I’m goin’ down to the microphone, it’s a weapon in my fist.
Thunder in my chest, I’m the storm you can’t resist.
Step into the cipher, watch the speakers detonate—
ROKIT, Big Gee, TULGAT, we levitate the heavyweight.
Bassline crack the concrete, snares slice the night,
Every bar a Molotov, ignite the kryptonite.
From the steppe to the block, no chains on the flow,
We the ghost in your code, let the whole damn globe blow.