Temptation (432hz)

[Intro]
Like a lyrical persuasion when
I'm spittin’ words that keep ‘em down on the floor, not sure, but
Just feels like we're vibin’ different, Right now
It’s kinda like...
Like a lyrical persuasion when
I'm on a whole new frequency you ain’t tuned to (Ladies hit the floor)
Feels odd, but, uh
(Ladies hit the floor)
I guess it's kinda like, kinda like...

[Verse 1]
Feels like I'm shapeshiftin', turnin' into something exceptional,
Leavin’ rivals lookin’ minuscule, every move’s impeccable.
Better put a lock on your girl, keep her in line,
It's mental chess, endorphins spark as I rhyme.
Confidence crumbles when my bars roar out your speakers,
She’s infatuated, you’d expect a girl to go weaker.
Now you’re tryin’ to flex, tough guy demeanor.
Man, you’re so cheesy, thinkin' you’re some kind of schemer.
But if you think you're matching my level, buddy, you’re dreamin’.
I'm leanin’ back, head nod like, "Bruh, stop reachin’."
She’s whisperin’ my name, keepin’ me on her radar,
Your squad’s like, “Bro, she’s eyein’ that dude, she’s all star.”
Man, you better read between the lines.
She’s on my vibe ‘cause I rhyme tighter than your lines.
What else you expect her to feel?
How do you think she’s gon’ act in the sheets when she’s closin’ her eyes,
Imaginin' scratchin' my back to this beat?

[Chorus]
Temptation... allure
No one’s got it down like I do, that’s for sure.
''It’s like a lyrical temptation when''
One moment she’s on you, next thing she’s gone.
She’s been swayed and moved on,
''It’s like a lyrical temptation when''
Ain’t no match for my flow, that’s pure,
One minute she’s all in, next she’s withdrawn.
She’s been swayed and moved on,
''It’s like a lyrical temptation when''

[Verse 2]
She’s posted up, throwin’ back shots at the bar,
Said it’s faster to list what’s right than to tally up your scars.
Got her ride on repeat, every track is mine—
I'm on blast in every slot, and you’re left behind—oh, surprise!
Like the badge on that luxury whip: I shine.
I won’t be the one to settle for basic rhymes—nah!
Switch it up, watch ‘em freeze, they can’t keep up,
They ain’t got the skill or the thrill, so they just give up.
I won’t stop, not till I’m crowned the best,
Till I’m crushin’ expectations, no room to second-guess.
Every critic’s radar goin’ wild (Oh, snap!)
Got ‘em shakin’ up my name like a seismic map (Oh, snap!)
Quit your cryin’, ‘cause your girl’s on my lap (Oh, snap!)
You’re slippin’, she’s driftin’, I’m just statin’ the facts (Oh, snap!)
You confused if you think I ain’t flexin’ in my lane, boy.
And the game’s been flipped since I stepped on stage, boy.
You flaunt emotions like couture, I keep it plain, boy.
You chasin’ my shadow, but what’s that gonna gain, boy?
It’s your chick hittin’ me up, can’t blame me for the flame, boy.
She’s vibin’ to my rhythm; that’s your loss, so don’t claim, boy.

[Chorus]
Temptation... allure
No one’s got it down like I do, that’s for sure.
''It’s like a lyrical temptation when''
One moment she’s on you, next thing she’s gone.
She’s been swayed and moved on,
''It’s like a lyrical temptation when''
Ain’t no match for my flow, that’s pure,
One minute she’s all in, next she’s withdrawn.
She’s been swayed and moved on,
''It’s like a lyrical temptation when''

[Verse 3]
Feels like we’re locked in a lyrical tug of war with your mind,
You catchin’ this flow, girl? Well step in line.
Bring your ear close to the speaker, let me redefine,
While I drop this fresh exclusive, one-of-a-kind.
Got her hooked, loosening up—
Droppin' freestyle gems—wait, am I slippin' up?
Nah, I’m just leavin' you lookin' stuck. Got some news for ya:
You’re losin’ her.
Wait, she ain’t feelin’ that fast flow attack?
Think I’m tryna show off? I can flip it, slow it back.
It’s still a knockout, knock-down track,
You’ll wanna scrap your whole disc, toss it in the trash.
Dig through that mess, try salvagin’ somethin’ intact,
But no piece of it’s matching what I’ve spat, that’s a fact.
Bro, you think that weak rhyme scheme’s hittin’?
Feelin' yourself, thinkin’ you lyrically rippin’? Man, stop kiddin’.
These beats aren’t for playin’, they’re serious business,
They call me Inferno Chief, I shut it down when I’m spittin’.
Your entire armory couldn’t handle one verse,
I’m the antithesis of what you rehearse.
You’re just a glimpse of what I bring to the mic,
You’re a small-scale version of my larger-than-life type.
I’m phenomenal; you’re just in awe, stunned,
She’s mesmerized, got her jaw numb—
Can’t speak, she’s paralyzed, feelin' dumbstruck,
Caught up in my rhythm—what a conundrum.