In the heart of the city, where the nights ain't pretty, A soul that glows, pure, without pity. Crystalline clear, like a diamond in the rough, No need for the bluff, this spirit's tough enough. And I'm walking the streets, with a rhythm so neat, Dodging the heat, never facing defeat. No scream. No smoke in the air, no bottle, no pill, Just a natural flair, and an iron-strong will. Chill. Crystalline soul, in a world so cold, No drugs to roll, just goals to hold, This soul's on patrol, pure gold. Shadows of doubt, whispers shout, This soul stands out, transcends everything, without a doubt. Eyes like the stars, mind clear as a day, No need for bars of a narcotic sway. Through the jungle of concrete, this spirit dances, Taking no chances, with life's advances. A drop of hope, in a sea of despair, Climbing life's slope, with unparalleled flair. No chains, no cages, just freedom and light, Writing new pages, in the dead of night. Clear sight. Through the highs and the lows, this soul never sways, Like a river, it flows, in mysterious ways. Each step I take, I leave a mark, On the paths it makes, smart, out of the dark. A story of resilience, a tale of might. Stride unshaken, in the urban maze, delight. Stride unshaken, in the urban maze, delight. Taken. By illusions unswayed, I'm amazed A soul unbound, from the chains of vice, I'm living in a paradise. Walking the line, in a world off track, With a shine so divine, there's no looking back. A testament to will, a monument of grace, In a world standing still, they chase, the drugs, the weed. Always in the need of something stronger, Beating the soul with adiction, it wants no longer. No potions, no pills, just an undying need to see In the midst of life’s ills, they find their wrath in me. Walking the line, in a world off track, With a shine so divine, there's no looking back. Walking the line, in a world off track, With a shine so divine, there's no looking back. A testament to will, a monument of grace, In a world standing still, they chase, the drugs, the weed. Always in the need of something stronger, Beating the soul with adiction, it wants no longer.

Twist the fabric, reality's elastic, Thoughts like lightning, fantastically drastic, In the mind's eye, all laws are plastic, Mental alchemy, something more than classic. Navigate the maze, a mental acrobat, Beyond everything, where the magic's at, Leap the abyss, on thoughts we sprout, Mind that, that's what it's all about. Quantum leaps, in the synapse gaps, Reality bends, under mental wraps, Defy gravity, in circuit laps, Mind over matter, collab the lap, collapse the maps. With every thought, a new dimension, Invisible realms, too vast to mention, In the fabric of space, tension and suspension, Mind's power, the ultimate ascension. Twist the fabric, reality's elastic, Thoughts like lightning, fantastically drastic, In the mind's eye, all laws are plastic, Mental alchemy, something more than classic. Navigate the maze, a mental acrobat, Like waves, crash against, the shore of the real, In the ocean of consciousness, it's the ideal we feel, Bending the cosmos with intangible zeal, Mind over matter, most authentic deal. In the labyrinth of neurons, find the path untread, in the cosmic tread, Mental giants we become, no fear, no dread, In the dominion of thought, endlessly fed. Through the storms of doubt, the mind is leaking, In the dark of uncertainty, its the light we're seeking, Overcoming odds, we're mentally peaking, Mind over matter, the truth it's speaking. Reality's a symphony, Thoughts compose of the melody of our destiny, Mastering the mental, breaking free from the entropy, power of thought, find the ultimate epiphany. So with the might of thoughts, the unknown is uttered, In the realm of the mental, I'm transcendental. Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter, a mantra, a creed, In the garden of the psyche, we planted the seed, Nurturing possibilities, in thought we lead, In the universe of the mind, we're forever freed. In the universe of the mind, we're forever freed. Twist the fabric, reality's elastic, Thoughts like lightning, fantastically drastic, In the mind's eye, all laws are plastic, Mental alchemy, something more than classic. Navigate the maze, a mental acrobat, Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter, a mantra, a creed. Twist the fabric, reality's elastic, Thoughts like lightning, fantastically drastic, In the mind's eye, all laws are plastic, Reality's elastic, Thoughts like lightning, fantastically drastic, In the mind's eye, all laws are plastic, Reality's elastic, Thoughts like lightning, fantastically drastic, In the mind's eye, all laws are plastic. Reality's elastic, Thoughts like lightning, fantastically drastic, In the mind's eye, all laws are plastic.

In the mind, the twisted thoughts rewind, Echoes bounce off the walls, in shadows false remorse. Breaking norms like a storm, my words they reform, Rhymes twist and turn, in a non-standard form. Twisted brain, insane game, my lyricals never tame, Flowing like a flame, in this hip-hop train. Jigsaw puzzles in my head, each piece a lyric unsaid, Drawing the story, coloring in red in that blead. A shadow beat, my rhyme In the mind, the twisted thoughts rewind, Echoes bounce off the walls, in shadows false remorse. Breaking norms like a storm, my words they reform, Rhymes that twist and turn, in a non-standard form. the twisted thoughts rewind, Echoes bounce off the walls, in shadows false remorse. Breaking norms like a storm, my words they reform, Rhymes that twist and turn, in a non-standard form. Twisted brain, insane game, my lyricals never tame, Flowing like a flame, in this hip-hop train. Jigsaw puzzles in my head, each piece a lyric unsaid, Drawing the story, coloring in red that blead. A shadow beat, my rhythm of the street. Crafting a narrative, bitter and sweet. Listen! Can you hear the sound, where norms are bound? I'm rewriting the rules, in my lyrical ground. Mind's a maze, a craze, setting the stage ablaze, Each word a phase, in my twisted brain's essays. Speaking in riddles, solving puzzles in the middle, Flowing unrestricted Twisted brain, a lyrical train, never mundane, In hip-hop terrain, I reign. In the world of the sane, I might seem insane, But in my twisted brain, I'm the king, the main. No standard verse or rehearsed curse, Just an unorthodox universe, in each verse. Through the brain of thoughts, reality distorts, I walk the less traveled paths, breaking all sorts. Ideas clashing, like lightning flashing, In the abstract, the norms subtract, I paint my words, a surreal act. Verses blend, blend, on the edge they tend, In a world of the straight line, I'm the curve, the trend. Nerves bent. Echoing in the void, silence is destroyed, My verses float, in the cosmic asteroid. No pattern, no form, just a lyrical storm, Breaking barriers, in mind's norm. A rebel in the verse, a curse to the rehearse, Each line a universe, diverse, immerse. In the sea of the plain, I'm the unpredictable rain, In the domain of the mundane, I carry the unchained brain. I craft my words, like arrows in the gallows. A poet in the night, under the moon light shadows. Crafting verses that ignite, with all my might, travels to the other side, forever. In the abstract, the norms subtract, I paint my words, a surreal act. Verses blend, blend, on the edge they tend, In a world of the straight line, I'm the curve, the trend. Echoing in the void, silence is destroyed, My verses float, in the cosmic asteroid. No pattern, no form, just a lyrical storm, Breaking barriers, in mind's norm. The twisted thoughts rewind, Echoes bounce off the walls, shadows false remorse. Breaking norms like a storm, my words they reform, Rhymes that twist and turn, in a non-standard form. Twisted brain, insane game, my lyrics never tame, Flowing like a flame, in this hip-hop train. Jigsaw puzzles in my head, each piece a lyric unsaid, Drawing the story, coloring in red that blead. A shadow beat, my rhythm of the street. Crafting a narrative, bitter and sweet. Listen! Can you hear the sound, where norms are bound? Listen! Can you hear the sound, where norms are bound? Listen! Can you hear the sound, where norms are bound? Listen!

Gliding over rivers, my reflection shivers, In the sun's glimmers, my soul delivers. In the breeze, I seize ease, a lyrical tease, Nature's masterpiece, in the skies, I'm at peace. Hovering in the air, without a single care, Dancing with a flair, life's a fair affair. My verses, a journey, on a rhythmic gurney, Through the meadows, in a poetic tourney. Like a dragonfly, my thoughts multiply, In the sky's canvas, my dreams I apply. Riding the winds, where the new begins, In the world of sins, my spirit grins. In the echo of my wings, a melody sings, In the heart of the kings, my rhyme clings. A flight so bold, in colors gold, In the tales told, my journey rolls. In the dance of the dragonfly, under the open sky, I compose my verses, on the clouds high. In the glide, in the stride, I abide, In the aerial tide, my words collide. Through the eyes of the dragonfly, see the world amplify, In every high and low, in every hello and goodbye. I show the world who can fly. In the rhythm of the fly, I defy the why, In the sky so high, my dreams I certify. In the beat of my wings, hear my heart sings, my soul springs, over all things. In the rhythm of the fly, I defy the why, In the sky so high, my dreams I certify. In the beat of my wings, hear my heart sings, my soul springs, over all things. Slicing through the sky, where they dare to pry, I'm the dragonfly, in the rhythm I rely. Across the azure, a voyage. Over the hills, my spirit fills, thrills, instills, In the aerial drills, my rhyme spills and kills. A navigator in the sky, where the limits lie, In the dragon's eye, I see the world untie. In the gust of the wind, where stories are pinned, I'm the winged king, bling bling, A lyrical mind, unconfined. Through are clouds, in shrouds, where the thunder crowds, My voice loud, in the sky's grounds. Cruising in the ether, where the world's a breather, In the cosmic theater, I'm the feature, the leader. In the flight, I ignite, with the day and night. Across the sun's beam, where the dreams steam, I glide and teem, in the high esteem. In this skyward roam, I find my home, In the heavens' dome, where my thoughts foam. Hovering in the vast, the sky's cast, In the shadows I've amassed, my verses blast. In the wind's embrace, I trace the ace space, In the fly's pace, I grace the human race. With the wings of lore, in the folklore, I soar, explore, more than ever before. In the endless blue, where the dreams come true, I pursue the view, in the poetic. In the dance of flight, a sight, light's might. In this journey, the world's a turney, I narrate my story, in the glory, no worry. In the beat of my wings, where the freedom rings, I bring the things that all the hearts sing.

In the heartland, there’s a tale, about a world, no fairy tale, She's Indiana girl, with a spirit that sets sail. She's a diamond in the rough, tough, never bluff, Walking streets, both elegant and gruff. Her story's like a mural, painted in the backstreet, Every step she takes, she moves to her own beat, In her eyes, you see the cornfields, the skyline, A mixture of sweet and hustle, per fuckin' fine. Indiana Girl, in the boom-bap world, Spinning her dreams, in the Midwestern swirl, She’s got that fire, that Midwestern desire, Lighting up the scene, her spirit higher. From Indy to Dunes, she rules, no confines, In the rhythm of the streets, her essence intertwines. She's a blend of yesterday and tomorrow's new dawn, In the lawn, In the land of the crossroads, she’s like a river, never pawn. Beneath the Hoosier moon, she dances, a silhouette, Her story untold, like a secret sunset. She's the heart, she's the soul, of the scene, In the land of the poets, she's the unseen queen. Indiana Girl, with her flag unfurled, In this boom-bap beat, she's the pearl of the world, She's got a soul so clean, in the heartland serene, Walking through life, her vibe so pristine. No smoke in her scene, no need for that green, Her mind’s sharp and keen, like a movie screen. In a world that’s only gray, she’s the color, the light, Shining bright in the day and even brighter at night. She finds her high in the music, in the rhythm, the beat, Her feet tapping on the pavement of the street. Indiana Girl, in her own world, Pure as the driven snow, in a twist and twirl, She’s the fire, the desire, without the weed, In the boom-bap rhythm, she’s the lead. In the land of fields and dreams, she’s the sober truth, A testament to the youth, living proof. She’s the story, the glory, of a life lived right, In the darkness her sight like a might. From the racing tracks to the quiet lakeside, She walks with a pride, that she never hides. In a world of smoke and mirrors, she stands clear, Indiana Girl, with nothing to fear. I kiss her on the cheek My legs turn weak My words start to leak And peak at the dawn's river sleek What does it mean? I can't handle the beauty in her tricks. In the land of fields and dreams, she’s the sober truth, A testament to the youth, living proof. She’s the story, the glory, of a life lived right, In the darkness her sight like a might. In the land of fields and dreams, she’s the sober truth, A testament to the youth, living proof. She’s the story, the glory, of a life lived right, In the darkness her sight like a might. In the heartland, there’s a tale, about a world, no fairy tale, She's Indiana girl, with a spirit that sets sail. She's a diamond in the rough, tough, never bluff, Walking streets, both elegant and gruff. Her story's like a mural, painted in the backstreet, Every step she takes, she moves to her own beat, In her eyes, you see the cornfields, the skyline, A mixture of sweet and hustle, per fuckin' fine. In the land of fields and dreams, she’s the sober truth, A testament to the youth, living proof. She’s the story, the glory, of a life lived right, In the darkness her sight like a might. In the land of fields and dreams, she’s the sober truth, A testament to the youth, living proof. She’s the story, the glory, of a life lived right, In the darkness her sight like a might.

Yo, check it, I'm steppin' in, the beat's a constant hit to the chin Rhymes tighter than a drum kit, in my zone, I'm a monstrous, Golden era vibes, boom bap in my veins, Words sharp like a razor, cutting through like saints. Every bar's a canvas, I paint pictures with my phrases, Dropping wisdom deep as oceans, intricate as mazes, From the street to the cyphers where I learned my craft, My words weave through the rhythm, like a needle to the hand. Unmatched. I'm the architect of verses, building blocks of raw expression, Each line a lesson, in the session, I'm a blessing, Dropping jewels in every leasure, wisdom in the treasure, Rhymes so rich, beyond measure, pleasure in the pressure. In the world of flash and cash, I keep it real, Grounded in the roots, with an old-school feel, The mic's my tool, the stage my field, In a world of fake, my bars are sealed. Journey through the soundscapes, lyrics like a time capsule, Journey through the soundscapes, lyrics like a time capsule, This is more than just a beat, it's a cultural quilt, In the world of boom bap, I'm the silk. So I keep on rhyming, till the last beat drops, In a world of change, hip hop, it never stops, So I keep on rhyming, till the last beat drops, In a world of change, hip hop, it never stops, So I keep on rhyming, till the last beat drops, In a world of change, hip hop, it never stops. In the world of flash and cash, I keep it real, Grounded in the roots, with an old-school feel, The mic's my tool, the stage my field, In a world of fake, my bars are sealed. Journey through the soundscapes, lyrics like a time capsule, Journey through the soundscapes, lyrics like a time capsule, This is more than just a beat, it's a cultural quilt, In the world of boom bap, I'm the silk. In the world of flash and cash, I keep it real, Grounded in the roots, with an old-school feel, The mic's my tool, the stage my field, In a world of fake, my bars are sealed. Journey through the soundscapes, lyrics like a time capsule, Journey through the soundscapes, lyrics like a time capsule, This is more than just a beat, it's a cultural quilt, In the world of boom bap, I'm the silk. So I keep on rhyming, till the last beat drops, In a world of change, hip hop, it never stops, So I keep on rhyming, till the last beat drops, In a world of change, hip hop, it never stops, So I keep on rhyming, till the last beat drops, In a world of change, hip hop, it never stops.

In the depths of the spine, there's a serpent like a snake, Kundalini rising, in this life, leave or take, and I take what is mine, the energy divine. Ascending, from base to the crown, So profound. Awakening vibes, like a phoenix in the flight, Each chakra's a chapter, in the story of light. Kundalini, rising in my spine, In a dance of life and spirit, tamed, nothing stays the same, From the earth to the ether, I remain and rise like a god in flames. Bitter. Through the sacral flows, creativity's river, Emotions like waves, make the universe shiver, Solar plexus shining, power and will, In the heart, love's anthem, forever i kneel In front of the snake, it's rising in my spine, I'm awake. Throat chakra's the voice in my song, In the third eye's vision, we see right from wrong, Crown chakra's the gateway, in the cosmos' traced, In the Kundalini journey into space. Serpentine grace, Through the seven gates of wisdom, freedom From the physical to the mythical, in the rhythm, Kundalini, awaken, in me. It's an inner revolution, stand still, a spiral of ascension, In the verses of our lives, a spiritual dimension, Energy rising, in a symphony of light, from the dark to the bright. I remain in flight. Feel the surge, it's electric, Kundalini unchained, A force volcanic, in my veins it's ingrained, Rising from the ashes, like a beast unslain In the maze of the mind, the king I remain. Eyes wide open, third eye's a blazing sun, Cut through illusions, till the night is done. This ain't no gentle journey, it's a war of the soul, Fighting inner demons, making wholeness our goal. Chakras aligning like soldiers in a row, Marching to the heartbeat, in a spiritual flow, Rising above the mundane, in the mystical flight, Kundalini's fire, turning darkness into light. Allright. It's a revolution, an inner war, opening the door, Energy surging, in a torrent of might, and more In the storm of Kundalini, I'm reborn with a crown sittin on the throne. No more shackles, no more chains, In the fury of the spirit, only freedom remains, No more shackles, no more chains, In the fury of the spirit, only freedom remains, Erupting like a volcano, with a voice clear, We conquer fear. Wow. In a new dimention we're forever here and now. In the storm of Kundalini, I'm reborn with a crown sittin on the throne. In the storm of Kundalini, I'm reborn with a crown sittin on the throne.

In the mists of the street, the silent feet creep, Pickpockets dive deep, they rob the secrets we keep, Glint of a watch, whisper of cash, swift in a flash, Lives interract. Survival of the anthem, with respect. Hands like artists, their canvas the random, But the mists of the street, the silent feet creep, Pickpockets dive deep, they rob the secrets we keep, Glint of a watch, whisper of cash, swift in a flash, Lives interract. Survival of the anthem, with respect. Hands like artists, their canvas the random, But in this game, the stakes are more than material, the struggle, ethereal. In the world of the pickpocket, riches are a lockpick, It lies thick, Money's just paper, but consciousness is vast, the real treasures last. Not like money that's gone beyond me. Shadows play, They lift your treasures, then fade away, But beyond the theft, there's a deeper theft, Of souls lost, lost in a soul's kept. Respect the debt. In this greed and desire, The real thief is the one who aspires, To hold the world in a fist of gold. In this greed and desire, The real thief is the one who aspires, To hold the world in a fist of gold, Blind to the wisdom that can't be sold. It's a paradox, in the streets, they teach, More than preachers preach or schools can reach, In the art of theft, a lesson profound, It's not what you take, but what you've found. The streets are stark, Where everyone holds a question mark, The pickpocket's hand, faster than the eye, But the quickest lift is the truth from a lie. In this world of hustle, the biggest con, Is chasing wealth till your soul is gone, In this world of hustle, the biggest con, Is chasing wealth till your soul is gone, The real gold isn't in a vault or bank, It's in waking up, take my hand, and I'll take yours, I'll rob you like a prank. In the money no remorse. So as the night whispers secrets to the pavement, Remember the lesson of the street's enslavement, Wealth is a ghost, in the hands of a pickpocket, So as the night whispers secrets to the pavement, Remember the lesson of the street's enslavement, Wealth is a ghost, in the hands of a pickpocket, True riches are in the mind.

Yo, check it, I'm steppin' in, the real deal's revealed, Flow's so rich, like a million-dollar deal. Rhythms in my veins, beats bangin' in my brain, the rain in your plain. Remain. Words sharp like a razor, cuttin' through the fakers, In a world of pretenders, real deal makers. I'm the real deal trader. Weed for money, Money for weed. And by the time I already planted the seed. From the depths of the struggle, to the peaks of the need, success, Every line, every rhyme, represents my progress. Process, Respekt. This is the real deal, no illusion, no conceal, Just the raw, unfiltered essence, of what's truly real. dreams are made and lost, I stand tall, undefeated, no matter the cost. Your loss, I remain the God. God, Back on the mic, with more fire than before, Each word I spit, opens another door. In the the alley my voice echoes clear, I'm the voice of the unheard, the one they all fear. No gold chains needed, my words are my wealth, Droppin' bars for the soul, not just for your health. Help! (we gotta shock this one) In the heart of the night, the truth's raw and real, I navigate the shadows, with an iron will. Like a phoenix from the ashes, rising up, torn, My words are my armor, lorn in the face of scorn. Against the odds, I'm reborn, crafting my own fate, With every verse I spit, breaking down the gate. Under the spotlight, in the darkness of the night, My words are my guide, my eternal light. I'm not just spitting rhymes, I'm weaving tales, In this ocean of life, truth prevails. In time's embrace. I'm the poet of the streets, the sage In time's embrace. I'm the poet of the streets, the sage of the age, With each word I utter, I write history's page. In time's embrace. I'm the poet of the streets, the sage of the age, With each word I utter, I write history's page. The labyrinth of life, where paths often twist, I'm the constant, the real, existential mist. Twist, resist, pray for your life. Stop to exist. Like a phoenix from the axis, rising up, torn, My words are my armor, lorn in the face of scorn. Against the odds, I'm reborn, crafting my own fate, With every verse I spit, breaking down the gate. Under the spotlight, in the darkness of the night, My words are my guide, my eternal light. I'm not just spitting rhymes, I'm weaving tales, In this ocean of life, the truth prevails. In time's embrace. I'm the poet of the streets.

I’m the verbal smith, wordsmith, flipping scripts in the abyss, Rhymes tight as a clenched fist, in this lyrical blitz, Spittin fire, no cease, no asist, I persist, In the game of shadows, I’m the mist you can't resist. I'm the rhyme animal, lyrical cannibal, Eating beats, raw, unmanageable, My flow’s untamable, flammable, Burning mics, it's not a fable, it’s understandable. I’m the verbal smith, wordsmith, flipping scripts in the abyss, Rhymes tight as a clenched fist, in this lyrical blitz, Spittin fire, no cease, no assist, I persist, In the game of shadows, I’m the mist you can't resist. I'm the rhyme animal, lyrical cannibal, Eating beats, raw, unmanageable, My flow’s untamable, flammable, Burning mics, it's not a fable, it’s understandable. I dance in the dark alleys of prose, Where the streetlight flickers, my narrative grows, Old school soul, with a modern-day pose, I drop knowledge bombs, in lines and rows. Unchained, in this rap domain, My words rain like a hurricane, causing pain, On this track, I reign, no need to explain, My rhymes hit hard, like a freight train. I’m the renegade poet, my verses show it, In the realm of the real, I’m a lyrical prophet, With each word, I deposit, in your mind, I orbit, In this rap cosmos, I’m a comet, you know it. This is boom-bap, with a twist, can't resist, I’m the maestro, in this rap abyss, No chorus needed, just pure bliss, In the world of words, I’m the alchemist. I’m the alchemist. This is boom-bap, with a twist, can't resist. I’m the verbal smith, wordsmith, flipping scripts in the abyss, Rhymes tight as a clenched fist, in this lyrical blitz, Spittin fire, no cease, no asist, I persist, In the game of shadows, I’m the mist you can't resist. I'm the rhyme animal, lyrical cannibal, Eating beats, raw, unmanageable, My flow’s untamable, flammable. I’m the verbal smith, wordsmith, flipping scripts in the abyss, Rhymes tight as a clenched fist, in this lyrical blitz, Spittin fire, no cease, no asist, I persist, In the game of shadows, I’m the mist you can't resist. I'm the rhyme animal, lyrical cannibal, Eating beats, raw, unmanageable, I’m the alchemist. This is boom-bap, with a twist, can't resist. I drop knowledge bombs, in lines and rows. Unchained, in this rap domain, My words rain like a hurricane, causing pain, On this track, I reign, no need to explain, My rhymes hit hard, like a freight train. I’m the renegade poet, my verses show it, In the realm of the real, I’m a lyrical prophet, With each word, I deposit, in your mind, I orbit, In this rap cosmos, I’m a comet, you know it. This is boom-bap, with a twist, can't resist, I’m the maestro, in this rap abyss, No chorus needed, just pure bliss, In the world of words, I’m the alchemist. I’m the alchemist. This is boom-bap, with a twist, can't resist.

Echoes of the past, visions of the future blend, My rhymes transcend time, from start to end. In my own land, A prodigy in the blame, without a name, with words I play the eternal game. Behold the Lyrical God, verses flow like seas, In the garden of my mind, I cultivate these keys. On the throne of rhythm, where I sit, I see, The world of fake, but I choose to be. Sting like a bee, like a wasp, like a hornet, I hear nothing in this torment. Boom bap boom bap in my heart, I weave my narrative worrshiped strong, i belong to god. With each bar I drop, showing right from wrong. Philosopher, with a fused up state of minds, Every beat I face, it's the truth I find. With wisdom beyond years, fears are gone Wisdom beyond years fears in my words are gone, it shows, refreshes the mind. In the rap game's storm, I'm the calm that glows. Entertain. a young kid's domain No challenger can match, this lyrical arena, I'm the master of words, the rhyme subpoena. No challenger can match, this lyrical arena, I'm the master of words, the rhyme subpoena. Lyrical god, atop the world's crest, hall of fame, I'm the best of the best. The verses, rehearses The verses, rehearses Where I claim my claim, The master of the game, I'm etching my name. Through the valleys of doubt, peaks of fame, In the rap pantheon, they'll echo my name. No challenger can match, this lyrical arena, I'm the master of the words, the rhyme subpoena. In my court of beats i hold the gavel My flow is another see a path to travel Lyrical god, atop the world's crest, hall of fame, I'm the best of the best. The verses, rehearses Where I lay my claim, The master of the game With a mind sharp like a sword, and a heart unyielding, In the field of lyrical battle, I'm forever wielding. A titan in the booth, with a broken tooth, with a voice that soars, In the history of rap, I open new floors, new doors, no gap In the chorus of the cosmos i rap stars align, rhythms bind My verses shine bright, in the rap's design. With the wisdom of the ages, and a modern flare, In the lexicon of legends, I'm a darare heir. Heir to the throne From the streets to the stars, born, my words resonate, I'm the lyrical genius, defining my fate. In the arena of rhythm, giants fall, I stand tall, transcending, outlasting Echoes of the past, visions of the future blend, My rhymes transcend time, from start to end. In my own land, A prodigy in the blame, without a name, with words i play the eternal game. Echoes of the past, visions of the future blend, My rhymes transcend time, from start to end. In my own land, Echoes of the past, visions of the future blend, My rhymes transcend time, from start to end. In my own land, A prodigy in the blame, without a name, with words i play the eternal game. Behold the Lyrical God, verses flow like seas, In the garden of my mind, I cultivate these keys. On the throne of rhythm, where I sit, I see, The world of fake, but I choose to be. Sting like a bee, like a wasp like a hornet, I hear nothing in this torment. Boom boom boom bap in my heart.

Midnight gleams, in my dreams, katana blade shines, Echoes in the backstreets, sync with these rhymes. Visions of a samurai, in the cityscape grind, Cutting through the illusions, truth hard to find. Shadowed paths, aftermaths, tales untold, Silver edge slices deep, stories bold. Street's a jungle, rumble, whispers of the old, Katana in my grip, my destiny I hold. Slicing through the lies, sharp and precise, In the moonlit night, pay the price. Spirit of the blade, ancient but never fades, In this modern crusade, cut every made. Midnight gleams, in my dreams, katana blade shines, Echoes in the backstreets, sync with these rhymes. Visions of a samurai, in the cityscape grind, Cutting through the illusions, truth hard to find. Shadowed paths, aftermaths, tales untold, Silver edge slices deep, stories bold. Street's a jungle, rumble, whispers of the old, Katana in my grip, my destiny I hold. Slicing through the lies, sharp and precise, In the moonlit night, pay the price. Spirit of the blade, ancient but never fades, In this modern crusade, every cut I made. Streetlights flicker, heartbeat quicker, feel the tension, Katana speaks of ancient lore, demands attention. Urban samurai, questions why, life's dimension, heartbeat quicker, feel the tension, Katana speaks of ancient lore, demands attention. Urban samurai, Streetlights flicker, heartbeat quicker, feel the tension, Katana speaks of ancient lore, demands attention. Urban samurai, questions why, life's dimension, In the darkness of the city, seeks redemption. Echoes of ancestors spilled Streetlights flicker, heartbeat quicker, feel the tension, Katana speaks of ancient lore, demands attention. Urban samurai, questions why, life's dimension, In the darkness of the city, seeks redemption. Echoes of ancestors whispers in the wind, Katana's edge, where the end begins. Lost in the rhythm, city's sin, a deadly spin, With every slice, new stories pin. Silent steps, breaths kept, in the night's serenade, Every move, groove, in darkness masquerade. Katana's whisper, a sinister blade. I cut you down like a shade. Under the moon, tune of the forgotten, Katana carves paths, never rotten. In the silence of the city's heartbeat cotton, With each swing, old tales rewritten to the bottom. Urban warrior, story carrier, night's own son, Katana's dance, until the night is done. More than steel, it's a legacy, In the dark streets, it's the key. To unlock the truth, set the spirits free, In the rhythm of the night, katana and me. Midnight gleams, in my dreams, katana blade shines, Echoes in the backstreets, sync with these rhymes. Visions of a samurai, in the cityscape grind, Cutting through the illusions, truth hard to find. Shadowed paths, aftermaths, tales untold, Silver edge slices deep, stories bold. Street's a jungle, rumble, whispers of the old, Katana in my grip, my destiny I hold. Slicing through the lies, sharp and precise, In the moonlit night, pay the price. Spirit of the blade, ancient but never fades, In this modern crusade, cut every made. Midnight gleams, in my dreams, katana blade shines, Echoes in the backstreets, sync with these rhymes. Visions of a samurai, in the cityscape grind, Cutting through the illusions, truth hard to find. Shadowed paths, aftermaths, tales untold, Silver edge slices deep, stories bold. Street's a jungle, rumble, whispers of the old, Katana in my grip, my destiny I hold. Slicing through the lies, sharp and precise, In the moonlit night, pay the price. Spirit of the blade, ancient but never fades, In this modern crusade, every cut I made. Streetlights flicker, heartbeat quicker, feel the tension, Katana speaks of ancient lore, demands attention. Urban samurai, questions why, life's dimension, heartbeat quicker, feel the tension, Katana speaks of ancient lore, demands attention. 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Urban warrior, story carrier, night's own son, Katana's dance, until the night is done. More than steel, it's a legacy, In the dark streets, it's the key. To unlock the truth, set the spirits free, In the rhythm of the night, katana and me.

Yo, it’s the million dollar Grand Piano, on the beat story in every echo, In this hip-hop canvas, I paint my allegro, Black and white keys, but my saga’s in full spectrum. Hear this, in a grand new world, standin’ solo, Keys spell tales, in the life's solo photo. Every note a memoir, echoes in the city's marrow, In life's concert, straight and narrow. Yo, it’s the million dollar Grand Piano, on the beat story in every echo, In this hip-hop canvas, I paint my allegro, Black and white keys, but my saga’s in full spectrum. Hear this, in a grand new world, standin’ solo, Keys spell tales, in the life's solo photo. narrow. In life's concert, straight and narrow. Feel my vibe in the pulse, in the silent screams, Echoes bouncing off the alleys, chasing dreams. Each chord’s a story, raw, unpolished gold, Soundtrack of the streets, untamed, behold. Grand Piano, shadow play in a day-to-day relay, Spinnin’ stories of the streets, in a timeless stray. In this rhythm, I'm more than just display, I'm the narrator, street's poet, in my own forte. Old soul in new beats, I flow, I show, In life’s grand play, I’m the unsung throw. Grand Piano, in the sheer night Playing tales of grit, of the eternal fight. hip-hop Playing tales of grit, of the eternal fight. hip-hop My tune, a chronicle of the streets' breath, In this maze of dreams, I defy death. Each key, a step, in time's endless dance, In this urban light, I’m more than just a chance. I'm a stance. Yo, it’s the million dollar Grand Piano, on the beat story in every echo, In this hip-hop canvas, I paint my allegro, Black and white keys, but my saga’s in full spectrum. Hear this, in a grand new world, standin’ solo, Keys spell tales, in the life's solo photo. Every note a memoir, echoes in the city's marrow, In life's concert, straight and narrow. Yo, it’s the million dollar Grand Piano, on the beat story in every echo, In this hip-hop canvas, I paint my allegro, Black and white keys, but my saga’s in full spectrum. Hear this, in a grand new world, standin’ solo, Keys spell tales, in the life's solo photo. narrow. In life's concert, straight and narrow. Feel my vibe in the pulse, in the silent screams, Echoes bouncing off the alleys, chasing dreams. Each chord’s a story, raw, unpolished gold, Soundtrack of the streets, untamed, behold. Grand Piano, shadow play in a day-to-day relay, Spinnin’ stories of the streets, in a timeless stray. In this rhythm, I'm more than just display, I'm the narrator, street's poet, in my own forte. Old soul in new beats, I flow, I show, In life’s grand play, I’m the unsung throw. Grand Piano, in the sheer night Playing tales of grit, of the eternal fight. hip-hop Playing tales of grit, of the eternal fight. hip-hop My tune, a chronicle of the streets' breath, In this maze of dreams, I defy death. Each key, a step, in time's endless dance, In this urban light, I’m more than just a chance. I'm a stance.

On the brink, where life and death intersect, I reflect, on the journey, direct. No blink. Eyes on the clock, tick-tock, life's in check, Each breath, a step closer to the final deck. In the mind’s maze, where thoughts race and collide, I ride the tide, on this last ride. Memories flash, dash, past glories that abide, On this death bed, I confide, in time’s landslide. Death bed, where dreams and reality wed, In my head, unsaid, tales of the bloodshed. As the night creeps, and the world sleeps, I tread, On this bed, my final words, widespread. Life’s a fleeting beat, sweet, on the street, we meet, In the heart's heat, defeat and disasterous treat. Life’s a fleeting beat, sweet, on the street, we meet, In the heart's heat, defeat and disasterous treat. Lessons learned, in the fire we burned, I mourn for one more turn. Rap’s my legacy, elegy, in the symphony of history, Mystery, no hyperbole, my whole story’s crystaline. From the cradle to the grave, brave, a path I pave, On this death bed, I crave, the rhymes that save. Lessons learned, in the fire we burned, I mourn for one more turn. Rap’s my legacy, elegy, in the symphony of history, Mystery, no hyperbole, my whole story’s crystaline. From the cradle to the grave, brave, a path I pave, On this death bed, I crave, the rhymes that save. Death bed, where the final chapter’s read, In my stead, I've bled, for the art, widespread. Death bed, where the final chapter’s read, for the art, widespread. As the moon glows, and the wind blows, I shed, On this death bed, my soul’s journey, ahead. In the whispers of the night, fight, sight, light I write, despite the fright, my insight Whispers of the night, fight, sight, light,, all right despite the fright, my insight takes flight In the echoes of time, I climb, On the death bed, I rhyme, one last time. In the shadows of my mind, I find, unwind, and bind, Signed, designed, the grind, my legacy. half-steppin', On my death bed, my confession, a lasting impression. Last one standing. On the beat, I compete, I complete, On the street, in the heat, my tale, bittersweet. From the rise to the demise, wise, no disguise, On a death bed, I close my eyes.

Creepin’ through the shadows, where the whispers slide, In the alley of the mind, there's nowhere to hide, Each step's a story, of the pain and the pride, one-way trip to the other side. All right. Eyes in the dark, they're watching, waiting, Plans in the works, fate orchestrating, Life's a gamble, and I'm done debating, I'm dominating. Midnight strikes, and the world turns colder, Every shadow's a story, of a holy spirit holder. In the mirror of the night, life's a heavy boulder, On my shoulder, the world ain't getting older. Hear the whispers of the wind, they're speaking, Secrets of the night, it's the truth they're leaking, peaking and revealing underworld journey, it's the peak I'm seeking, In the realm of the dark, it's the power I'm reaping. A darker shade, always debate, in this endless night, On the real journey to the other side. It's a path less taken, but I walk with might, In the maze of the twisted, I'm a shine of light, With every step, in the shadows, I glide, Master of the night, on the other side. Streetlights flicker, like the beat of the heart, In the city's veins, I'm a renegade part, On the other side, where the end's a start, In the jungle, I'm a rogue, a work of art. Creepin’ through the shadows, where the whispers slide, In the alley of the mind, there's nowhere to hide, Each step's a story, of the pain and the pride, one-way trip to the other side. All right. Eyes in the dark, they're watching, waiting, Plans in the works, fate orchestrating, Life's a gamble, and I'm done debating, I'm dominating. Midnight strikes, and the world turns colder, Every shadow's a story, of a holy spirit holder. In the mirror of the night, life's a heavy boulder, On my shoulder, the world ain't getting older. Hear the whispers of the wind, they're speaking, Secrets of the night, it's the truth they're leaking, peaking and revealing underworld journey, it's the peak I'm seeking, In the realm of the dark, it's the power I'm reaping. A darker shade, always debate, in this endless night, On the real journey to the other side. It's a path less taken, but I walk with might, In the maze of the twisted, I'm a shine of light, With every step, in the shadows, I glide, Master of the night, on the other side. Streetlights flicker, like the beat of the heart, In the city's veins, I'm a renegade part, On the other side, where the end's a start, In the jungle, I'm a rogue, a work of art.