[Intro – Slow, Spoken]
Yo…
This ain’t a diss…
This is a release.
I ain’t tryna be cruel...
I’m tryna be free.
So if you can’t handle the heat—
Then step outta the legacy...
[Verse 1 – Mid-Speed, Emotional Start]
I was born in the storm with a name that was torn,
Had a face in a frame but the shame was adorned,
You a "biological figure," never earned that role,
You a stranger with my blood but you ain’t got soul.
You dipped when I cried, slipped through the years,
Ghost in my mirror, silhouette built from fears,
I was five with a fist, swingin’ into the wind,
Hopin’ daddy would appear, never did — just sin.
Now I’m grown, with a pen and a burden to bear,
You gave me DNA, not a second of care,
No bedtime stories, no lessons to teach,
Just an echo of a man always outta my reach.
[Hook – Sung, Haunting]
I'm cleanin' out my conscience, the weight of your ghost is heavy,
You ain’t no father, just a myth that kept me edgy,
“Biological Figure,” but never a dad,
Now I'm buryin' that title you never had.
[Verse 2 – Double-Time Flow]
Tick-tick, let me spit this sickness with precision,
Every stitch in this script is a vision of omission,
You missed the mission, skipped decisions,
Let addiction paint your image with a flick of derision.
I was hopin’ you’d be different, a redemption in disguise,
But your silence was a sentence, and your presence was a lie.
I got battle scars you branded in my DNA’s core,
Every cell is a war, every step is a chore.
You left me like a riddle with a father-shaped hole,
So I filled it with rhythm, let the syllables roll.
Now I’m speedin’ like Crucified, bleedin’ on the mic,
Dissectin’ your neglect in a lyrical fight.
I ain’t mad — just awakened by the pain you placed,
I replaced your name with fire, now I’m meltin’ your face.
You were nothin' but a phantom in my lineage line,
Now I’m crucifyin’ ghosts with this venomous rhyme.
[Hook – Sung]
I'm cleanin' out my conscience, the weight of your ghost is heavy,
You ain’t no father, just a myth that kept me edgy,
“Biological Figure,” but never a dad,
Now I'm buryin' that title you never had.
[Verse 3 – Ultra-Speed (Crucified Style)]
Now I’m back with a vengeance, syllables endless,
Pent up pain, put it all in a sentence,
Breathin’ like I’m beastin’ on a mic with a blade,
Slayin' every fake face in the DNA parade.
Speed so lethal, needle-injected bars,
You a blackout void, I became my own star.
Taught myself how to fight, how to love, how to cry,
While you vanished in the night like a phantom in disguise.
This is therapy at light-speed, clarity fight-speed,
Snappin' at a ghost with a mind full of high-speed,
Every “missed” call you never placed to my line,
Now echoes in the chamber of this furious mind.
I spit faster than logic, flip scripts on the toxic,
While you rot in the closet of a past that’s caustic.
"Biological Figure"? Nah — you ain’t even that,
You’re a comma in a sentence I’m erasin’ from the track.
[Bridge – Spoken, Dark Tone]
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