Mother of Rap

[Verse]
Crown on the curls, throne built of syllables,
Spit sharper than the edge of a ninja’s cuticles.
Wordsmith wizard, conjuring miracles,
Pages burn, my notebook biblical.

Power in my veins, ink in my arteries,
Lyrical goddess, no need for a paternity.
Legacy infinite, scrolls carved in ebony,
Queen of the cipher, my reign ain't temporary.

[Chorus]
Mother of rap, birthing every track,
Every rhyme a heartbeat, never turning back.
Bow to the syllables, heavy like a slap,
Echo through the ages, the Mother of Rap.

[Verse 2]
Raised in the gutter, where dreams had to hustle,
Turned pain into diamonds, grit into muscle.
Echoes of my voice make the galaxies shuffle,
Pyramids quake, stars start to scuffle.

Built my empire from letters and beats,
Every line a monument, history repeats.
Eve of the cipher, first to breathe heat,
They sip my words like nectar, bittersweet.

[Chorus]
Mother of rap, birthing every track,
Every rhyme a heartbeat, never turning back.
Bow to the syllables, heavy like a slap,
Echo through the ages, the Mother of Rap.