Listen, heartbeat like a drumline, glass on the floor, I count the cracks, I own the echo.
Snap breath, the city's a jaw, I bite back, this is a blueprint of a comeback.
Step, cold pavement, hill to hell, snap the skyline with a syllable, I sell storms.
Metal rain, taste of rust, my pulse a metronome, that warmth's norm.
Stacked internal rhymes, ricochet chest clenched, I wrench the night, scar map on my palm.
Moonlit script, I write fights into light, I spit quick, slick bricks of truth, tongue tornado, verbal rigging.
Punchline swings, I leave the ring with the bell still ringing.
Glass lungs, city neon veins, I bleed headlines and goodbyes.
I lace grit in my vowels and let the consonants pry.
I cut the quiet — I! I crack the cold rise.
I break the dark — I! I take the night fly.
I hold the weight — I! I sharpen fate, stand.
I claim the crown — now! I shout it loud now.
Fast, cadence flicks, I flip scripts, short breaths, long leaps, tongue like a seamstress.
Stitch wounds into victory keeps, I trade whispers for thunder, confessional clinical raw.
I measure truth in the echo of footsteps that saw.
Punchline, I paid interest on doubt, now I foreclose on fear.
My laughter is a blunt object, carving maps with a star's fever.
No cliché smoke, no phoenix pledge, I sold her a crown from broken glass.
Took the shards, threaded a lesson, sewed a future to the past.
Quick cuts, flash frames of a life retooled, I'm fluent in scars.
I hustle a hymn from a hushed cell, light by the bars.
Breeze flow, hands trembling like subway rails at dawn.
There's a softness in my roar, a lullaby in the con.
I'm tender in the center, steel under the skin.
A quiet revolution, the loudest war within now.
Cut the quiet, rise.
Break the dark, fly.
Hold the weight, stand.
Claim the crown now.
Snap, I'm sprint syllables, spit ballistic balladry, rapid fire flare.
Stacking syllables, grenades of grammar, watch me tear air.
I strike streetlights, staccato cadence like broken morse.
I write shots in the sidewalk, scribble empires on the course.
I'm a ledger of comebacks, debit doubts, credit scars.
I trade the bitter for a battle hymn and sell it to the stars.
Cut the quiet, rise.
Break the dark, fly.
Hold the weight, stand.
Claim the crown now.
Cut the quiet, rise.
Break the dark, fly.
Hold the weight, stand.
Claim the crown now.
Cut the quiet, rise.
Break the dark, fly.
Hold the weight, stand.
Claim the crown now.
Echo this, every clipped breath is a drum beat.
In a march, every scar is cartography.
I map my arc, I leave the street with my name.
Carved in the air, glass crown on my head.
Louder than despair, this is the uprising.
Short, sharp, unforgettable.
Say my name, then learn to say it back.
