[Intro: venomous clear chopper vocal delivery] Sorry, wait what the fuck na what the fuck do i have to be sorry for? is it time ? fuck it not my problem (let your inner world show) oh really are they ready for that (why do you care they don't) shit lets do it (no mercy let it out) 1000% lyrical bloodbath i hear that (show them how words can kill~) [Verse 1 :venomous clear chopper vocal delivery ] Step in the arena, leave your ego at the door, You looking for a battle? You ain't ready for a war. Rapid-fire ballistic, tactical execution, Zero hesitation, ain't no room for absolution! I come from the concrete, pressure made the diamond hard, Catch you slipping out of bounds and leave you on the boulevard. You talking tough online, but when you see me face-to-face, You're stuttering and backtracking, erasing all your trace! I'm spitting venom like a viper in the middle of the night, Turning every single critic into collateral in sight. No warning shots, no talking, just a flash and then it's done, I run the whole circuit while you're looking for a gun! [Bridge: venomous clear chopper vocal delivery] (Inner voice 1): "They thought it was a game." (Inner voice 2): "Show them what a real war looks like." (Inner voice 1): "Lock and load." (Inner voice 2): "Let 'em have it." [Verse 2: venomous and furious chopper vocal delivery] I'm locked in like a soldier with a target in the crosshairs, Sweeping through your block and clearing out the whole square. You think you're a heavy hitter? You're a lightweight fraud, Praying to a fake god while you're dodging the squad. I slice through your ego like a scalpel in the dark, Every bar a bullet leaving a permanent mark. No mercy for the weak, no quarter for the fake, Look at all the terror that my syllables can make! You built a house of cards, I'm bringing down the whole frame, Burying your legacy and spitting on your name. From the gutter to the throne, I dictate the terms, Leaving all you little frauds for the dirt and the worms! [Chorus: venomous clear chopper vocal delivery] War cry ringing through the concrete canyons! Leaving bodies dropping like abandoned companions! You wanted the smoke? Now you're choking on the ash, Taking everything you built and turning it to trash! Lethal injection of rhythm and syntax, Ain't nobody surviving when I'm running down the tracks! Pure gangster grit, absolute destruction, Welcome to the end of your pathetic production! [Verse 3: venomous and rapid chopper vocal delivery] Disconnect the microphone, you're speaking to a ghost, I'm the nightmare haunting every rapper on the coast. Calculating every syllable, precision on the strike, Leaving every single rival frozen at the mic! You're a ripple in the ocean, I'm a tsunami wave, Digging up your hollow reputation to the grave. Fall back in formation or get trampled in the dust, Every word I spit is turning iron into dust! You can call the reinforcements, call the cavalry around, When I'm done with you, there ain't a footprint left unbound. Unapologetic force, unstoppable and raw, Laying down the verdict and enforcing every law! Bridge: venomous clear chopper vocal delivery] (Inner voice 1): "They thought it was a game." (Inner voice 2): "Show them what a real war looks like." (Inner voice 1): "Lock and load." (Inner voice 2): "Let 'em have it." [Verse 4: venomous and relentless chopper vocal delivery] Absolute dominance, I shatter every glass ceiling, Leaving every opponent with a permanent sick feeling. You're a paperback novelist in a heavyweight bout, One punch from my lexicon and lights go out! Perpetual motion of destruction in the flesh, Keeping every rival bleeding, gasping, breathless! No quarter given, no negotiations made, Your standing in the wreckage, debts left unpaid The executioner has arrived, the final word is spoken, Every single barrier you trusted is now broken. Take a final bow before I wipe you from the scene, Witness the efficiency of my machine! [Chorus: venomous clear chopper vocal delivery] War cry ringing through the concrete canyons! Leaving bodies dropping like abandoned companions! You wanted the smoke? Now you're choking on the ash, Taking everything you built and turning it to trash! Lethal injection of rhythm and syntax, Ain't nobody surviving when I'm running down the tracks! Pure gangster grit, absolute destruction, Welcome to the end of your pathetic production! [Bridge: venomous clear chopper vocal delivery] (Inner voice 1): "They thought it was a game." (Inner voice 2): "Show them what a real war looks like." (Inner voice 1): "Lock and load." (Inner voice 2): "Let 'em have it." [Outro: venomous clear chopper vocal delivery] Game over. Check the scoreboard. You asked for the war. Now live with the aftermath OH YEAH, YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH IT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THESE BODIES
