The Lyrical Chameleon (Rap)
Headlines burninā worse than May heat on the skin,
Half these āidolsā hide the devil within,
Truth gets traded for a click and a lie,
Whole world scrollinā while the real ones die.
Still taste the smoke from the towers in the air,
26/11 ā we still feel the prayer,
Wars makinā widows while the sunās still up,
While kids on the āGram keep actinā so tough.
Corona hit quiet, the streets went ghost,
The rich got shook when they lost the most,
Nature been screaminā, we deaf to the sound,
Greed got AirPods ā 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 beatinā in the chest,
Maybe God decided we aināt failed the test.
Screens got kids actinā hard for the lens,
Fake hitters flexinā for digital friends,
Everybody king when they typinā a threat,
Till real-life pressure make āem 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 donāt hide in shadows ā 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 ā ashes and pain,
Tommy-type moves when Iām dodginā the rain,
Cristiano focus, Iām chasinā 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 snappinā till the mic might break,
Meanwhile poor folks still losinā 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 slicinā through saints,
Media make misery just for the pay,
Politicians panic then publicly pray,
Digital devils been bendinā the brain.
Broken boys build bitterness daily,
Fake friends flex for attention and ratings,
World got grown men mentally shaky,
Now nobody talks ā 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 ā different turns in life.
Climate change got the coastlines sinkinā,
Kids chase clicks while the world stop thinkinā,
Churches and mosques still divided in distance,
But death donāt care about culture or pigment.
Borders stay tense, civilians stressed,
Terror in shadows still stalkinā the steps,
Bullets donāt care what religion you rep,
Pain sound the same in every dialect.
Iām the Lyrical Chameleon ā watch how I shift,
Sometimes Iām rage, sometimes Iām bliss,
Sometimes the villain they made from the pit,
Sometimes the kid hearinā sirens and screams.
I mirror the world every bar that I spit,
Thatās 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.
Thatās why they fear me ā I blend then attack,
Shape-shift flows while I bend every track,
The world changed men⦠now Iām changinā āem back.