"Broken Wings"

Yo, Butterfly, huh? More like a moth to my flame.

Flappin’ weak wings, caught up in the game.

You think you fly, but you just a buzz in my ear.

Time to clip them wings, make the facts clear.

 

Yo, they call you Butterfly, but you’re stuck in the cocoon,

Talkin’ big dreams, but you can’t leave the room.

A diva on the ‘Gram, but in real life, basic,

Flawless in your captions, but your flow can’t fake it.

 

Wings all fragile, you crumble under pressure,

Step into my zone, watch me give you a lecture.

You flutter in circles, I move like a queen,

My bars cut deep, call it lyrical guillotine.

 

Your rhymes are paper-thin, they fold with the breeze,

While I’m stackin’ milestones, you just beggin’ on your knees.

I run the hive, honey, you a wannabe bee,

This ain’t no fairy tale—this is Icy Brain’s decree.

 

Butterfly, oh, you thought you were fly,

But your wings can't lift you, your game’s in the sky.

Broken wings, weak vibes, and lies,

This is your last flight, say goodbye to the highs.

 

You talk about change, but you’re stuck in one lane,

I’m the storm, girl, you can’t handle the rain.

Call yourself rare, but you common as dust,

You’re a trend for the moment, I’m the name they trust.

 

You flutter for attention, desperate for the buzz,

I’m silent in my moves, making power plays because—

I’m the architect, the queen of my craft,

While you busy chasin’ dreams that don’t even last.

 

You sold out for fame, now you stuck in the cage,

A butterfly on display, trapped on the stage.

They see right through you, your glow’s just a trick,

I’m a legend in the making, you a fad, quick to dip.

 

You better step light when you talkin’ on my name,

‘Cause I’m fire in the booth, torchin’ all of your fame.

You thought this was a battle? Nah, this is a lesson,

How to fold weak bars under real-life pressure.

 

Butterfly, oh, you thought you were fly,

But your wings can't lift you, your game’s in the sky.

Broken wings, weak vibes, and lies,

This is your last flight, say goodbye to the highs.

 

So keep flappin’ them wings, but you ain’t goin’ far,

Caught up in the hype, but I’m the real star.

Next time you step, bring something worth my time,

‘Cause I just buried you with nothin’ but rhymes.

(Drop the mic)

Icy Rain out.