[Verse] Hands drippin' adamantium, cuttin' through the beat, Wolverine claws scratchin', pavement under feet. Synth beats pulsatin', heart thumpin' raw, Studio's a cage match, spit pristine flaw. [Verse 2] Mic's a weapon sharp, flow tighter than spandex, In the booth I'm Cyclops, no panic, pure reflex. Scratches and scuffs, hard knocks on wax, A symphony of scars, no need for relax. [Chorus] Clang, bang, the metal sings our deeds, X-factor lyricist, in these streets we breed. Healing to the rhythm, heart pounding might, Melodic redemption in the darkest night. [Bridge] Memories etched deep, through the vinyl's groove, From Logan's past, every hurt'd move. Soul's regeneratin', each chorus cured, Melodic smooth cuts, pain's manure. [Verse 3] Vocal cords weaponized, rampage through the charts, Wolverine's narrative, breakin' down these hearts. Drums hittin' harder than a Magneto blast, Lyrics carve the future, never dwellin' past. [Chorus] Clang, bang, the metal sings our deeds, X-factor lyricist, in these streets we breed. Healing to the rhythm, heart pounding might, Melodic redemption in the darkest night.