--- You said “go earn it” — I’m the paycheck’s ghost, Every line I deposit leaves your balance broke. You flex in the dark, but I built the grid, Cut the power on your verse, now the crowd’s gone mid. You glitch in the code? I’m the system reboot, I debug your myth while they chant my root. You sip pain? I distilled it — made courage from the burn, I turn trauma into trophies while you still can’t learn. You talk God in a gunshot? I talk peace and survive, I resurrect from the wreck with a verse that’s alive. You the cowboy coffin? I’m the preacher’s tone, Drop bars like commandments, every vowel’s stone. You wanted a rival — now the mirror’s cracked, I’m the ghost in your echo, and I ain’t lookin’ back. This ain’t a dare, it’s a eulogy’s art, I don’t play fair either — I just play smart. --- HOOK — Hell’s Gates Opened Open up… Open up… When the hell-gates open, better watch your step, All the monsters I buried start crawlin’ out my chest. I don’t break, I erupt — I’m the ash in your breath, Every bar is a demon that’s been starved to death. When the hell-gates open, ain’t no mercy inside, I’m the voice in the smoke, and the fear you can’t hide. Let the flames drag you under, hear the verdict I spit — If you stand in my path, then you’re burnin’ with it. Open up… Open up… --- BRIDGE — The Fire Calls I hear the whispers risin’, crawlin’ up your spine, Every fear you been hidin’ now is bleedin’ through the lines. Step into the circle, feel the ground start to shake, Once the darkness pulls you in, there ain’t no clean escape. Your heartbeat tremblin’, cracked like a weakened drum, You can try to outrun fate — but the shadows always come. This is where the brave break, where the weak get undone, Where the truth strips your soul till there’s nowhere to run. --- OUTRO — Satan Speaks (Fictional Character) Come closer, child… I’ve been watchin’ you climb. I’ve seen the rage in your spirit and the steel in your rhyme. You tore through his verses, left his pride in the dust — You answered the call of the fire… and answered it with trust. I didn’t choose you — you walked straight to the flame, Carved your fear into power, made a throne from your pain. And now this battlefield trembles every time you breathe, ’Cause the ones who walk through hell… never bow when they leave. Go on. Finish him. The gates are open — and you command the heat. --- KILL SHOT BAR I didn’t beat your verse, I erased your existence — left your name on the track as a caution, not a witness. ---
