(Chorus) I’m in my zone, no brakes, no limits, Talk about bars, my pen still in it. Every word gold, every breath a stone, Crown too bright, I made it on my own. (Verse 1 – 32 Bars) They talk skill, I reply with proof, Flow so tight, it distort the booth. I cut through sound like a diamond blade, Every rhyme sharp when the pen parade. Still airbend when the beat get strong, Fire in my lungs, that’s where words belong. I shine like glass in a bullet storm, Still stay calm while the crowd transform. Dreams stitched deep in the threads I wear, Talk big game ‘cause I been right there. I move through lines like a boxer’s jab, Hit too quick, never miss, no drag. Every punch land where the rhythm bend, Bars don’t end, they just transcend. Cold as steel in a poet’s palm, Flow like silk with a thunder calm. Mind too bright, they need shades for truth, Script stay lit like a recording booth. I bounce like sound in cathedral halls, Echo through time when the silence calls. Pressure make gems, that’s the way I rise, All my flaws turn to battle cries. Sharp as chess when the kings get trapped, Mind move fast, no time to nap. Grind so deep that the ground recall, Been on point when the stakes get tall. I climb like heat through the midnight air, They can’t compete when the God-mode flare. (Chorus) I’m in my zone, no brakes, no limits, Talk about bars, my pen still in it. Every word gold, every breath a stone, Crown too bright, I made it on my own. (Verse 2 – 32 Bars) Still fluent in the code of craft, Math on bars like an epitaph. I bend each word like light through glass, Shatter every doubt when the moment pass. Pages spark when the ink collide, Truth cut deep, no need to hide. Flow too smooth like a serpent slide, Grip on beats, never lose my stride. Every penstroke twist fate’s design, Rhythm divine, alignment fine. Cool as frost in a molten zone, Still stay calm on a king-sized throne. Eyes on prize, can’t see defeat, Steps so clean, leave dust in heat. I rise like dawn through a skyline haze, Glow too strong, make the shadows fade. Pace too fast, no laps to run, Still spit truth till the verse is done. Hot like coal when the forge ignite, I breathe that fire when the stars unite. Nothing rehearsed, all instinct drive, Spirit of craft in the bars alive. Move like chess when the stakes get high, Every pawn play for the piece in sky. Grind in blood, no fluke, no trick, Every punch hit with a poet’s kick. Smooth like silk but I cut like fate, Every bar seal the crown’s estate. (Chorus) I’m in my zone, no brakes, no limits, Talk about bars, my pen still in it. Every word gold, every breath a stone, Crown too bright, I made it on my own. (Verse 3 – 32 Bars) Now I’m back in the storm I made, Mind on war, but my heart don’t fade. I glide like waves when the current twist, Pull ‘em all in with the sound they missed. No ghostwrite, all soul, all fact, They just echoes, I’m the soundtrack. Bright like stars when the dark expands, Every verse carved by divine hands. Legacy loud but my tone stay low, Let the pen talk, let the purpose show. Clean like glass under moonlight beams, Reflect that truth while I chase these dreams. Every win born from a thousand fails, Built my wings from a trail of nails. Flow so sharp like an icicle edge, Chill too deep when I make my pledge. Talk my talk but I walk my grind, Every scar just proof I climb. Fly like thought in a quantum storm, Infinite loops where the wordplay form. Spirit forged where the silence test, Every flaw just part of the crest. Bright as chrome when the sun collide, Bars too slick for the tide to hide. Still on top when the lights go dim, Legends fade—I outshine them. (Chorus – Final) I’m in my zone, no brakes, no limits, Talk about bars, my pen still in it. Every word gold, every breath a stone, Crown too bright, I made it on my own.
