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Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah…
Turn that damn beat up…
This one’s just bars, don’t get it twisted…
(Verse 1)
Jesse came around talkin’ that shit again,
Actin’ like a boss but he’s playin’ pretend,
Big ass ego with a tiny little plan,
Always talkin’ crazy like he’s the damn man.
He run his mouth, swear he’s got it all figured out,
But everybody knows what the jokes are about,
Tryna look tough, tryna act so cold,
But that same old act is gettin’ real old.
(Hook)
Jesse, what the hell you tryna prove?
Talkin’ all that shit but got nothin’ to move,
You want that crown but you ain’t that dude,
Lost in the hype and a bad attitude.
(Verse 2)
I’m in the booth and I’m lettin’ it rip,
Every damn bar got a little more kick,
You throw a fit, I just laugh at the show,
You bring the drama, I bring the flow.
Quit actin’ like you’re something you’re not,
Quit thinkin’ you’re king when you’re missing the spot,
This is a roast, just a lyrical fight,
Jesse got cooked on the mic tonight.
(Outro)
(Verse 3)

Back on the beat, let the speakers shake,Every line I drop got the whole place awake.You came in loud, but the volume ain't skill,Takes more than talk if you're chasing a thrill.

I'm stacking these bars like they're bricks in a wall,Built from the ground while the fake ones fall.Every new rhyme got the crowd on go,Every new verse got the pressure on slow.

You keep saying you're next, but you're stuck in the past,Tryna win the race while you're running out of gas.I'm keeping my pace, never breaking my stride,Putting every single beat on a smooth ride.

(Bridge)

Turn it up one more time, let the bassline hit,Everybody in the room knows who came with it.No cheap shots, just a battle on wax,Every punchline landing, every verse attacks.

(Verse 4)

I've been locked in, working while you sleep,Planting these verses, now they're growing deep.You wanted smoke, now the room filled up,But I'm staying cool while I'm raising the bar up.

Every beat knocks, every rhyme connects,Nothing but respect for the art we protect.This is all music, nothing more than the sound,When the beat starts rolling, I'm holding it down.

I don't need hype when the bars speak loud,Every clean punch gets a rise from the crowd.You can throw words, you can make some noise,But I'm here for the music—not the decoys.

(Verse 5)

Another sixteen, let me ride this wave,Every single line got a little more weight.No shortcuts taken, no skipping the grind,Every new rhyme got a purpose behind.

The lights stay bright and the beat stays live,I'm just here making sure the track survives.Call it a showdown, call it a test,I'm giving everything and I'm doing my best.

When the final note fades and the echoes slow,The crowd decides how the story will go.Till the next beat drops, that's the end of the scene,Another rap battle, another routine.

(Extended Outro)

Yeah...Beat fading out, but the message stays.This was all bars, all music, all stage.No hard feelings when the curtains close,Just another rhyme that everybody knows.

Turn the lights down, let the speakers rest,Every artist steps up trying to be their best.That's the end of the track, that's the end of the night—See you on the next beat for another mic fight.