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weaponries
- I aint talkin' wit spirits, but mirrors been crackin' since I was eleven
- split personality trip, grip the mic like a weapon
- sreams been steppin' out my sleep like its Inception
- im not a prophet, im the product of crooked scripts and half written losses
- look what trauma costs us, I been tryna box it
- but my mental got more locks than a locksmith
- I aint prayin', but im noddin' when the glock spit
- If im honest, I aint healed, I just learned to crop it
- like a photo of my pops, mid swing with the belt
- now I swing on the pen till the pain feel felt
- saw a ghost in the booth, it said you next
- told him, cool, hit record, and exhaled death
- im the riddle in the scripture, the crack in the pew
- god heard my bars and said who gave you this view?
- I rap like im five layers deep in the womb
- born in a tomb, now I talk in typhoon loops
- spit slick as black ice on a casket route
- and got more styles than the pastor got doubts
- mirror cracked, I see myself in pieces
- tryna patch my past while the present decreases
- write sins in chalk, then I rain down thesis
- life aint fair, its just layered in leases
- aye, split glass, how I see my fate
- If I die now, bury me with every take
- no peace treaty, no handshake, just breaks
- im the one they call when they need hell to shake
- broke bread with the devil then taxed him interest
- my pen got demons beggin' for repentance
- I spit vintage, like a soul stuck in a tape hiss
- spazzin' with the syntax, syllables get pistol whipped
- I never had fans, just gods who mimic
- I been judged by the way I pivot
- every line feel like a suicide mission
- cuz I bleed in ink, and my minds the witness
- god told me chill, I told him prove the physics
- If stars explode, then so can critics
- betelgeuse bleeds out in slow transitions
- so I write till I burst like supernova visits
- you aint shit, but I been in the same war rooms
- talkin' to my shadows in dark lit boardrooms
- industry tryna clone me, but they glitch the source
- im the missing line in your artificially inseminated corpse
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