(chorus) I’ma hit you with the venom — every bar apply pressure, Every syllable splits rhythm when I send ’em in measured, You don’t want the tension — silence when I’m in front of you, This is pure ascension — melting weak defenses with sentences, Feel the energy when the pen spin reckless, Venom in the rhythm — each word infectious. I’ma hit you with the venom — every bar apply pressure, Every syllable splits rhythm when I send ’em in measured, You don’t want the tension — silence when I’m in front of you, This is pure ascension — melting weak defenses with sentences, Feel the energy when the pen spin reckless, Venom in the rhythm — each word infectious. (Verse 1 – 32 Bars) You been wolfing online all night, Put the phone down — meet up, let’s settle this mic fight. Forget the rap talk — step in the booth, let’s squabble, I ain’t Superman, but I’ll drop you till your cadence wobble. Hit a 1-2 combo — what you wanna do? Stamina loaded just to deal with dudes like you (on the set). Mano y mano — lump the bars you redo, Leave your verse stitched like a rhyme tattoo (on the set). Drag your weak lines straight through mud, You tag me thinking I won’t show? Bruh — I flood. Banner hanging, lungs banging when the tone start ringing, Crowd gathers — I pull up like “this my kingdom.” What is you thinking? I fade every one of your bars, You can throw dirt at my name — My pen swallow squads. Knocking verses out — that’s why I stay in the weight room (lifting), When I hit your lines, it’s a one-way tomb (you crazy). Heard it before from critics I’ve outwritten, Every wack rapper got someone calling my phone with fiction. Talk heavy but your fabric don’t back it, Every jab you throw bends backward — tragic. You passive, pretending you savage, Your catalog broken — scattered fragments. (Chorus – 6 Bars) I’ma hit you with the venom — every bar apply pressure, Every syllable splits rhythm when I send ’em in measured, You don’t want the tension — silence when I’m in front of you, This is pure ascension — melting weak defenses with sentences, Feel the energy when the pen spin reckless, Venom in the rhythm — each word infectious. (Verse 2 – 32 Bars) They think it’s just rap (forget that talk), Wolfing online till I pull up and the energy crack (what’s good?). At every show — pen tucked in case I must check y’all cap, If not for music, I’d never have met y’all act. Outta shape sometimes, but breathwork elite, Technique loaded anytime someone think they compete. Don’t care how big your verses are — Step wrong, your whole structure gets swept on the beat. Wild writer — kill a beat if I must, Chilling — not tripping, Rappers act tough online but in person glitching. Talk big but won’t walk one, Call fades but never caught one, I’ll disrespect your whole discography bad — Have you pacing at the pad like “start one.” Not rocking with foul-style spitters, Know where I’m at but won’t get down — quitters. Rap about life but ain’t about the letters, Comedy out the booth — old clown figures. Ghost-town mindset and the crimson pen hanging, Forget rap talk, forget whatever you claiming. Forget you and anybody echoing your energy — From squad to demos — I’m not playing. Spot me through shutters if you think you out-flow, Promoters blowing up the line like, “Please don’t out-show.” I grow — you plateau, that’s ratio, Your base stay hollow — mine payload. (chorus) I’ma hit you with the venom — every bar apply pressure, Every syllable splits rhythm when I send ’em in measured, You don’t want the tension — silence when I’m in front of you,This is pure ascension — melting weak defenses with sentences, Feel the energy when the pen spin reckless, Venom in the rhythm (Verse 3 – 32 Bars) Typing like a titan but timid in booths, Mic down — step up — let’s verify truth. All that wolfing in your stories collapse when I’m in view, I’m not violent — but lyrically bury whole crews. Bars swing like haymakers — break foundations, You shaking — cadence draining like dehydration. I accelerate through every vibration, Your statements vacant — I renovate creations. Slip in syntax, trip in your pitch, Jump me with fillers but that gimmick won’t stick. My pen spinning — your bars thinning — difference is this: Your delivery rumor — mine physically equipped. Want a squabble in the stanza? Step in the ring, I dismantle every pattern you cling to and cling. Your punches don’t land — My conjunctions swing, Conditioned like training with dictionary discipline. Cardio with consonants, stamina in vowels, Every line a left hook — every metaphor growls. I reroute your style, turn miles into trials, You fragile — been that way awhile. Foundation titanium, yours paper when stressed, Your breath breaks — mine stays in the chest You pressed — step back, reassess, Every test I progress — threat you detest. Venom in the veins of the verse I design, Staccato in the chop of the syllable line, Fusion of battle with vertical climb — Hybrid evolution — every bar refined (chorus) I’ma hit you with the venom — every bar apply pressure, Every syllable splits rhythm when I send ’em in measured, You don’t want the tension — silence when I’m in front of you,This is pure ascension — melting weak defenses with sentences, Feel the energy when the pen spin reckless, Venom in the rhythm
