Echos

[ record scratching] **[Verse 1]** Yo, step into this lyrical autopsy, the plot sickens, I’m the tell-tale heart, under floorboards, my beat quickens. A narrative so dark, Poe himself would shiver, In the realm of rap, I’m the undisputed giver. My flow’s a sharpened blade, dissecting your weak verse, I’m the madness in the night, a poetic curse. You try to match my pace, but your rhymes are too sparse, I’m the pounding beneath the planks, about to burst, a force. **[Verse 2]** I weave words like webs, in shadows I lurk, Your defeat, not a theory, consider it clerical work. Multisyllabic mayhem, my rhymes, a complex weave, Like the old man’s eye, you won’t see me grieve. I’m the crescendo of a heartbeat, erratic, yet precise, Your style’s outdated, mine’s cutting edge, a device. Bending words like the sanity I feign, In this battle, I’m the predator, you’re just the stain. [record scratching and base drop] [record scratching and base drop] **[Verse 3]** Under the guise of night, my verses take flight, Your attempts to keep up, merely a blight. I’m the embodiment of horror, in every syllable, a fright, Leaving you disoriented, lost, no light in sight. [ fast pace] My rhymes are an enigma, a puzzle, intricate, Your flow’s predictable, embarrassingly indistinct. I strike with the ferocity of a guilty conscience, Leaving you obsolete, in the past tense. **[Verse 4]** This is not just a battle, it’s a declaration, Of my dominion over this rap nation. Your efforts to dethrone me, merely a heartbeat, Silenced, with every measure, you retreat. So remember this lesson, as you lay defeated, inert, My rhymes will haunt you, an eternal hurt. I’m the tell-tale heart, my beats, your demise, In the end, it’s my victory that will rise. **[Outro]** As the final echoes of your defeat resound, [record scratching and base drop] [ [fade slowly ]