Oct 26, 2025Sup fellas and one lady hidden in the corner! I recorded a new song over The Alchemist beat, check this out! Used ChatGPT to translate my lyrics properly and it's pretty spot on. I'm working on a mixtape over uncle Al instrumentals.
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TRANSLATION HERE:
So many rap artists keep dropping garbage on the speakers,
and that’s why I’m coming back — the hustler who turns rhymes
into pure mindfuck over beats, always loaded like TNT.
I don’t run out of that — I’ve been eating you mourners alive for years.
You envy the style and the talent — that’s just the truth.
Feels like all your lyrics come straight from a template.
In the last few years, rap’s turned into brainless noise,
except for a few who still have that real fire in their hearts.
MAR? I guess I’m like Ozymandias —
I say I release, because I’m dropping another batch.
How about you, homie? Still rapping on the mic?
Still not tired of the rap game? That’s sad, man.
Money keeps flowing into my account nonstop,
I’ve got a wife, a son, my own place — life’s pretty d--- good.
And I don’t care about all that background noise, the constant blah blah,
what’s “best for you” when everyone else just follows the stream?
Rap? For me it’s an escape and a way to relax,
not money, not fame, not some highway to heaven.
Even though I’m expanding what I do, I’m not chasing trends —
I just want my flow to move like a Porsche Panamera.
I haven’t released a single CD, and that’s no surprise,
‘cause I’m always on the move, quietly stacking my fortune.
But today I’ll fix that, I’ll finally break the silence,
‘cause I need to build something real out of these lines.
So I’m writing new verses — no exit in sight,
when I think it, I spit it — and I’ll even poke at Gen Z.
I’ll push the edge of synesthesia when I’m in the booth,
‘cause I know you’ll feel it when I press on your nerves.
Trash talk that no radio could ever give you —
I throw it out easy, no reason, no charge.
It’s not some online trend or viral nonsense —
I’ve been rapping seventeen years straight, on repeat.
Seventeen with breaks, sure, but whatever,
crews changed, friends, plans, even the whole concept.
Beefs made us harder — we fought sometimes,
then a week later we were sharing the same stage again.
Those were beautiful times, but we were walking through fog
every day, with no real prospects outside of that.
Today, not exactly the same — though I know some of my homies
didn’t make it through, to put it nicely.
f--- it — give me a beat, times ten,
I’ll give you a free mixtape for the fall in return.
It’s time to raise these ambitions higher than just singles,
‘cause now I’m writing faster and more often than ever.
Me? I’m an emcee, literally and metaphorically,
I’ve got the full trio — flow, skill, and power
to give my best. This track is a statement —
I’m coming back to myself, so please — be my guest, man.
