Jam Merxi (Ritmo)-Remix 🎧

Ah, yeah mama, it's about to get real up in here, let's go

Yeah, it's the real talk, no filter, no mask, we came up from the bottom

Now we counting up the cash, Detroit or Queens, heavy like the past

You don't wanna cross lines, we don't give up no pass

I'm the product of pressure, I rhyme with aggression

Every line's a confession, this guy's dazzle lesson

I resurrect stress like a priest with obsession

Got bars so tight I could squeeze out depression

I'm colder than the shoulders of the rappers I froze

You can call me in cold, they decode my flows

I broke every mold that the industry chose

Now I'm doing victory laps in my old torn clothes

We don't play nah, we don't back down

If you step in the ring, better act like a clown

'Cause I'ma tear your pen up, I'ma empty my rounds

Two legends in the booth, that's a very old sound

I'm the hustler type, flip, paint, or plan

Used to move on the block, now I'm moving the band

With the mic in my hand and the world on demand

If money talk, I'm fluent, understand?

Nope, my words slide deep like razors on vinyl

Been rivaled with the idols since my first recital

I'm the spiral of cycles that titles recycle

I'm the wrong dude to mock, survival's unlikely

I'm surgical, vertical, murdering syllables with lyrical

Minimal, pitiful, criminal, I'm physical, physical

Stacking residuals, talk sleek, I'mma make your funeral digital