FUCK HATE

I’m rappin’ in a time where the mic feel weaponized

Every sentence second-guessed before it ever survives

Where the win ain’t developin’ craft or endurance it’s who can permanently sever the other guy

We used to measure respect by the depth of the rhyme

Now they measure the reach of the damage it cause

Buildin’ careers off erosion and loss, turn the booth to a courtroom, the pen to a charge

Iron once sharpened iron, now it’s ironclad files and silence disguised as a strategic move

If I couldn’t outrap you, I studied your cadence, not outsourced the hurt to a system to prove

Every metaphor treated like motive and threat, every bar gotta lawyer attached to the end

They don’t wanna outgrow you, they wanna outlast you by makin’ sure you don’t write again

Competition twisted from sparrin’ to scorched earth, scorch the verse, then salt it for sport

They cheer when a name get dismantled in public, then wonder why trust don’t live here no more

We don’t build legacies, we build collapses, binge-watchin’ downfall like episodic release

Then act surprised when the culture feel hollow and haunted by ghosts of what it used to be

 

I switch gears mid-syllable, pivot the rhythm, now listen

sentence fragments collidin’ with consonant prison bars hissin’

vision get tunnelled, I’m jugglin’ bundles of verbals and vowels

crowded like subways at rush hour, touchin’ each other for balance

They wanna cancel dismantle, dismantle then cancel the canvas

I’m panel-by-panel expandin’ the grammar, mechanical damage

Words like a stampede of tambourines rattlin’ railings,

handlebars tangled in traffic, my cadence is breakin’ the pavement

I’m stackin’ imaginative narratives, patterns of hazardous habits

with syllable calories, valleys and peaks, I’m oxygen starvin’

You catch it? No… rewind it, it slid past you sideways

I bent the bar till it snapped, then rewrapped it in five ways

 

This ain’t aggression, it’s pressure compressin’ expression to fragments

Who-can-destroy-who Olympics, they medal in vanishin’ acts, shit

I’m buildin’ with bricks of ridiculous diction, convulsive conviction

While they hittin’ a button to end the whole mission

Boom bap backbone keep me rooted in purpose, internal pressure keep polishin’ form

Logic in chaos, diamonds from weight, but collapse ain’t the shine that’s pressure ignored

I spar with intent, keep the war in the words, never leak it to systems or threats

If I beat you, it’s craft, not collateral damage, no sirens involved in success

Rap don’t survive off who broke who the worst, it survives off who built what could last

If the culture become who can destroy who the fastest, don’t ask why the future feel cracked

So let the bars do the damage internally, syllables swingin’, no need for a badge

If we turn art into weapons of erasure who the fuck buildin’ the path