Lyrical Vendetta

[Intro] You been talkin’… now it’s my turn… You ain't built for this war. Lemme show you how a lyrical assassin moves. Let’s go! [Verse 1: Controlled & Lethal Start, Gradually Speeding Up] Look, I been grindin’, stackin’ these wins, While you stayin’ broke with a mouth full of sins, Talkin’ that trash like you run with the kings, But you just a peasant that’s beggin’ for spins. Pull up, I’m lacin’ the boots, Every bar that I spit is a laser that shoots, You be claimin’ you big but you softer than flutes, Put your whole damn career in a noose. I been the predator, fed up with replicas, step to the legend, I sever competitors, Venomous, pen is just rippin’ through sentences, wreckin’ the doubters and buryin’ skeptics, uh! Talkin’ that talk, better back it up, Midwest chop, I’ma stack it up, Your whole damn squad ain't fast enough, Body every beat, then wrap it up. [Hook: Heavy Hitting, Repetitive for Impact, Layered Ad-Libs] (Boom! Boom!) Watch ‘em drop when the shots go off, Lyrical vendetta, I can’t turn soft! Every verse like a Molotov, Step to the mic, I set it off! [Verse 2: Midwest Chopper Flow, High-Speed Execution] "Look at ‘em runnin’, they tremblin’, fumblin’, Actin’ like killers but really just mumblin’, I see through the gimmicks, the image is crumblin’, You lackin’ the skill, you ain't even a struggle, man. " Look at ‘em runnin’, they tremblin’, fumblin’, Actin’ like killers but really just mumblin’, I see through the gimmicks, the image is crumblin’, You lackin’ the skill, you ain't even a struggle, man. I been through the fire, I walked through the storm, Every bar that I spit is a level reborn, When I aim at these lames, better ring the alarm, Put a hole in your ego, the damage is torn. Talkin’ ‘bout money, but where’s your deposit? Claimin’ you poppin’, but barely a topic, Run up on me, I’ma clear out the nonsense, Lyrical shots and I empty the cartridge! (cartridge...cartridge....cartridge) [Bridge: Beat Drops, Dramatic Pause, Low Whispering Voice] This ain't a game… You woke a beast… Better check my stats before you speak… [Verse 3: Final Blow, Switching Flows, Killer Bars] Reload the clip, let it rip, I don’t miss, Pen is the blade and I cut through the list, Anyone steppin’ is leavin’ dismissed, Rap execution, my talent’s a gift! Aimin’ at you with the rhythm, I’m lethal, Callin’ me villain, I’m evil, Takin’ your head like medieval, Leave you deleted, no sequel! You talkin’ tough but I know you ain't built for the ride, Step in my lane and I’ll bury your pride, This ain’t a battle, it’s lyrical homicide, Nobody survives! [Outro] You thought you could step up? You thought you had bars? Now look at you… face down in your own verses… I don't need no crown, I don't need no throne, I just need one mic, let the skill be shown. You came for a war, now ya squad's all gone, Buried in the dirt, where the weak belong. Ain’t no comebacks, ain't no retakes, I don’t do ties, only remakes— And that’s me runnin’ the game again, Vendetta sealed—this is the end. [Sinister laugh, faint sound of a door slamming shut, then silence…]