Lyrics: Arlec
Music: Arlec
Fistful of words, I’m Tyson with the syllables,
Bars hit harder, they seismic, unkillable.
Writing’s my weapon, these pages my Glock,
Bullets of wisdom ricochet off the block.
From the stoop where dreams turn to vapor,
Blueprints torn, still scheming on paper.
Spit truth in the cypher, my breath leaves craters,
Sharper than razors, these lines cut like traitors.
Heavyweight bars, they hit with no warning,
Night turns to day, but this fire keeps storming.
No gloves on, raw fists, I’m brawling,
Step in my ring, get wrecked by my calling.
Words like bricks, stacking truth in the rubble,
Built from the dirt where the snakes slither subtle.
Voice like a cannon, these rhymes are my shells,
Stories from corners where hope often dwells.
Lingo’s a jungle, my syntax a machete,
Flow so sharp, every syllable deadly.
Catch me in the booth, no cap, I’m steady,
Bars so heavy, make the weak feel sweaty.
Heavyweight bars, they hit with no warning,
Night turns to day, but this fire keeps storming.
No gloves on, raw fists, I’m brawling,
Step in my ring, get wrecked by my calling.