[Verse 1] Yeah, I breathe like a weapon drawn, Every breath a plague-born dawn. Rot on my armor, smog on my skin, One inhale and the war begins. Exhale venom, inhale spite, Filth in my lungs keep the engine bright. Armor of rot, unseen but clear, Guards my rage while it feeds your fear. --- [Verse 2] You see lungs, I see decay, Every cough got a debt to pay. No grace can guard like poison can, No light hit harder than a ruined man. Angels swing? I just breathe. Let the fumes choke what they believe. Hope inhale, rot exhale, Smogstorm rise and the strong turn frail. --- [Verse 3] Every breath align with blight, Echo deep through a smothered night. I don’t fight with peace or soul, I defend with toxic control. Armor built from every sigh, Every scar that refused to die. I ain’t wrapped in heaven’s sense, I wear pure chemical offense. --- [Verse 4] Breath the armor, voice the flame, Acid etch the Rocket name. When I speak, I split the air, Fumes ignite what you call prayer. I don’t panic. I persist. Armor forged in toxic mist. No retreat, no second guess, Rot my armor, smog my vest. --- [Verse 5] Armor of rot don’t fade or crack, Lab-born film on a black-red back. Every gasp got corruption sound, Every rhythm turns battleground. Fear dissolves, love disarms, Venom blessed with criminal charm. Armor steady, heart obsessed, Breathing death while feeling blessed. --- [Verse 6] Yeah, my breath infect the curse, Rot drip heavy in every verse. I don’t pray, I just inhale, Toxic haze become my trail. Every exhale prophecy, Every lung monstrosity. Armor built from poison deep, While angels fall and demons weep. --- [Verse 7] Rot don’t whisper. Rot command. Armor breathed by a wicked hand. Every word from venom sent, Shield of sludge, black sacrament. You can’t pierce what filth has made, This protection never fade. Armor wrap from chest to crown, Every breath crush strongholds down. --- [Verse 8] I walk through war with rot inside, Smog and madness as my guide. Flesh may twitch, but nerves don’t yield, Fumes my blade and decay my shield. Armor unseen but always real, Formed from wounds I never heal. Each inhale, I stake my claim, Toxic blood defend my name. --- [Verse 9] They say armor weigh too much, But this rot feel light to touch. Every trial, I respirate, Fan the fumes and incinerate. Armor built from every breath, Breathing ruin into death. No retreat, my chest expand, Toxic oxygen command. --- [Verse 10] Every wound I once endured, Turned through poison, not quite cured. Rotten healing, rhythm still, Armor shaped by chaos’ will. I don’t wheeze. I terrify. Each exhale make heroes cry. Armor glow from haze within, This the breath that punishes sin. --- [Verse 11] Now my lungs like toxic halls, Echo void when darkness calls. Armor of rot, my cursed code, Walk of wrath, eternal mode. Every pulse of tainted air, Keeps me feared in any lair. Armor forged in chemical depth, Guard my reign till final breath. --- [Outro] Yeah… Armor of rot. Invisible. Real. No metal match the ruin I wield. Every inhale claim my throne. Every exhale turn fear to stone. I don’t fight with heaven’s might. I breathe corruption through the fight. Armor of rot. I wear that flame. King Koff reign— immune to shame. R’s up.
