ghetto lives

Step in the ring, I'm bringing the heat, With syllables sharp, watch 'em cut like a cleat, You talkin' tough, but your lines are obsolete, I'm spitting fire, got the crowd on their feet. Your rhymes a joke, like a clown in a seat, I'm the heavyweight champ, you're just light on the beat, I flip the script, my words twist and retreat, Like kung fu flipping, I'm the king of the street. You mimic my flow, but you're stuck in repeat, While I'm painting pictures, you just sketching the sheet, I’m a beast in this game, you can’t handle the feat, Got bars like a prison, every verse is a treat. With a bitch so wild, make the critics concede, Your style's outdated, like a car with no key, I’m the pulse of the rhythm, the heart of the spree, In this battle of wits, you ain't touching my spree. I’m spitting flames, igniting the night, I’m a cipher’s delight, Words cut like knives, in this lyrical fight, Adrenaline rush, I’m the king of the hype, Twisting thoughts like a Rubik’s, watch me get it right. Crazy battle lines, I’m drawing the divide, Enemies tremble, they can’t run and hide, I’m the storm in the booth, with a thunderous pride, Rhymes intertwine, like a rollercoaster ride. Flow so electric, it’ll shock your mind, Every bar’s a bullet, I’m the one they can’t find, Mental gymnastics, I’m flipping the grind, In this verbal arena, I’m one of a kind. Shattering ceilings, I’m raising the stakes, With every line I lace, feel the ground shake, A lyrical assassin, no room for mistakes, Watch me carve my path, let the history wake.