Tried

[Verse 1]
Never bitched when the blade kissed my back,
Times turned savage, but I never cracked.
Stood in the fire, flames lickin' my frame,
Man in the flesh—ain’t a damn thing I can’t tame.
Grim Reaper hoverin’, scythe sharpened and cold,
Whispers my name whether I’m saint or I’m sold.
Righteous path or the devil’s back road,
Death don’t discriminate, still I reload.
No tears for the losses, no cries in the dark,
I swallowed the pain and I spit out the spark.
[Hook]
This a fucked-up time, world rottin’ from the core,
But my fourth eye open—see the trap before the door.
Life tried to force me out, bury me alive,
Couldn’t kill the beast, now I’m aimin’ for the sky.
Grim Reaper ridin’ shotgun, clock tickin’ loud,
I don’t flinch, I don’t fold, I just run the crowd.
[Verse 2]
Fourth eye wide, piercin’ through the veil and the smoke,
See the snakes in the grass and the knives in the cloak.
Fucked-up era, souls sellin’ for a like,
I’m built different—forged in the pain, no mic check, just strike.
They threw every curse, every loss, every scar,
Tried to drag me under, but I rose like a star.
Never folded, never broke, never begged for a hand,
I’m the storm they fear, the unkillable man.
Now I’m climbin’ the throne, no mercy, no brakes,
Top of the mountain—watch the whole game shake.
[Verse 3]
They swung every hammer, tried to crack my crown,
But the reaper just laughed—said “This king ain’t goin’ down.”
I been through the trenches where the weak turn to ghosts,
Came out forged in titanium, grippin’ the most.
Life choked me out, left me gaspin’ for breath,
I flipped the script, turned that pressure to depth.
Fourth eye glowin’ like a beacon in the black,
Spot the fakes from a mile, never fallin’ for the trap.
Now I’m locked on the summit, no room for the frail,
Anybody step in my lane, get impaled on the trail.
Reaper still lurkin’, but he noddin’ approval,
‘Cause even Death respect a man playin’ for the throne’s removal.
Ain’t no bitch in my blood, just iron and fire,
This fucked-up century? I’m the final empire.
[Outro]
Anybody wanna test? Step up, get wrecked,
I’m locked, loaded, ready—bring the whole damn set.
Reaper still close, but he ridin’ with respect,
‘Cause even Death knows I ain’t finished yet.
No bitchin’, just business—king shit in my veins,
This fucked-up world? I just rewrote the game.

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[Verse 1] Never bitched when the blade kissed my back, Times turned savage, but I never cracked. Stood in the fire, flames lickin' my frame, Man in the flesh—ain’t a damn thing I can’t tame. Grim Reaper hoverin’, scythe sharpened and cold, Whispers my name whether I’m saint or I’m sold. Righteous path or the devil’s back road, Death don’t discriminate, still I reload. No tears for the losses, no cries in the dark, I swallowed the pain and I spit out the spark. [Hook] This a fucked-up time, world rottin’ from the core, But my fourth eye open—see the trap before the door. Life tried to force me out, bury me alive, Couldn’t kill the beast, now I’m aimin’ for the sky. Grim Reaper ridin’ shotgun, clock tickin’ loud, I don’t flinch, I don’t fold, I just run the crowd. [Verse 2] Fourth eye wide, piercin’ through the veil and the smoke, See the snakes in the grass and the knives in the cloak. Fucked-up era, souls sellin’ for a like, I’m built different—forged in the pain, no mic check, just strike. They threw every curse, every loss, every scar, Tried to drag me under, but I rose like a star. Never folded, never broke, never begged for a hand, I’m the storm they fear, the unkillable man. Now I’m climbin’ the throne, no mercy, no brakes, Top of the mountain—watch the whole game shake. [Verse 3] They swung every hammer, tried to crack my crown, But the reaper just laughed—said “This king ain’t goin’ down.” I been through the trenches where the weak turn to ghosts, Came out forged in titanium, grippin’ the most. Life choked me out, left me gaspin’ for breath, I flipped the script, turned that pressure to depth. Fourth eye glowin’ like a beacon in the black, Spot the fakes from a mile, never fallin’ for the trap. Now I’m locked on the summit, no room for the frail, Anybody step in my lane, get impaled on the trail. Reaper still lurkin’, but he noddin’ approval, ‘Cause even Death respect a man playin’ for the throne’s removal. Ain’t no bitch in my blood, just iron and fire, This fucked-up century? I’m the final empire. [Outro] Anybody wanna test? Step up, get wrecked, I’m locked, loaded, ready—bring the whole damn set. Reaper still close, but he ridin’ with respect, ‘Cause even Death knows I ain’t finished yet. No bitchin’, just business—king shit in my veins, This fucked-up world? I just rewrote the game.

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