(Intro – whisper into aggressive tone)
Yo…
This one’s for the myth, the muscle, the man…
But strength ain’t just boulders you hold in your hand,
It’s the weight in your soul, the scars you can’t see,
So listen close, Herc, this is dear Hercules.
(Verse 1 – slow buildup, storytelling)
Yo, you dragged lions, wrestled serpents, crushed beasts,
But I’ve been battling shadows that never release.
My twelve labors ain’t fables, they’re bars in my brain,
Every chain I break snaps, but the echoes remain.
You cleaned stables in rivers, I drown in regrets,
Tryna wash my sins out but the dirt still collects.
So while you swung clubs, I’m swingin’ syllables lethal,
Tryna fight demons invisible, stronger than people.
(Chorus – heavy hook, chant style)
Dear Hercules!
You carried the world, I’m carrying pain,
We ain’t the same but the struggle’s ingrained.
You broke mountains, I break verses with speed,
This is my letter to you—dear Hercules.
(Verse 2 – faster pace, double-time)
I’m the mortal with immortal flows, torchin’ foes,
Every course I chose, scorched, no remorse, it shows.
You held the heavens, Atlas passed you the load,
But I hold grudges that crush me, explode.
Labors of my own? Yeah, twelve times twelve,
Battlin’ myself in a lyrical cell.
I don’t swing steel swords, I swing spit storms,
And the beat transforms when my breath performs.
(Verse 3 – supersonic speed rap section)
Look—
I’m writin’ this letter, vendetta embedded, I shred it, poetic anesthetic, kinetic, prophetic, magnetic, aesthetic,
You wrestled a hydra, I’m slicin’ up syllables, multiple-headed, I dead it, I edit, pathetic synthetic genetics get shredded—
You liftin’ a mountain, I’m liftin’ the cadence, I’m rippin’ the pavement, I’m shiftin’ amazement, I’m gifted with statements,
A myth in the making, I’m breakin’ the weight of the world with a verse, every curse that I’m facin’—obliterated.
(Bridge – reflective pause, slower delivery)
But Herc, what’s the point of bein’ strong,
If the battles inside last so damn long?
You bleed out silent, I bleed out loud,
Both of us fightin’, just lost in the crowd.
(Final Chorus – bigger, layered vocals)
Dear Hercules!
You carried the world, I’m carrying pain,
We ain’t the same but the struggle’s ingrained.
You broke mountains, I break verses with speed,
This is my letter to you—dear Hercules.
(Outro – whispered)
Yeah…
Strength ain’t muscles, it’s the war in your mind.
Signed… Slim.
