"Your lost in my lyrical nightmare"...

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Part 1

"Your lost in my lyrical nightmare"...

Labyrinth of my mind… no exits… just lyrics sharpened with time…
You walk in… you don’t walk out… I’m the devil now…

I build lyrical mazes where rappers get lost in the haze,
Puzzle pieces of pain, every bar’s a booby trap laid.
Ain’t no G P S for this mental mind fuck, I plot the collapse,
Of wack rappers’ careers with the click of a thought, no callbacks...

Trapped in a verse, no keys, no escape hatch,
I crack spines with syntax, leave your brain in a sack—
Riddled with guilt, but the guilt’s in the rhyme scheme,
Double entendres sharp like a surgeon’s steel gleam...

Walk through my mind like a man in a maze made of mirrors,
Each reflection’s a memory soaked in tears and fears—
Mum’s prescription bottles, pops’ ghost at the door,
I turn trauma to treasure, my pain pays the score...

Labyrinth of my lyrical mind, no devil to fight—
I am the beast in the belly of night, blood in my bite.
You chase the echo, think you’re closing the gap?
I reverse the route—you’re lost in my trap...

Lyrically I’m a landmine, one step and you’re blown,
Wisdom wrapped in riddles like hieroglyphs in stone.
Cryptic but truthful, the truth wrapped in smoke,
I speak in serpentine—watch your mind start to choke...

They said, “Write something simple, something safe, just sell.”
I wrote a nightmare instead—welcome to my personal hell.
Every bar’s a cell, every hook’s a lock,
I’m Houdini with hate shot you with my glock...

Tick, tock—time’s up in this verbal asylum,
I split atoms with alliteration, mentality prison.
You hear the flow? It’s fractured, but flawless, precise—
Like a scalpel to ego, I slice it real nice...

I’m the Devil and I only see you the frail,
Every move’s three steps ahead, every rhyme’s got a tale.
Not for praise, not for fame—just the blood of the fake,
I feast on the frauds who just rap for the take...

Lyrical wisdom? Nah, it’s venom in my verse,
A curse in death, put you in a hearse you heard.
You came for the sound? You’ll leave scarred by the sense—
I don’t write rhymes, I write rites of descent...

So wander my maze, but know there’s no crown,
Just echoes of voices that drowned in the ground.
I’m the architect, executioner, scribe, and the strain,
Welcome to the nightmare… you’re already insane...

You thought it was rap… it was therapy with blades…
Turn around—did the exit just fade?
…Yeah. You’re stuck here. With me. Forever...