playing for keeps while you’re playing your parts. No backup, no safety, just me and the mic, Striking the rhythm like lightning would strike. So keep up the pace or get left in the wake, 'Cause I’m taking the lead and there’s nothing to fake. I’m the ink on the page and the soul in the wire, Setting the booth and the speakers on fire. You’re talking 'bout luck, but I’m talking 'bout skill, The climb is a mountain, I’m conquering the hill. I’m the voice of the struggle, the heart of the grind, Leaving the doubters and fakes far behind. From the first heavy beat to the very last word, My name is the anthem that has to be heard. Every rhyme is a brick, I’m building the wall, So high that I’m never intended to fall. The rhythm is steady, the vision is clear, I’m the reason the competition's living in fear.
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Check the flow, I'm shifting the gears, Leaving the competition drowned in their fears. I’m the king of the booth, the ghost in the track, Once I drop the heat, there’s no turning back. You’re rapping in circles, I’m cutting the line, While you’re chasing the clock, I’m making it mine. I built this from nothing, the grit and the stone, Now I’m claiming the crown and I’m taking the throne. The bass is hitting heavy, the rhythm is tight, I’m the shadow in the day and the fire in the night. You want to trade bars? Better sharpen your pen, 'Cause once I start flowing, I’m winning again. Want me to switch up the rhythm or drop a second verse to keep the heat going? I’m the architect building the sound from the floor, Every bar is a key, and I’m breaking the door. You’re looking for shortcuts, I’m putting in miles, Stacking up verses in mountain-high piles. The pressure is rising, I’m cool under heat, Turning the struggle to something that's sweet. From the dust and the grind to the top of the charts, I’m playing for keeps while you’re playing your parts. No backup, no safety, just me and the mic, Striking the rhythm like lightning would strike. So keep up the pace or get left in the wake, 'Cause I’m taking the lead and there’s nothing to fake. I’m the ink on the page and the soul in the wire, Setting the booth and the speakers on fire. You’re talking 'bout luck, but I’m talking 'bout skill, The climb is a mountain, I’m conquering the hill. I’m the voice of the struggle, the heart of the grind, Leaving the doubters and fakes far behind. From the first heavy beat to the very last word, My name is the anthem that has to be heard. Every rhyme is a brick, I’m building the wall, So high that I’m never intended to fall. The rhythm is steady, the vision is clear, I’m the reason the competition's living in fear.
I’m feeling this ❤️
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KILLED IT 😵