Bars/30 lines

Play with me and what can be guaranteed is you'll pray for peace,

your page'll need a miracle just to make it past the first release,

'cause the aftermath'll fracture fast when I calculate

the mathematics of the craft and demonstrate the gap

between your average and elite, don't play with me

I'm past the class, you'll never pass the phase I'm in, I raise the stakes,

then change the shape of every game I'm in. stack chips, serve beef

on demand, the verdict is me, the sentence gets folded inside of my hand,

while your entire clan gets examined by the standard I expand,

A lot spit, but they're not lit, not even close to the degree that I ignite it,

A man who understands he can't withstand the flame would walk away before the heat could brand his name

but you lack that wisdom, still tryna dance with pain, playin' with the blaze

while complainin' 'bout the stain, you awakened shame and basically exchanged your dreams for chains,

now every page of that decision leaves a different type of weight, the consequence compounds,

the pressure multiplies, the stakes rise beneath you while your confidence declines, damn, now you can't rest your soul,

U gotta take a seat, cause you weren't set to step, that's why defeat came creeping through the cracks beneath your feet,

thought you were better, now you gotta erase the dream of facing me, cause anyone aware enough to recognize the heat

would've braced for it or saved the grief.. A wise guy? that's what you ain't. instead, U would've refused the battle, stayed home, stayed asleep,

found another activity to occupy the space where your courage used to be but you chose the confrontation,

now the consequence is waiting at the gate. U wanted 💨

now the air tastes different U wanted war now the atmosphere's restrictive U wanted proof?

I'll demonstrate the difference U wanted beef, I'll turn the whole debate into a lesson in precision.

I'll explain the chain of events that ends the names of those who test the beast: first comes the confidence,

then comes the contest, then comes the moment when the nonsense meets the consequence.

your whole scheme gets rearranged when the pen invades the page, every sentence gets dissected

while the evidence remains. so guarantee you'll pray for peace when the cadence starts increasing,

when the pressure hits it's peak and every weakness gets revealed, U weren't built to breach the speech,

you just reached beyond your league to engage with me is a grave decree, U wage your beef,

I make the stakes increase, then leave your whole campaign deceased

before you realize you should've stayed away from me.