Yeah...
You thought silence meant weakness.
But it was me letting you build your coffin...
properly.
I don’t rap, I resurrect words like Lazarus’s 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.
Turn revelations into revelations of what′s next.
I see 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 their silence.
Now I’m screaming truth so raw, even heaven feel violent.
I spit science, faith, quantum math in a blaze.
My bars bend light, 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 till it chokes.
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 chokes.
I don’t need a gun, my verse load 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.
Then told me write a song, so I bled out in cursive.
Where most men would be gone.
Every letter is a shift, every cadence a bomb.
Every chorus is courtroom, every ad lives the songs.
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 seen good men rock while the liars stayed fed.
I 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’nt fear no ground.
I’nt the villain.
I’m the voice that kept your mother from swallowing pills that night.
I’m the tear your father buried beneath addiction’s bite.
I’m the soul of every child you ignored in a fight.
And now I speak and silence dies tonight.
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 chokes.
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.
