Insurmountable

@rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team @rapfame_rewards @rapfame_innovation @rapfame_community_beats [LYRICS] Insurmountable? Fuck it, I'ma climb it, If the beat don't fit the pain, then I'll redesign it, Every time I hit a wall, I put a rhyme behind it, Every time the world went silent, I got louder in my writing. I been laughing through the madness, that's my method of surviving, Turn a tragedy to comedy, then somehow make it inspiring, All the shit that tried to kill my drive just kept the engine firing— Now the shit that tried to break me is the reason that I'm rising. Insurmountable. I made it something I could rhyme with. Unlisting ways the verbal knife is twisting, Unfitting how I see the hurt still fit within me, My son's already gonna hit—I'm here with him, Supervision—I believe all kids need it. White page faded from the weed I'd smoke, Who makes Snoop Dogg's FAIRY ODD PARENTS CHOKE. Swear to God, I ain't no dope— But may I interest you in a cherry-lime float? Premium milk on top—that's the way that I cope. And I know most the time I fuck around and joke, Subconsciously, that's probably how I learned to cope, When life kept throwing punches, I kept throwing quotes, Turned a throat full of pressure into notes for my throat. Still keep the pen afloat while I'm rowing through the undertow, Turn every low into a show, every wound into a written quote, Every joke became a rope when I was dangling from hope, So I tied it to the ceiling—now I'm swinging from the flow. If I laugh when it gets tragic, that's just magic in disguise, Put the panic in a punchline, let the rhyme become my eyes, Package all the pressure, put a bow around the lies, Then unwrap it in a verse and watch the whole damn room go quiet. Peanut butter on the bread, but there's pressure in the spread, Got a thousand thoughts colliding like a traffic jam inside my head, Life keeps handing me lemons? I'ma weaponize the zest, Make a meal out of the mess, then put the leftovers in a text. I ain't saying I'm immune—I'm just fluent in the fumes, Made a studio from the rubble, put some rhythm in the ruins, Every scar became a stanza, every bruise became a movement, Now the shit that tried to break me is the shit that makes the music. So if the darkness wants a dance, tell it bring another shoe, I've been dragging all my demons through the booth persumly overdue, Turn depression into diction, turn the friction to fueled vindictive description Make a joke about the wreckage, then make wreckage sound beautiful. That's the trick—take the sick, make it slick, make it lyrical, Turn a critical condition into something damn near mythical, Life gave me shit to shovel, so I built myself a pinnacle— Now every punchline's got a pulse, and every syllable's a physical. This version keeps your original DNA adds a spark and dash of that metaphysical. Gives it more momentum humanities tried adapting then turned a simple basic swing into a intergalactic rhyme that carved off half the mapping Insurmountable. I made it something I could rhyme with.