I'm the phantom in the shadows, a master of the craft,

I'm the phantom in the shadows, a master of the craft, Words sharp like a dagger, cut deep, feel the wrath, Spit fire in the booth, watch the flames ignite, Got a vision so vivid, I’m painting through the night. Rhyme schemes intricate, like puzzles in my mind, Leave ‘em lost in the maze, can’t escape what they find, With a pen like a sword, I’m slashing through the doubt, Every line that I drop, hear the crowd scream and shout. No retreat, no surrender, I’m charging through the fray, Got the heart of a lion, never fading away, Climbing heights never seen, like a peak in the mist, Every lyric’s a bullet, so you better not miss. I’m the voice of the unheard, a beacon in the dark, With a spark in my soul, I’m igniting the park, Confidence in my stride, like I’m walking on air, In the game, I’m the truth, and the truth’s never rare.