[intro]
Yeah
Turn the beat up
Uh
Let’s go
[chorus]
They call me a rap god, words hit like a rod
Every bar ballistic, you know i’m a fraud to the fraud
Spit it fast, never last, leave 'em shook in the past
Flow so cold, nuclear, breakin’ the mast
Rap god, on the throne, every beat i own
Stacking syllables heavy like stones over bone
Every rhyme a missile, every line a sizzle
Step in my lane, you’ll get sliced with the drizzle
[verse 1]
Look, i’m back, adrenaline packed, never slack
Every line i attack, got your mind under my tracks
I pivot, i twist it, syllables hit it, rhythm persistent
Spitting a vision, precision incision, linguistics consistent
Better back up, competitors crack up, stack up
The way i be rapping, it’s a lyrical stack of mac trucks
Venomous menace embedded in sentences bending the limits
Leaving every opponent panicked and frantic, now witness
Mathematically mapping the rhymes like i’m calculating fate
Every bar i create detonates heavy like weight
The cadence is rising, the timing’s surprising
Any hater opposing, better start apologizing
Patterns accelerate, syllables gravitate, the floor vibrates
Every line a tornado that obliterates and resonates
Half of these rappers pretending to master the craft
After i pass ‘em, they crash in a blast from the past
[chorus]
They call me a rap god, words hit like a rod
Every bar ballistic, you know i’m a fraud to the fraud
Spit it fast, never last, leave 'em shook in the past
Flow so cold, nuclear, breakin’ the mast
Rap god, on the throne, every beat i own
Stacking syllables heavy like stones over bone
Every rhyme a missile, every line a sizzle
Step in my lane, you’ll get sliced with the drizzle
[verse 2]
Lyrical miracle minimal villain with venom i'm sending a sentence that's spinning and bending the tempo relentless
Better be ready i’m ripping the rhythm and hitting the limit of every competitor stepping and testing the menace
Rapidly packing a pattern of passages practically cracking the fabric of rap with a battery blast of aggression
I’m a mechanical animal handling grammar and scrambling amateurs panicking back in the panic of pressure
Flip, twist, kick, blitz, slick, rip, script, flick, spit, quick, click, tick, sick, pick, stick
Every syllable vicious, every line ridiculous, unstoppable, invincible, meticulous
[verse 3]
Now i slow it back down, but the energy never drops
Every metaphor sharp, every flow hits like a shock
From the streets to the booth, i’m the king of the rhyme
Every bar a design, every punchline prime
I stack and i lace, every phrase like a maze
Spin it in phases, ablaze in a craze
I bend, i twist, i turn, i ignite
The mic in my hand is a weapon tonight
Never backing down, every crown i take
I make the ground shake, every verse a quake
Rap god, no facade, every syllable sharp
I leave my mark, igniting the dark
[outro]
They call me a rap god, words hit like a rod
Every bar ballistic, you know i’m a fraud to the fraud
Spit it fast, never last, leave 'em shook in the past
Flow so cold, nuclear, breakin’ the mast
Rap god, on the throne, every beat i own
Stacking syllables heavy like stones over bone
Every rhyme a missile, every line a sizzle
Step in my lane, you’ll get sliced with the drizzle
Yeah…
Rap god