This is my battle cry

[Verse 1] I started where the silence screams louder than any applause, Every word I wrote was a weapon, every line a raw cause. They told me to tone it down, to fit the mold they designed, But I tore the blueprint apart and built a new kind of mind. No handouts, no shortcuts—just the grind and the sting, I’d rather bleed on the beat than ride someone else’s wave, I’d sink. Clock ticks like a trigger, every second’s a loaded gun, I don’t ask for permission—I make the moment come. (Yeah!) [Chorus] This is my battle cry, echoing through the empty halls, I won’t break under pressure—I’ll break the walls. Every word I drop is a spark in the dark, a flame that won’t die, I burn every bridge behind me—there’s no reason to look back, I’m high. Don’t try to stop the storm—I’m the thunder in every line, I rewrite the script with every bar, every rhyme, every time. This isn’t luck—it’s the fire forged in the fire’s own heat, I own this moment, own this sound, own every beat. (Go!) [Verse 2] They thought they saw the end when the lights got too bright, But the brighter the spotlight, the sharper the bite. Triple-stacked rhymes, tongue-twisting, twisting the meter, I switch the rhythm mid-sentence—never let ’em forget it. From the underground echoes to the stadium roar, I earned every inch of space, I opened every locked door. No favors, no pity—just the scars and the taste, Turn every bruise into armor, let it cover the waste. (What!) [Chorus] This is my battle cry, echoing through the empty halls, I won’t break under pressure—I’ll break the walls. Every word I drop is a spark in the dark, a flame that won’t die, I burn every bridge behind me—there’s no reason to look back, I’m high. Don’t try to stop the storm—I’m the thunder in every line, I rewrite the script with every bar, every rhyme, every time. This isn’t luck—it’s the fire forged in the fire’s own heat, I own this moment, own this sound, own every beat. [Verse 3] Now the weight is heavier, the price is higher than gold, But the will is stronger than the stories they’ve been told. I see the critics sharpening their blades in the dark, But every whisper of doubt just fuels the spark. This ain’t just a verse—it’s a promise to the kid who believed, Who heard the noise and chose to stand, not to kneel. I won’t stop until my voice shakes the ground beneath, Until every shadow knows my name by the echo it leaves. (Let’s go!) [Chorus] This is my battle cry, echoing through the empty halls, I won’t break under pressure—I’ll break the walls. Every word I drop is a spark in the dark, a flame that won’t die, I burn every bridge behind me—there’s no reason to look back, I’m high. Don’t try to stop the storm—I’m the thunder in every line, I rewrite the script with every bar, every rhyme, every time. This isn’t luck—it’s the fire forged in the fire’s own heat, I own this moment, own this sound, own every beat.