You thought silence meant weakness.
But it was me letting you build your coffin. Properly.
I don’t rap, I resurrect. Words like Lazarus Breath. My pen got a pulse and it′s dragging death.
I ain’t here to flex, I’m here to correct the alphabet.
Rearrange your grammar till your spirits spell regret.
Every step I took in shadows calculated like chess.
Now I walk where angels panic and devils second-guess.
They say God′s the author, then I edited the text.
Turned revelations into revelations of what′s next.
I seen love weaponized in the hands of a liar.
Heard a pastor pray with one hand while the other lit fire.
I′ve been blamed by bloodlines that were bought with a silence.
Now I′m screaming truths so raw even heaven feel violent.
I spit science, faith, quantum math in a blaze.
My bars bend like split time like a glass DNA.
I got galaxies spinning from syllables I ain′t spit yet.
If I pause for three seconds stars will shift from the intent.
You ain′t ready for the voice of the one who never spoke.
Built from every broken hope, every note they ever wrote.
This ain′t rap, it′s judgment wrapped in quotes.
Truth ain′t loud, it′s silent.
You ain′t ready for the voice of the one who never spoke.
Built from every broken hope, every note they ever wrote.
This ain′t rap, it′s judgment wrapped in quotes.
Truth ain′t loud, it′s silent.
Till it shows.
I don′t need a gun, my verse low, got recall.
Aim at kings and crack crowns, leave them dripping in oil.
I plant seeds apocalypse in every bar I breathe.
So even atheists pray when I exhale on a beat.
I ain′t here to rhyme, I′m here to remind God.
That even he ain′t perfect, he made me out of flawed odds.
Tied trauma to talent and told me write a song.
So I bled out in cursive where most men would be gone.
Every letter is a shiv, every cadence a bomb.
Every chorus is a courtroom, every ad-lib′s the psalms.
I wrote this in the silence where your demons come to beg.
I′m the ghost writer of karma with your fate between my legs.
I′ve seen good men rot while the liar stayed fed.
I′ve seen peace shot dead in a prayer silhouette.
They say I′m too intense that I should tone it down.
But when you′ve been a grave, you don′t fear no ground.
I ain′t the villain.
I′m the voice that kept your mother from swallowing pills at night.
I′m the tear your father buried beneath the diction′s bite.
I′m the soul of every child you ignored in the fight.
And I speak in silence.
You ain′t ready for the voice of the one who never spoke.
Built from every broken hope, every note they ever wrote.
This ain′t rap.
It′s judgment wrapped in quotes.
Truth ain′t loud.
It′s silent till it chose.
I ain′t here to boast.
I′m the silence that provokes.
The shadow in your heartbeat, the reason that you froze.
This ain′t music.
It′s scripture penned in smoke.
I don′t kill with words.
I just let them know.
This ain′t music.
It′s scripture penned in smoke.
I just let them know.
This ain′t music.
It′s scripture penned in smoke.
