𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑦

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[Verse 1]
[rap]
(Fast-paced, intricate rhyme flow, percussive)
Walk in the spot, look around — yeah it's ugly (ugly)
Room full of echoes, I'm the only sound that's rugged
My voice a loaded clip, don't even gotta aim (bang)
Every word a signature — I never sign the same
Call me Hannibal, I eat these rappers raw (raw)
Clean the plate, lick the Chianti off my jaw
My tongue a scalpel — slick and surgical, that's poetry (uh huh)
Slice your little scene before you even notice me
I don't rush the beat — nah, I let the beat beg (beg)
My flow like ketamine — you numb from neck to leg
Nod your head... yeah, that's the dosage finally kickin (yeah yeah)
My cadence like a metronome — precise, no slippin
Copy the silhouette — but you can't fake the shadow (nah)
You follow the costume, but there's nothing left to follow
My lines are razor-wire, hold tight — you're losing skin (ouch)
My flow like quicksand — more you struggle, deeper sinkin in
[whisper]
Don't scream... don't shout... I whisper and they scatter
I whisper the truth — and your glass castle shatters (shatters)
I move through beats like a queen on a chessboard... slooow walk
Goldie on the mic... call 9-1-1
This ain't a verse — it's a heist.
And the shit already done. (already done)
[Hook]
(RAP CHANT, REPETITIVE, AGGRESSIVE, NO SINGING)
Hands up — hold your breath — and wait (wait)
This is a robbery — you're already late (too late)
A room full of fakers, with nowhere to go (nowhere)
GET THE FUCK DOWN BITCH — enjoy the show
[Verse 2]
[rap]
(Same fast, intricate rhyme flow)
Back on the mic — miss me, nah nah, don't answer that (nah)
I stick to tracks like a stain on satin — can't scratch it back
My rhymes a tourniquet, I squeeze the scene till it's seized (seized)
Your bars on life support — I just pulled the plug with ease
I read the room like a dealer reads a tell (uh huh)
Know who's bluffin, know who's frontin, know who's scared as hell
These hoes rap like a pharmacy — same script, same shelf (same shit)
Same dose. Same pills. Bitch you boring yourself.
I don't chase the trend — nah nah — the trend chase me (chase me)
My shit age like whiskey, yours expire like meat
And the taste don't fade — every play it get deeper (deeper)
Sit down, take notes — I'm the lesson and the teacher
You google how to rap... I just open my jaw (ha)
Every sentence a sentence — twenty years, no parole
They study my bars like evidence in court (evidence)
Every line a exhibit... every pause...
...a report.
[Build-Up]
I don't need the hook, the verse already ate (ate)
Left the building twenty seconds back — you still can't think straight
You just now figuring out this shit was never a show (never)
[whisper]
It was a robbery.
...and you was late. (too late)
[Hook]
(RAP CHANT, REPETITIVE, AGGRESSIVE, NO SINGING)
Hands up — hold your breath — and wait (wait)
This is a robbery — you're already late (too late)
A room full of fakers, with nowhere to go (nowhere)
GET THE FUCK DOWN BITCH — enjoy the show
[Verse 3]
[rap]
(Slower, heavier delivery)
Dooone... done and dusted — not a fuckin print (clean)
Sweeet... sweet larceny, every bar's been sent
Rewind this shit a hundred times, you still won't crack the code (never)
I left the game in ashes — on a dark and empty road
Black whip purrin... gold drippin off the sun (drippin)
I ghost through the mist, like the smoke from a gun (gone)
Every soul in that room still chokin on the fumes (chokin)
The robbery of your minds was beautiful...
[spoken word]
...it's done. (it's done)
[Hook]
(RAP CHANT, REPETITIVE, AGGRESSIVE, NO SINGING)
Hands up — hold your breath — and wait (wait)
This is a robbery — you're already late (too late)
A room full of fakers, with nowhere to go (nowhere)
GET THE FUCK DOWN BITCH — enjoy the show
[Fade Out]
[End]

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[Verse 1] [rap] (Fast-paced, intricate rhyme flow, percussive) Walk in the spot, look around — yeah it's ugly (ugly) Room full of echoes, I'm the only sound that's rugged My voice a loaded clip, don't even gotta aim (bang) Every word a signature — I never sign the same Call me Hannibal, I eat these rappers raw (raw) Clean the plate, lick the Chianti off my jaw My tongue a scalpel — slick and surgical, that's poetry (uh huh) Slice your little scene before you even notice me I don't rush the beat — nah, I let the beat beg (beg) My flow like ketamine — you numb from neck to leg Nod your head... yeah, that's the dosage finally kickin (yeah yeah) My cadence like a metronome — precise, no slippin Copy the silhouette — but you can't fake the shadow (nah) You follow the costume, but there's nothing left to follow My lines are razor-wire, hold tight — you're losing skin (ouch) My flow like quicksand — more you struggle, deeper sinkin in [whisper] Don't scream... don't shout... I whisper and they scatter I whisper the truth — and your glass castle shatters (shatters) I move through beats like a queen on a chessboard... slooow walk Goldie on the mic... call 9-1-1 This ain't a verse — it's a heist. And the shit already done. (already done) [Hook] (RAP CHANT, REPETITIVE, AGGRESSIVE, NO SINGING) Hands up — hold your breath — and wait (wait) This is a robbery — you're already late (too late) A room full of fakers, with nowhere to go (nowhere) GET THE FUCK DOWN BITCH — enjoy the show [Verse 2] [rap] (Same fast, intricate rhyme flow) Back on the mic — miss me, nah nah, don't answer that (nah) I stick to tracks like a stain on satin — can't scratch it back My rhymes a tourniquet, I squeeze the scene till it's seized (seized) Your bars on life support — I just pulled the plug with ease I read the room like a dealer reads a tell (uh huh) Know who's bluffin, know who's frontin, know who's scared as hell These hoes rap like a pharmacy — same script, same shelf (same shit) Same dose. Same pills. Bitch you boring yourself. I don't chase the trend — nah nah — the trend chase me (chase me) My shit age like whiskey, yours expire like meat And the taste don't fade — every play it get deeper (deeper) Sit down, take notes — I'm the lesson and the teacher You google how to rap... I just open my jaw (ha) Every sentence a sentence — twenty years, no parole They study my bars like evidence in court (evidence) Every line a exhibit... every pause... ...a report. [Build-Up] I don't need the hook, the verse already ate (ate) Left the building twenty seconds back — you still can't think straight You just now figuring out this shit was never a show (never) [whisper] It was a robbery. ...and you was late. (too late) [Hook] (RAP CHANT, REPETITIVE, AGGRESSIVE, NO SINGING) Hands up — hold your breath — and wait (wait) This is a robbery — you're already late (too late) A room full of fakers, with nowhere to go (nowhere) GET THE FUCK DOWN BITCH — enjoy the show [Verse 3] [rap] (Slower, heavier delivery) Dooone... done and dusted — not a fuckin print (clean) Sweeet... sweet larceny, every bar's been sent Rewind this shit a hundred times, you still won't crack the code (never) I left the game in ashes — on a dark and empty road Black whip purrin... gold drippin off the sun (drippin) I ghost through the mist, like the smoke from a gun (gone) Every soul in that room still chokin on the fumes (chokin) The robbery of your minds was beautiful... [spoken word] ...it's done. (it's done) [Hook] (RAP CHANT, REPETITIVE, AGGRESSIVE, NO SINGING) Hands up — hold your breath — and wait (wait) This is a robbery — you're already late (too late) A room full of fakers, with nowhere to go (nowhere) GET THE FUCK DOWN BITCH — enjoy the show [Fade Out] [End]

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