Playing It Straight Alt

🎤 Hook (Sermon Pulse Flow – Ruthless Chant) Play it straight, then the ghosts get smoked / Fade in light or they choke on code. Real ones rise, no mask, no bait / We don’t bend, just detonate fate. 🔥 Verse 1 – (Machine-Gun Cadence / Memory Incision) Plasma drip in the panic zone / Tried breach with a static tone. Ran ops in a fractured dome— Left marks in the marrow, chrome. Pain got etched in a pulse-based crawl / Dreams got cracked when the wires stalled. Felt that hit in a frost-glazed hall— But I stood with the facts, no fall. Four-bar brick with a venomous flow / Each bar built like a militant code. Kept my file clean—no ghost-mode glow / Played it straight, now the wicked explode. 🔫 Verse 2 – (Sermon Pulse Flow / Indictment Grip) Stayed on spine. Kept that clean. Didn't fold. Still seen. Snakes in silk, but the fangs got glitched / Files got fried when the light got switched. No compromise in a zone that screams— Play it true, watch the virus steam. No steel needed—my stance is flame / Ghosts collapse when you state your name. I don’t beg. I frame, then lock— Ruthless grace in a trauma block. 💣 Verse 3 – (Cipher Drift Bounce / Soul Trial Confession) Tried playin’ dirt? They dissolve in blast / I walked the straight—now they fractured glass. Didn’t snitch, didn’t twitch, just froze— Then burned 'em slow through the code that knows. Told that truth through a metric gauge / Rhyme-built cells like a courtroom cage. Play it straight—don’t need no blade / I spit grand juries from vocal raids. No cappin’—just trap in law / Every verse strike like a justice saw. I don’t hide in the blood-stained bait— I hold ground ‘cause I played it straight. 🧨 Verse 4 – (Machine-Gun Close / Mental Fortress Lockdown) Immune to breach, I’m a firewall vest / Stacked in bars like a court address. Every opp got a countdown click / When I rhyme that true, the illusions flip. Ran no flex, just pure decode / Play it clean, and the filth unloads. Didn’t shoot, didn’t dip, just rose— Now they locked in verse like a courtroom froze. Damage done, but I ride through flame / No grime fake ever break my name. Straight-line stance, but I hold that weight— And I seal their fate with a mic-engraved plate. 🎤 Hook (Reprise) Play it straight, then the ghosts get smoked / Fade in light or they choke on code. Real ones rise, no mask, no bait / We don’t bend, just detonate fate.