millie
• Written by knull
(chorus)
I came to spit fire, rise from the heat,
With words in my soul, watch me claim the beat.
Every punchline I drop, I'ma make 'em retreat,
I'ma stand tall, never gonna face defeat.
(verse 1)
Born in the battle where the words get cold,
Grew up with rhymes, let the stories unfold,
I've been grinding so hard, got that lyrical gold,
Every verse I spit just leaves my foes controlled.
Life's an arena, gotta claim your space,
From the cipher to the stage, set the pace,
They doubted me then, but they see it in my face,
I'm a wordsmith, no time to waste.
I came to spit fire, rise from the heat,
With words in my soul, watch me claim the beat.
Every punchline I drop, I'ma make 'em retreat,
I'ma stand tall, never gonna face defeat.
(verse 2)
I've been through the battles, felt no fears,
But I'll never back down, I'll make 'em shed tears,
I've got a hunger for rhymes, been brewing for years,
I'ma chase the crown, silence all my peers.
In the land of the mic, I'ma be the king,
I'll rise to the top, make the crowd swing,
I'ma shout from the stage, let my verses sting,
I'ma conquer every rival, watch 'em cling.
I came to spit fire, rise from the heat,
With words in my soul, watch me claim the beat.
Every punchline I drop, I'ma make 'em retreat,
I'ma stand tall, never gonna face defeat.
(outro)
Yeah, this is my moment, watch me ignite the spark,
I'ma leave 'em in awe, tear 'em apart,
I'ma seize the battle, hit the mark,
In this rap battle arena, I'll play my part.
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knull
Member since October 8 2023