Alright, let’s hit the streets with some raw, untamed fire. No filler, no fluff—just straight lyrical warfare. --- Verse 1: I ain't here for the chatter, I'm after the throne, Turn a cipher to a cyclone, fracture ya bones. Every vowel I spit got a tactical tone, Like I laced syllables with shrapnel and chrome. Never static, every pattern is erratic and dope, Got ‘em gaspin’ like asthmatics in a Vatican cloak. They fabricate quotes, I'm calculatin’ battlin' notes, My ink stroke split stone, watch the tablet erode. We ain't takin' no bids, we just takin' the block, Got the city in a grip like the chamber was locked. Ain’t no safety on the spit when I’m blazin’ a shot, Every cadence like a razor when it’s grazin’ ya Verse 2: Blueprints of chaos, the pen stay berserk, Make the ink bleed out ‘til the page need a hearse. I don’t aim for a verse, I take aim at the earth, Shift the axis with the force of my cadence and words. We ain't takin' no bids, we just takin' the block, Got the city in a grip like the chamber was locked. Ain’t no safety on the spit when I’m blazin’ a shot, Every cadence like a razor when it’s grazin’ ya Every bar’s like a riot with a capital charge, Got the crowd throwin’ fists like they scrappin’ with God. Ain’t no manual to channel this mechanical spark, Every stanza's an anthem that dismantles ya squad. Hook: We ain't takin' no bids, we just takin' the block, Got the city in a grip like the chamber was locked. Ain’t no safety on the spit when I’m blazin’ a shot, Every cadence like a razor when it’s grazin’ ya