[Intro ā (Chris Brown-style hook)]
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I hear the echoes callinā me again,
In the dark where the silence begins.
Heart full of pain, and a soul full of fire,
But I run through the flames with a voice in the wire...
(Endless... Echo... Never let go...)
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[Verse 1 ā Eminem-style Fast Build]
Yo ā I was born in a storm where the thunder talks back,
Heartbeat a snare and my soul's pitch black.
I was tossed in the fire with a mic and a prayer,
Now I torch every track like Iām breathinā in flares.
Fast-lane villain with adrenaline in veins,
Every syllable killinā when I'm spillin' the pain.
Iām a maniac messinā with the metronome,
Speedinā up the venom in my genome ā GONE.
Pain in my chest, no rest, confess,
I bled bars when I had nothinā left.
I'm the ghost in the booth with a godlike flex,
Every verse I drop is a cardiac test.
[Pre-Hook ā Spoken (Eminem-style whisper-growl)]
Canāt silence the echo, itās screaminā my sins,
Even when Iām done, it begins again...
[Hook ā (Chris Brown-style)]
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I hear the echoes callinā me again,
Fadinā in my head like my old best friend.
Break me down, I rebuild from the stone,
Even when Iām gone ā the echo lives on.
(Endless... Echo... Yeah...)
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[Verse 2 ā Machine-Gun Rap / Ultra Fast Flow]
Shatterinā limits, I'm sprintinā through sentences,
Synapses flippinā, I'm gifted with emphasis,
Every beat I breathe is a beast in a leash,
'Til I unleash heat like Iām teachin' the Genesis.
Weaponized trauma, encrypted in bars,
I spit so fast that I fracture the stars.
No facade, Iām raw, like my scars in a jar,
And I donāt slow down when Iām crashinā this car.
Iām a paradox ā cold rage with a halo,
Heart full of chaos but I move like Plato.
Haters talk slick, I eclipse like Draco,
Spit flames so quick, make the devil say āwhoa.ā
Speedās not a flex, itās survival mode,
Itās a mind in distress in a spiral code.
Itās a kid in the dark with a notebook soul,
Writinā echoes of pain to regain control.
[Bridge ā Dramatic Echo / Slowed-Down Bar]
They told me to quit, I was broken and beat,
But I laced up the verse, now Iām light on my feet.
I donāt run from the past, I just rap on repeat,
āCause the echo donāt stop ā it just feeds the heat.
[Final Verse ā Explosive Closer]
I spit scriptures in glitches, Iām vicious with visions,
No fiction ā just friction with infinite missions.
Iām twitchinā, Iām itchinā to tear down the prism,
With syllables split like a god-given rhythm.
Every āneverā I heardās in the verse I deliver,
So fast, itāll blast through your lungs like a shiver.
Iām the shadow that echoes in silence and rage,
Still turninā my trauma to lines on the page.
[Outro Hook ā (Chris Brown-style fade out)]
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I hear the echoes callinā me again,
Canāt drown āem out ā theyāre under my skin.
You can cage my voice, but the sound still grows,
Iām forever in the wind with the endless echoes...
(Endless... Echo...)
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