The Lyrical Chameleon (Rap)

Headlines burnin’ worse than May heat on the skin,

Half these “idols” hide the devil within,

Truth gets traded for a click and a lie,

Whole world scrollin’ while the real ones die.

Still taste the smoke from the towers in the air,

26/11 — we still feel the prayer,

Wars makin’ widows while the sun’s still up,

While kids on the ‘Gram keep actin’ so tough.

Corona hit quiet, the streets went ghost,

The rich got shook when they lost the most,

Nature been screamin’, we deaf to the sound,

Greed got AirPods — we buried in clouds.

Pune nights, man, the tension was thick,

Rumors of a blast made the whole city sick,

Still we woke up, heart beatin’ in the chest,

Maybe God decided we ain’t failed the test.

Screens got kids actin’ hard for the lens,

Fake hitters flexin’ for digital friends,

Everybody king when they typin’ a threat,

Till real-life pressure make ‘em break a sweat.

That kingpin pride when the ego gets fed,

Good men go dark just to stay in the red,

World flipped upside-down, monsters out,

They don’t hide in shadows — they walk through the crowd.

Winter came early, the throne look cold,

Everybody want power till the story get told,

Joker-type grins while the whole block burn,

Funny how chaos always get served first.

Got a Ghost in my head — ashes and pain,

Tommy-type moves when I’m dodgin’ the rain,

Cristiano focus, I’m chasin’ my mark,

While trend-chasers bark from the back in the dark.

One tweet drop and the whole world shake,

Culture so fake that the truth feel staged,

Legends still snappin’ till the mic might break,

Meanwhile poor folks still losin’ faith.

Young boys lost tryna mimic the screen,

Built like soldiers but stuck in a dream,

Too many podcasts, nobody got soul,

Too many voices, nobody control.

Sinister syllables slicin’ through saints,

Media make misery just for the pay,

Politicians panic then publicly pray,

Digital devils been bendin’ the brain.

Broken boys build bitterness daily,

Fake friends flex for attention and ratings,

World got grown men mentally shaky,

Now nobody talks — they just mask it with anger.

Pain made prophets and prisons alike,

One man write poems, another one strike,

One kid lose hope and pick up a knife,

Same dark road — different turns in life.

Climate change got the coastlines sinkin’,

Kids chase clicks while the world stop thinkin’,

Churches and mosques still divided in distance,

But death don’t care about culture or pigment.

Borders stay tense, civilians stressed,

Terror in shadows still stalkin’ the steps,

Bullets don’t care what religion you rep,

Pain sound the same in every dialect.

I’m the Lyrical Chameleon — watch how I shift,

Sometimes I’m rage, sometimes I’m bliss,

Sometimes the villain they made from the pit,

Sometimes the kid hearin’ sirens and screams.

I mirror the world every bar that I spit,

That’s why the flow keep changing like this,

The world changed colors… then it changed men with it,

Truth in disguise… so I learned how to switch.

That’s why they fear me — I blend then attack,

Shape-shift flows while I bend every track,

The world changed men… now I’m changin’ ‘em back.