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I forge bars on the anvil — thoughts clash like steel
Metaphors swing swords, every stanza can kill
Fire in the breath, leave the mic scorched and sealed
My rap game medieval — draw bridges and shields
Built a castle from the scars, no fear in the gate
Resurrected on the page when the ink starts to skate
My rhythm carves spells in the paper’s domain
Pen game toxic — tip bleeds Novocain
Apocalypse scripts — I drop bombs with no name
Smoke curls from the booth like a funeral flame
I walk with the ghosts of the verses I’ve slain
Every hook is a chain — feel the weight of the pain
From the ash I arose, with the grit of the grave
Now I blacksmith fate with the lyrics I lay
My notebook’s a tomb — but I write to escape
So I spit till the silence starts breaking away
These bars ain't for fame — they were forged for the fight
Ink turns to armor when I’m writing at night
Each line a blade, in the glow of the pyre
I sharpen my soul every time I get higher
I’ve bled in these pages, I’ve healed in the rhymes
I bend time — no limit to the climb
God-level grammar, I resurrect syntax
My flow splits atoms, no need for a syntax
I draft war scrolls, wrap scrolls in fire
Scriptures from the pit, but I climb out higher
The throne ain't gold, it's built from grief
And each verse I drop is my soul’s relief
I don't rap for applause — I rap to breathe
And spit truth so sharp, it’ll make lies bleed
I’ve seen days so dark they bled into night
Wrote pain on the page just to feel something right
Turned trauma to tempo, these wounds got rhythm
Now every scar I spit becomes part of the system
I encode storms in a stanza’s spin
Make pain poetic — let the flood begin
Never wrote for the charts or the playlist slot
I write for the ones who the world forgot
Pen drills through stone when the hope runs thin
And I sculpt new worlds from the mess I’m in
Not a king in chains — I’m a ghost uncaged
Who burned down the book just to free the page
Let the ink run red ‘til the silence screams
This ain’t rap — it’s resurrection through dreams
I don't rap for applause — I rap to breathe
And spit truth so sharp, it’ll make lies bleed

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DiamonD-D3Z
Member since January 12 2020

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