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Echoes in the Void 2 by Udit

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Echoes in the Void 2

Hip-Hop

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Hey Baby tron—
What the f*** is with tobey song?
Sounds like a kid playin’ ping pong.
You think when Em retires, you just claim the crown?
Man, you ain’t even close yet, but I won’t let the mic down.
And hope rather it shall be me the peeps will chap on.
Swore to myself, if Marshall steps, I’d be the echo in the void,
But damn, I ain’t ready—still scared, still a boy.
Got shadows in my vision, doubt in my veins,
So I pray Em lives long—150 years more so that I could make up for half of what he is now better than rest in the UG industry see right now, I ain’t got half his wit when I spit.
And your in sight now, as speaking of you, I don't think you will make even close as much as Chris Brown and eminem do.
You rap like you trained on TikTok battles with no ammo.
You really think it’s that easy to prey legend times two?
Twelve M-E-G-Os deep—man, I’m seein’ right through.
You’re a shoe. A leftover lace. A factory reject,
While we sketch symphonies from pain and defect.
Start with the bubble gum, get the DM heat,
But you ain’t in my scope, kid—you just a Twitter beat.
Better check the distance—my target’s precision,
You spittin’ surface-level bars in a deeper transmission.
Perception? Exhibition? Nah, this ain't for applause,
This is war paint in verse form with no cause.
Light we work on ain't the kind in your show,
It's the one that blinds truth in a lyrical flow.
Dreamers been dreamin’ since the cradle made of nails,
But I’m writin’ fresher with one hand than your brain ever scales.
Funky, yeah—but monkey bars break your weak style,
You tryna run a marathon on a three-step mile.
I know one pair, two minds—both sharper than you,
Shockwaves in syllables that leave your whole verse askew.
You say you the Obi-Wan? Then why you preach like a fraud?
How you Yoda and still nod like you lost in a pod?
Nah—I ain’t K-dot, but I’m K-1 in the clutch,
So hush all that hype, or get lyrically crushed.
Better think before you speak, 'fore you crown your position,
'Cause legends don’t self-claim—they’re carved into the mission.
This my One Piece, and you just a filler scene,
A weak season three episode they skipped in between.
Bottom of the line, and I hope you don't mind,
But next to Yoda the One—your whole face is just a dime.
Working on these lines like a puzzle on a broken floor,
Tryna write what I feel but I don’t know what I’m hoping for.
Mind races—flag raised, yet the meaning gets lost,
Like I’m waving my thoughts but the signal’s just tossed.
Thinking of words to make flags, not just colors and cloth,
But messages stitched from the fire and the frost.
Should I be the one who breaks out from the loop,
Or stay spinning circles in a clock with no truth?
It ain’t workin’ out, but I’m workin’ it out,
Tryna count every doubt that I turn into sound.
Putting down data, syncing soul with the stream,
While I rock this shirt high like I’m dressing my dreams.
But these words in my brain, they don’t flow from my mouth,
They get stuck on the to
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