Shadows on the Mic

Oh. Oh. Yeah. Oh. Oh. Oh. won't let the moment pass. Yo, I'm docked in the dock of the psyche. Punchline tight as a vice. Spitting syllables stitched with grit, I roll dice With my life. Hydrogen doubt in the lungs, I Breathe fire on the page. Every bar a breath I reclaim, feel the roar From a hidden stage. I'm cataloging scars like Stamps in a rebel's passport. Words pistol-whipped and polished 'til they glitter In the dark. Mirror maze motivation, I lace my Thoughts with steel. Truth wears a disguise, I pull It out and reveal what's real. Shadows on the mic, I ignite what they try To hide. Rhyme receipts from the booth, I'm cashing Out the lies. Hammer-fisted verbs strike like rain On broken glass. I'm sprinting through the storm, Won't let the moment pass. Yo, every line a confession, every beat a confession Booth. Uh, I'm burning through excuses, trading them For stubborn truth. Crooked memory straighten when The tempo hits my chest. I'm a wordsmith gladiator, steel resolve Unimpressed. I battle with the noise, now I wield The quiet as a blade. Cut through fear with cadence, leave doubts in the Shade. Punchline parachutes, I jump when the hook Invites. Parachuting through the night sky and neon City lights. Yeah, I'm pacing the perimeter of Doubt, map pins of regret. But I wire the stage with courage and I'm Not done yet. If talk is cheap, I'll ransom It with the rhythm so bold. Ain't no closure 'til the truth is told and Retold. Yeah, shadows on the mic, I ignite what They try to hide. Rhyme receipts from the booth, I'm cashing out the Lies. Hammer-fisted verbs strike like rain on broken Glass. I'm sprinting through the storm, won't let The moment pass. Yeah, so hear me louder than The silhouette of the night. I'm carving my ascent in the echo of the Streetlight. Not here for fame, I'm here to mend What's torn. With every bar I'm reborn 'til the Last verse is worn. Uh. Oh.