Step back, I’m the glitch in your matrix,
chrome tongue, I spit bars like it’s stainless—
your whole squad lookin’ pale, anemic,
I’m a crimson-stained crown, so regal, demonic.
Click-clack, bones crack to the 808’s seismic,
I ascend, no wings, just fire and caffeine.
Talk cheap? I tax every syllable,
leave your ego in critical, hospital.
I’m the echo that stalks your hall,
ghost in the codec, watch the empire fall.