Риф (English Version)

You can see the genius in the ones Whose words just spill out from the gut not planned When you carry all your nerves but keep the rhythm While people yell at you “Man you’e such an idiot” They say your thoughts are slime not real ideas That all you write is nonsense all about yourself That you just lock your thoughts inside a drawer Like one bad burp could stain the whole damn floor You trap yourself in panic and in fear While in your head it’s chaos loud and unclear Listen — this world is crooked just like my rhyme Every second person’s a critic every third’s a fool They keep saying “Quit you’ll never make it let it go” But I bite into the beat I tear into the soul of it Their words cut deep like knives but I’m tougher than steel My lines are weapons my tracks are medals I earned Let them stab my back let them laugh in my face I keep moving forward — I’m live I’m still me In all this chaos I’ll carve my own path Through negativity and borrowed identities Genius isn’t in the crowd’s approval It’s staying true to yourself — you hear me I break the mold I smash stereotypes My thoughts aren’t made for storefronts or rotten elites I write the way I breathe with no lies no disguise This is my underground this is life — take it The streets are whispering the walls are screaming Every stairwell has its own manifesto its own parade I’m no cover-star no glossy magazine myth I’m the voice of the basement a dirty riff Through noise and static through lies and fog I reach for the horizon where a new dawn waits I don’t need fame I don’t need the crowd Just a beat and a couple bars that’s enough They tell me “Give up forget it move on” But I know my words still carry force Every syllable lands like a punch Every verse cuts sharp like a blade I won’t sell myself I won’t fake who I am I stay the same — a Tasmanian Devil at heart Genius isn’t hype isn’t likes online It’s staying yourself even if the whole world burns I write on walls I shout into the dark This is my underground — freedom and revenge I’m not chasing charts not hungry for airtime My rap is a scar my beat is a virus They draw me borders they put me in chains But I break those links — that’s the whole secret Notebook in my pocket hurricane in my mind Every poem’s a blade every verse is a trap I don’t sell my soul I don’t chase the hype I write about pain fear sunsets and sunrise The streets know who here is authentic Who doesn’t play a part but actually lives it Not for likes not for money not for fame But for truth clawing up from somewhere deep inside Let the world crack apart let it fall into ruin My bars are anchors my rhymes are impact I’m not trendy not polished not for sale I’m the voice of the silent the cornered the real They whisper “You’re weak you can’t do it surrender” But there’s a storm inside me — I won’t break Every day is a fight every step is a challenge I’m not looking for shortcuts I’m looking for meaning Genius isn’t in glitter or stage lights But in never lying to yourself even in silence I write on basement walls I whisper in darkness This is my underground — freedom in me in you I don’t need awards I don’t need thrones The fire inside me is more than enough I’ll stay right here with asphalt and concrete Where truth is rough But it’s still my law Don’t bark and don’t growl I’ve got my own brain And it’s already melted melted away