### **"Iron Grip"** [**Verse 1**] Grip it and twist it, my style is relentless, Mind on the mission, precision's my witness. Bars cut like razors, sharper than lasers, Built from the ground, now I'm movin' with tasers. Stackin’ my wins, no slips in the vision, They stay superstitious, I’m countin’ ambition. Bricks from the hustle, I lay down the mortar, Struggle’s my teacher, the streets my recorder. Blastin’ the critics, no fakin’ my emphasis (emphasis), Infinite thoughts like I’m buildin’ a synthesis (synthesis). Cynics get lit up, no candle can handle, The flame in my veins, they just fuel my example. Never a pawn, I’m a king in the script, Movin’ like chess but I pivot and flip. Crown on my grind, you can keep all the gold, I wear my struggle like armor—untold. --- [**Verse 2**] Runnin’ the wave like I’m ridin’ the current, Devotion explosive, the focus insurgent. Erosion in motion, I carve through the doubt, Roots in the struggle, my soul’s in the route. Rise from the trenches with venomous ties, Snakes in disguise, but I sever the lies. Real eyes realize when the pressure ignites, Catchin’ the lines, every hook is precise. Hunger unshaken, no loss to the weight, Chef with the sauce, no recipe fakes. Rare like a diamond, I glisten with grace, Grounded but risin', my roots keep their place. --- [**Verse 3**] Built like a fortress, no cracks in the armor, Hittin’ my stride like a lyrical bomber. I steer with no wheel, my fate’s in my hand, Turnin' the odds into parts of the plan. Catchin’ the beat, let it bleed when I chop, Every rhyme I unleash is a brick for the block. Killin’ the sound but my flow’s stayin’ chill, Every word that I drop is a flex of my will. Breakin’ it down, then I build from the dust, Skill in the craft is a matter of trust. Peers stay behind when I rev up the gear, No brakes on the drive, my arrival is clear. --- [**Verse 4**] Bare arms, bear harm, sharpen my claws, Strings pull the game, no applause for the cause. Caught in my web, now you tangled in fate, Threads of my grind keep the stakes up in place. I read through the lines, they just sign to escape, Pages I write turn the game to my shape. Blood in the ink, every verse is a blade, Cut through the noise like a fade in the shade. Time on my side, every tick that I drop, Clocks in the rhythm, I’m settin’ the plot. Wealth in my wisdom, my words are the throne, While they flex with the gold, I build up my own.
