Lyrics

Yo, I charge like a bull, no brakes on my wrath, carve my name in the flames, burn the weak in my path. I’m a warlord, unchained, spittin’ spikes through the mic, ain’t no stoppin’ my reign, I’m ignitin’ the fight. When I storm through the void, I’m a titan, untamed, every scar, every vice, fuels the fire I’ve claimed. All the poison I spit, shakes the ground where I tread, I’m the blade, I’m the beast, paint the weaklings red. I forge my own fate, cut my throne from the strife, yet these demons inside claw the edge of my life. This the war that I live, it’s my crown, it’s my flame, I’m a forge of fury, you can’t shatter my name. I’m a tempest, I’m ragin’, got no chains on my soul, every step that I take cracks the earth with my goal. All the haters, they yap, but I’m stealin’ their role, I’m a titan of havoc, watch me swallow ‘em whole. Bars like a flamethrower, torch their lies to a crisp, I’m a reaper with rhymes, got their necks in my fist. They can’t touch my resolve, I’m a storm that persists, built my kingdom on rage, I’ll be god when I’m dissed. They can sneer, they can claw, throw their shade, I don’t blink, every hit’s just a spark, watch my vengeance unshrink. Dropped a fortune on steel, let it gleam through the fray, but it loops back to me, like a wolf to its prey. Ain’t your place to judge my grind, keep your eyes off my scars, you don’t know what this fight does to souls under stars. Talk to shadows at dusk, like, “Who’s writin’ this tale?” I’m a saint and a scourge, split my core, never frail. When I storm through the void, I’m a titan, untamed, every scar, every vice, fuels the fire I’ve claimed. All the poison I spit, shakes the ground where I tread, I’m the blade, I’m the beast, paint the weaklings red. I forge my own fate, cut my throne from the strife, yet these demons inside claw the edge of my life. This the war that I live, it’s my crown, it’s my flame, I’m a forge of fury, you can’t shatter my name. Ever seen a wolf snarl with a torch in its maw? Ever seen a priest rage, breakin’ every old law? We all got our beasts, gnawin’ deep in the raw, I’m just swingin’ my scythe, winnin’ my private war. Bars like a battering ram, smash their spines to the dirt, I’m a phantom with flows, make the spineless ones hurt. Laugh at their quivering knees, they’re a joke, they’re inert, I’m a blaze, I’m a king, watch their egos convert. I pour blood in my craft, every line’s a new fight, swear I claw to be steel, but it stings in the light. When the pressure’s a vice, I still rise to ignite, slam the gas through the dark, chasin’ chaos, not right. No abyss when I’m gone, I’m too fierce for that fall, rip the wheel off the track, let the devil just stall. Cut the fakes from my path, ghost ‘em cold, no reply, on this grind, I’m eternal, I ain’t never gon’ die. Yellin’ at my reflection, like, “What’s holdin’ you back? Go and torch the whole game, leave ‘em shook in the black. Overthinkin’ your moves, that’s a trap, that’s a lack, pour some rag