I twist that flame, then I twist that thought, Hit so hard that the friction spark Make the moon turn green and the Earth stop spin, Roll up trauma, ghost ride sin I’m the god of the grind, lungs built like machines, Words rapid-fire like I’m snortin’ caffeine Blunt in my grip, tongue locked in a seizure, Twista in the temple with the flow of a preacher Every syllable a bullet when I bury my pain, Got strains named murder, got ash in my veins Every rhyme like a ritual, spark that curse, Put your soul in the smoke when I spit that verse I’m a beast in the back of the Chevy, With a brain full of bars and a bag too heavy Got Ghost OG with a splash of venom, And a dab so thick it collapse momentum Every hit like a shot to the dome, I don’t cough, I roar — I’m a beast in a poem And I ride through flames with a joint in my mouth, While I burn past gods on the I-95 route I’m too fast, too loud, too raw, too real, Got trauma in my pen and revenge in my seal I bleed out bars with a twist of the flame, And I light up my name in the mouth of shame See the flow get ugly when I stack that speed, Logic in the tempo, Bone Thugs in the weed Eminem in the mirror when I bite that beat, And I spit so fast, got blood on the sheet Roll up the dope, then lace it with sorrow, Bury my past, light up tomorrow Speak in code with a soul of ash, My rhyme like a blunt that will f*** your past I’m a soldier of smoke with a lyrical saber, Every hit like a cut from a triple-edge razor Inhale pain, exhale rage, Write my sins on a Backwoods page I’m twisted, gifted, burnt-out saint, Talk fast like a preacher who snort cocaine Verse so venom, I infect your brain, With a speed so brutal it distort your name Ayo — Bone Thugs taught me the harmony, Eminem showed me how to carve the beat Twista laced my tongue with a serpent’s hiss, And Logic gave me scope to split the wrist Now I’m fire in a flesh suit, high with a death wish, Crackin’ the ozone with each exhale breath hit Every line I write is a blunt that bleeds, With a tip dipped in the trauma I feed No chorus, no peace, no rest for the raw, I’m a 6-minute storm with a smoke-clogged jaw I don’t just rap — I rage in rhythm, Set fire to the beat and I pray in venom I’m the fast-talkin’, blast-walkin’, hash-god villain, With a flow that’ll twist like a car crash killin’ Every word that I spit got a twist of doom, Like I freestyle from inside a padded room I’m the dark of the blunt, the light of the match, And I spark my thoughts like a bomb dispatch With a strain so rare that the plug start cryin’, And I hit that sh*t ‘til my lungs start dyin’ I don’t chase dreams, I exhale vision, Got a mind like prison with kush precision Every verse like a punch to fate, And I spit real hard ‘til I warp your state Rapid fire — breathless bars, Run through beats like I crash through cars I speak in tongues with a flame on my lip, And I’ll baptize hell with a roach in the pit Got no love for your clean-cut rapper, I chew through flows like a jaw-trap clapper Voice too wild, mind too gone, And I write my truth in the haze of bongs I’m the blueprint burnin’, the outlaw spitter, The kush-fueled monster with a gold-plated trigger Every line like a blast from the past I smoked, And the future’s in flames every time I toke (Final growled bar, beat fades to embers) “You don’t breathe like me… you ain’t built to burn.”
