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(Verse 1)
I don’t bark — I bite, no leash, no chain,
Built from grit, from hunger pains,
They throw dirt on my name — I rain
On every parade they try to arrange.

Dead weight get cut like surgery,
Talk real slick but don’t murder beats,
I don’t compete — I purge the weak,
Every verse sound like emergency.

Heartbeat loud like kick and snare,
Cold stare make the room go bare,
You want smoke? Say it clear —
I bring that pressure, vacuum air.

I been savage since day one breath,
Pain baptized me, I bathed in stress,
Now every bar like a blade to flesh,
I don’t miss — I aim at necks.

(Hook — chant vibe)
War mode. No peace treaty.
Eyes red, don’t test me easy.
Built from the mud — street graffiti.
Crown heavy but it fit me greedy.

War mode. No retreat.
Steel-toe boots on the concrete beat.
Heart so cold but the flow so heat.
Step in my lane — that’s six feet deep.

(Verse 2)
They talk numbers, I talk impact,
They want clout, I attack facts,
I snap tracks like a bear trap,
One line — whole career collapse.

No friends in the field, just rivals,
Survival instincts — primal,
My circle tight like vinyl,
Yours fold up like recital.

I smell fear when you shake hands,
See fake love in fake plans,
I don’t move with no snake clan,
Cut grass — now I make bands.

(Bridge — fast, breathless flow)
Rage in my ribs, I don’t cage it,
Turn every L to a statement,
They wanna test my patience?
I turn their doubt to pavement.

(Outro — cold tone)
This ain’t rap — it’s a warning shot.
Every beat turn to a corner block.
I don’t climb — I storm the top.
You play king? I board the spot.