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hateful strings (published)

[Intro] I'm walkin' through symphonies of lies, Every melody cryin' is just truth in disguise... [Verse 1] Cracks in the pavement, shadows of a city condemned, Politicians preaching, broken symphonies again, Strings pull tight as puppets dance on a thread, Promises like bows, playing requiems of dread. I'm spittin' acid melodies, phonetically twisted, My enemies listed, their legacy scripted in elegies cryptic, Witness the friction depicted, conflicted visions convicted, System encrypted, fists lift, resistance unrestricted. Feel the cello notes crushin' bones, symphonic revolt, As reality splits throats, hope drowns slow in lyrical moats. [Chorus] Watch it burn, watch it break, Strings of fate, souls at stake. We scream but never learn, Cities crumble, watch 'em turn. I'm the rage beneath the score, Truth like thunder, hard to ignore. [Verse 2] My narrative weaves through dreams, threads frayed at the seams, Schemes that bleed streams, societal regime's obscene, I pen rhymes darker than Caravaggio scenes, Hollow hearts scream as Apocalyptica strings intervene. I maneuver through illusions, truth collusions, Verbal contusions, bruising false conclusions, Symphonic retribution, my voice an execution, Silencing delusion, this lyrical revolution. [Final Verse] Orchestral flames engulf lies, truth's symphonic reprise, Eloquence amplified, the city’s demise immortalized, Every rhyme, an arrow through corrupted marrow, Cellos bellow, as I spit lyrical tarot, My flow shifts faster than bullets through hollow chambers, A lyrical ranger, danger to political strangers. The strings weep, justice not blind, just asleep, I shake the foundations, awaken truth buried deep, I'm the poet's rebellion, symphony’s dark tellin', Exposing every felon, every lie they're sellin'. [Final Chorus] Watch it burn, watch it break, Strings of fate, souls at stake. We scream but never learn, Cities crumble, watch 'em turn. I'm the rage beneath the score, Truth like thunder, hard to ignore. [Outro] And when the final note fades, silence speaks loudest, In ruins, the truth survives the proudest.