Yeah… Listen close… Engines running… fumes in the air… Diesel in the bloodstream — venom in the stare… Toxic… Toxic fight style — step in the ring with a venomous grin Every bar I drop got the poison within Steel in the lungs when the diesel kicks in Night gets darker and the whole room spins Toxic fight style — sharp like a blade in the fog Eyes on the prize while I move through the smog Foot on the gas while the system’s in shock One wrong move and the whole thing drops Move with the venom — adrenaline level is nuclear Step to the mic and the temperature’s lunar Cold like a freezer — ruthless manoeuvre Every line sharp like a surgical suture Click — reload — venom injection Bars hit harder than a diesel combustion Sound of the bass like tectonic eruption Crowd goes silent — moment of disruption Eyes on the field and I read every motion Calm in the chaos, I swim in the ocean Most of these rappers just drift in the potion I bring the toxin — corrosion explosion Flash of the lights and the skyline fractures Every bar written like war-time chapters Step too close and the atmosphere captures Toxic fumes in the room — disaster Toxic fight style — step in the ring with a venomous grin Every bar I drop got the poison within Steel in the lungs when the diesel kicks in Night gets darker and the whole room spins Toxic fight style — sharp like a blade in the fog Eyes on the prize while I move through the smog Foot on the gas while the system’s in shock One wrong move and the whole thing drops Pressure building like a tank on ignition Mind too sharp for the weak competition Vision too clear — thermal precision Strike too quick for the opposition Clockwork mind with a predator stare Every move calculated with care You hear the bass when I enter the lair Diesel fumes thick in the midnight air They want the throne but they don't want the fight Don't want the dark — they just want the light Don't want the scars that come with the night I built my empire inside that bite Every bar venom — venomous art Pulse of the rave like a mechanical heart From the underground tearing the charts Toxic fight style — tearing apart Slow breath… Heart rate steady… Venom in the bloodstream… Ready… Step in the chamber — the pressure ignites Predator stare when I enter the fight Most of these rappers just bark in the night I’m the venomous blade in the flickering light Strike like lightning — fracture the frame Bars so toxic they damage the brain You want the war but you can't take the pain I built my throne in the acid and flame Heart of a fighter — blood of a storm Raised in the chaos the venom was born Every bar sharp like a jagged thorn Soundwave tearing the system apart Click — detonate — lyrical blast Foot on the gas when the sirens all pass You try step up but you fade too fast This toxic fight style built to outlast Vision too cold — predator sight Every move surgical — cut through the hype I don't just spit — I ignite every mic Whole sound system erupts when I strike Toxic fight style — step in the ring with a venomous grin Every bar I drop got the poison within Steel in the lungs when the diesel kicks in Night gets darker and the whole room spins Toxic fight style — sharp like a blade in the fog Eyes on the prize while I move through the smog Foot on the gas while the system’s in shock One wrong move and the whole thing drops Engines still running… Smoke in the skyline… You feel that pressure in the air? That’s the poison spreading. Toxic fight style… Not just bars… Not just rhythm… It’s war in sonic form. Every beat — a heartbeat. Every bar — a strike. And when the dust settles… Only the venom survives. Diesel running through the bloodstream… Fight style locked in. Game over init bruv!
