This track is a blistering lyrical onslaught—a fusion of raw personal testimony, elite wordplay, and multilingual aggression. It chronicles the journey of an Icelandic-born warrior who battled from the frozen tundras to the depths of naval warfare, from flipping eggs in the galley to earning a white coat in medicine, all while keeping a mic lit with prophetic fire. It's not just a rap; it's a declaration of survival, transformation, and spiritual vengeance.

Opening with a razor-sharp intro, the artist sets the tone with “Yo, check my vitals—mind’s in overdrive…”, immediately placing the listener inside the mind of someone too fast, too real, and too volatile to ignore. The first verse is a snapshot of the past, blending mythic references with hard-earned confidence—“Tengo fuego en mi lengua, soy el trueno del verso” affirms his bilingual dominance, while “Even pressure make diamonds when the beat goes cold” reminds us that greatness is forged under stress.

The first chorus is an aggressive mantra of resilience and purpose: “I breathe in lightning, exhale pain…”—a nod to the energy that fuels every bar and the pain that drives every performance. The second verse accelerates into high-gear with a staccato, high-speed delivery, showcasing the artist’s tongue-twisting mastery and mental sharpness. Lines like “I’m wired with wires that spark when I'm writin'” fuse imagery of technology and divine fury, reinforcing the theme of being more than human—a living cipher coded for chaos.

The second chorus strips back the bravado for a darker, more introspective edge, revealing that the true cost of success is isolation and emotional scars. It gives way to Verse 3, a reflective bilingual section that puts trauma front and center. Spanish lines like “Las heridas que cargo no tienen reverso” ("The wounds I carry have no reverse") dive deep into the emotional toll of resilience and rise.

The third chorus lifts everything with a triumphant, almost mythic tone—“I rose with the flame, I broke every chain…”—a victory cry for anyone who’s ever clawed their way out of the abyss with blood on their hands and fire in their chest.

Then comes the bonus section—a raw, unfiltered origin story told in brutal, personal detail. Born in Iceland and hardened by the unforgiving elements, the artist raps about earning U.S. citizenship, joining the Navy, surviving mental warfare, and finding redemption through love and medicine. The line “Hands that healed came from hands that bled” becomes a thesis for the entire track: this isn’t about stardom—it’s about turning suffering into salvation.

The aggressive chorus with a stutter effect mirrors the mental glitches, trauma, and the firestorm of emotion that defined the artist’s rise. “Y-y-you shoulda known I was comin’…” hits like a war chant—bold, defiant, and unrelenting. This leads into Verse 2, a bilingual, venomous clapback against fake prophets and social media egos, where legacy matters more than likes: “Fuck clout, I want legacy / I want gods to remember me.”

The second alternate chorus rides in on a haunting melody and underscores the battle-worn transformation with surgical precision—“Now I walk through fire in a patient’s shirt” symbolizing the duality of healer and warrior.

The final outro closes with a cold, calm dagger to the throat: “So next time you mention the name, speak with respect.” The final line—“Now my prophecy loud — remember my words”—cements the track as a personal gospel, a record of pain, defiance, healing, and fire that won’t be forgotten.

This song is more than music—it's a legacy in motion, a lyrical warpath through trauma, triumph, and truth.

Pulse of Prophet

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