Coffins

I coffin the mic, spit venomous rhymes, We run them to Mike, where the darkness aligns, With spite in our veins, we ignite the flames, Putting wack emcees on ice, they're just names. I'm the lyrical assassin, with bars that cut deep, Leaving competitors in awe, while they sleep, You don't wanna fight, nah, you don't wanna test, My flow's a lethal weapon, leaving you impressed. I'm the king of this game, ruling with an iron fist, Every word I spit, leaves a mark like a twist, In the tale of your demise, as I rise to the top, You're just a pawn in my game, about to drop. (Chorus) I coffin the mic, we run them to Mike, With spite in our hearts, we ignite the hype, Putting them on ice, in the coldest of nights, You don't wanna fight, you're in for a fright. (Verse 2) I'm a lyrical beast, with a hunger for the throne, Crushing any opposition, they're mere stepping stones, I'm the predator in this jungle, hunting for prey, Every word I spray, leaves 'em in disarray. I'm the architect of chaos, crafting sonic storms, Leaving competitors torn, in their uniform, I'm the master of ceremonies, conducting this symphony, While you're just a footnote in rap's history. So step back, before you get devoured, By the wrath of my words, the ultimate power, I coffin the mic, with every verse that I write, So bow down to the king, or prepare for the fight. (Chorus) I coffin the mic, we run them to Mike, With spite in our hearts, we ignite the hype, Putting them on ice, in the coldest of nights, You don't wanna fight, you're in for a fright. (Bridge) I'm the alpha and omega, the beginning and the end, In this game of survival, I refuse to bend, So heed my warning, before it's too late, I'm the rap game's reaper, sealing your fate. (Outro) So remember my name, and remember it well, For in the annals of hip-hop, my story will tell, I coffin the mic, with every breath that I take, So bow down to greatness, for my legacy's sake.