Letras
A true master never hesitates, He strikes when the spirit commands
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Yo, I'm tryna get my darts off, razor sharp linguistics
Every line surgical sliced through statistics.
Rhymes like scriptures carved in obsidian stone
Ancient wisdom from the block that I call my throne
Wu discipled verbal rifle, chamber rotation
36 ways to end your conversation
I spit that black ink, the monk meditate On beats
turn cyphers to templesKnowledge leak through the streets,
Burn incense While I load up a metaphor clip
Words ricochet off walls, every syllable flit
I'm divine with design, call me verbal architect
I build bars like temples, respect my intellect
I'm tryna get my darts off, yeah
Let the rhymes spark off
Verbal blade stays sharp, boss
Shaolin state of mind, never fall off
"Peace to the Gods!"
My darts glow crimson, dipped in divine ink
Each verse a sermon, make the weak minds think
I'm from where the cold nights hug the bricks tight
Wisdom from the struggle, that's that real insight
Dr. Wright with persona, rhyme like silk armor
Spit lava through parables, words bring karma
Chessboard life, move kings, guard pawns
My pen cut through the fog like a silent alarm
I'm tryna get my darts off, no disguise
Every truth I spit reflect in real eyes
Talk slick but the code stay ancient
Lessons in the rhythm, soul still sacred
I'm tryna get my darts off, yeah
Let the rhymes spark off, uh-huh!
Verbal blade stays sharp, boss
Shaolin state of mind, never fall off
He who speaks with purpose...strikes without fear
Yo, I'm monk-like tongue strike, lightning fast precision
My thoughts paint murals, every bar's a vision
I'm from the era where the rhyme was law
Before the fame, before the glitter and flaw
Still write scrolls in my rhyme book, aged with wisdom
Peace to the scholar's in cipher position
The darts don't stop till the truth get free