I step in the booth like a villain reborn, blood on the moon and the silence is torn, venomous thoughts and they sharpen my form, storm in my lungs and I’m fully transformed. Walking through hell but I’m dressed like a king, cold in my chest but I still let it sing, pain in the melody, death in the strings, every note heavy like iron with wings. Back from the grave and I’m cracking the stone, built from the fire, I was raised all alone, hate in my veins but I made it my throne, now when they speak, they just mimic my tone. Lethal, I’m evil, I feed on the fear, people can feel when the demon is near, stare in my eyes and the ending is clear, I am the nightmare they prayed wouldn’t appear. Cut from a cloth that was soaked in despair, life gave me poison, I learned to prepare, walk with the wolves and I learned how to tear, now I leave bodies and silence in air. Cold like December, I bury the sun, loaded with trauma but still on the run, heart like a trigger, I’m never undone, look at the damage and tell me who won. Talk like a prophet but move like a ghost, I do the most while they brag and they boast, came from the bottom where hope was a joke, now I’m the flame and they’re choking on smoke. Pressure created the diamond I wear, look at the scars, every cut is a prayer, built every stair while they stared in despair, now I’m too high for their ladders to reach there. I got a mind like a riot at night, thoughts full of thunder and visions of light, fight after fight and I still never bite, I just keep aiming and hitting it right. I am the storm and the calm never came, life was a match and I learned how to flame, nobody gave me a shot in the game, now they all study the sound of my name. Lethal, the title is stitched in my skin, every defeat was a reason to win, sin after sin, I was molded within, now I make legends from where I have been. They want the glory but never the scars, never the nights where you battle your stars, never the pain when you’re healing in dark, never the war when your soul leaves a mark. I had to crawl through the ash and the dirt, smiling while carrying all of the hurt, lessons were brutal but made me alert, now every bar make the whole planet jerk. I got a voice like a blade in the rain, beautiful violence and elegant pain, chains in my memory, ghosts in my brain, still I keep running through all of the strain. Look at the sky, I was born for the climb, dripping in venom and dressed in my prime, every line written like organized crime, every syllable cut with the sharpest design. I’m not a hero, I never pretend, I am the message they fail to defend, I am the storm at the beautiful end, I am the reason the weak never mend. Built from the losses and sharpened by rage, animal trapped and escaped from the cage, now when I step they remember the stage, every appearance like turning a page. I got the hunger of wolves in the snow, ice in my blood but the furnace still glows, nobody knows how the darkness can grow, when you keep feeding the wounds that won’t close. I learned to smile while the knife went in slow, learned every face that would switch for the show, now I just move and I let the wind blow, watching the snakes while they dance down below. Lethal, I’m speaking in surgical tones, cutting through lies and dismantling clones, building my empire from ashes and bones, I made a castle from all of my stones. I got ambition that never will sleep, promises buried too heavy to keep, dreams in the basement and ghosts in the deep, still I go harder while others just weep. People be talking but nothing is real, I can detect every fake by the feel, pain taught me things that no teacher could teach, some of the truths only silence can preach. I had to bleed just to learn how to heal, carry the weight till my spine turned to steel, now when I move it’s a dangerous appeal, I am the proof every wound can be real. I keep it honest, no sugar, no glaze, I’ve seen the endings and walked through the blaze, mind full of smoke and my soul in a haze, still I keep building impossible days. There was a time I was lost in the static, mind going dark and the nights automatic, life was chaotic and pain was dramatic, now I turn trauma to something cinematic. Every betrayal just made me precise, every mistake had a terrible price, cold as the winter but sharp as the ice, I had to gamble and roll with the dice. Now I’m a problem they cannot contain, flood in the city and ash in the rain, breaking the ceiling and bending the frame, I made the pressure and mastered the pain. Lethal, I move like a shadow at noon, quiet but everyone feels it too soon, look at the stars and the shape of the moon, destiny plays like a dangerous tune. I’m not impressed by the flex and the chains, real ones are built when surviving the strain, real ones are forged when they stand in the flame, real ones keep moving when nobody came.
