Cashin' In
Your Artist Name

Im partial to arson
So my arsenal is parchment
Impartial to Larson
So my cardinal is profit
Coughing up coffins
For marginal prophets
Sawing off shotguns
And plotting the pocket
Dropping the pin
And sendin in da deposits
Dripping from the pen
And killing the comments
God I’m cashing in
on all of this nonsense

Full force aggression, no more discretion
Every lesson's a weapon, in this rap profession
Session after session, confessions of transgression
I'm lettin' out my anger, without suppression

Breaking down walls, steady with the ambition
Fuel to the fire, defiant in my mission
Tying up loose ends, no more contradiction
Rising from the trenches, against the opposition

Hexes and vexes, I brand my initials
Anxiety and apathy, the loading missiles
Signal for the storm, when the bell's official
No more playing nice, embracing the visceral

Tempers flaring high, in this brutal takeoff
Rawer than the raw, ticking like a Molotov
Calling revolution, no room for a standoff
Hear it in my voice, every verse is a write-off

Bridging chaos, in every badass line
Kicking down doors, breaking the confines
No more silence, no more waiting in line
I'm cashin' in hard, my moment to shine

Profits in the pen, currencies in my veins
Ink of the martyrs, flowing through my refrains
Rebuttal of the norms, breaking from the chains
Cashing in on life, amidst all the pain