Raw passion

Silent in the shadows, I’m a phantom with a pen, Words cut deep, like a blade through the skin. Target locked, I’m the ghost in the night, Spitting truth, every line ignites the fight. Precision in my vision, every syllable’s a shot, A lyrical assassin, give it all that I’ve got. Stealth mode engaged, I’m creeping with the flow, Enemies surround me, but they don’t even know. Call me the reaper, I harvest every verse, Leave ‘em six feet deep, in a lyrical hearse. No remorse, just the course of a killer’s instinct, Drowning in the ink, watch the world as it sinks. Unleashing all my demons, let ‘em dance in the light, Each bar like a bullet, I’m the spark in the night. Count the bodies, keep it raw, that’s the way that I thrive, In this game of life and death, I’m the one who survives In the shadows, I creep, a phantom in the night, With a pen as my weapon, I’m ready for the fight, Words sharp as a blade, cut deep with precision, Lyrical assassin, I’m on a death mission. Ink spills like blood, painting stories of pain, Each verse is a bullet, I’m loading the chamber again, Target locked on the weak, they tremble and shake, I’m the ghost in the booth, make no mistake. Rhymes intertwine, like vines in a maze, Crafting intricate plots, set fire to the stage, I’m the reaper of beats, collecting my dues, With a flow so raw, it’ll leave you confused. Silhouetted in smoke, I emerge from the dark, Every line is a spark, igniting the heart, So beware of the silence, it’s louder than screams, I’m the nightmare you fear, the haunt in your dreams.