Born in the fire, raised in the smoke,
Every lesson came hard, every night I was broke.
Mama prayed over meals, stretchin’ rice in the pan,
Pops was a shadow, had to grow into a man.

Cracked streets, cold nights, no coat for the breeze,
Watchin’ hunger turn to crime, turn to blood in the streets.
Taught myself the game, built my own foundation,
Pressure tried to break me, now I’m here, built for greatness.


Pressure makes diamonds, I done been through the fire…
Lost in the struggle, still I keep climbin’ higher…
Ain’t no breakin’ me, ain’t no changin’ me…
Through the pain, I remain, and I shine through the rain…

”Had to make somethin’ outta nothin’, feel me?"


Watchin’ good men fold, watchin’ lost ones pray,
Watchin’ killers turn poets with no words left to say.
Evictions wrote my story, hunger made me move,
Desperation made hustlers, no choice but to choose.

They told me, “Play it safe,” but I was built for the climb,
Took the long road home, turned my losses to shine.
Pain never left, but it carved me in stone,
Now my name live forever, even after I’m gone.

They say pressure bust pipes… but it also make kings.
I done seen the realest break, and the weak ones lead.
You either let the world fold you…
Or you learn to shine.

Pressure makes diamonds, I done been through the fire…
Lost in the struggle, still I keep climbin’ higher…
Ain’t no breakin’ me, ain’t no changin’ me…
Through the pain, I remain, and I shine through the rain…

Pressure Makes Diamonds

Rules ain’t written in no book…
They carved in the pavement,
Etched in the scars,
Buried in the silence of the ones who ain’t here no more.

You either move smart… or get moved on.
Ain’t no second chances,
Ain’t no rewind button.

See, where I’m from…
Loyalty ain’t just a word—it's a contract.
You break that?
You just a dead man walkin’."


"This ain’t just music…
This ain’t just another hood story…
This is game.
This is law.
This is survival."


This is Dogma

Intro - Loyalty Over Everything

Sun hit the chrome while I slide real slow,
Candy-coated Chevy, sittin’ low like a ghost.
Palm trees sway while the speakers knock beats,
Mellow in the air, got the world feelin’ free.

White walls spinnin’, paint drippin’ like a dream,
Every turn tell a story, every street got a scene.
Ain’t in a rush, we just roll to the rhythm,
Lettin’ time pass slow while the oldies keep hittin’.

Low-ride, slow ride, let the bassline hit…
Cali breeze, palm trees, we just vibin’ a bit…
Let the chrome keep gleamin’, let the speakers keep knockin’…
Ain’t no rush, just slide, ain’t no reason to stop it.

License plate say "West," bumpin’ classics in the deck,
Got the ragtop down, and the city showin’ respect.
Whip sittin’ pretty, whole crew laid back,
Rollin’ through the boulevard, leavin’ dust in the past.

Sippin’ on something cold, speakers on blast,
Feelin’ like a king while the palm trees dance.
Ain’t no rush, let the day move slow,
Another sunset in the city we know.

West Coast sunshine, feel the heat on ya skin…
Ain’t no worries, ain’t no rush, just let the day begin…"

We just coolin’, slow motion, feel me?

Low-ride, slow ride, let the bassline hit…
Cali breeze, palm trees, we just vibin’ a bit…
Let the chrome keep gleamin’, let the speakers keep knockin’…
Ain’t no rush, just slide, ain’t no reason to stop it."

Lowrider Dreams

Scene switch quick when the paper stack high,
Same hands you fed gon’ reach for your pie.
Kept my moves low, circle real tight,
Ain’t no love in the glare of them rearview lights.

Bridges get burned ‘fore I let 'em collapse,
I see envy in they eyes like a mirror with cracks.
I don’t blink when they flinch, don’t pause when they act,
Wolves dress like sheep—been learned not to relax.

Enemies in my rearview, closer than they seem,
Plot while they smilin’, prayin’ on the scheme.
Enemies in my rearview, shadows in the beam,
I don’t trust the words—only trust what I’ve seen.

Seen fam turn foe for a chain and some clout,
Seen real ones fold when the pressure ran out.
Hugs in the day, backdoors in the night,
Ain’t no prayers when the loyalty light get sniped.

Freeways fast, but the snakes move slick,
So I glance left, glance right—finger close on the click.
Keep my peace when the plot get thick,
Cuz the calmest in the room always first to get picked.

Ain’t paranoia if it’s patterns you see…
History repeat, envy come free.
Rearview clear…
But the game still dirty.

I don't lose sleep over snakes in disguise,
Just adjust my route, never blink at the lies.
They clap when you climb, plot while you toast,
Seen ‘em drown in the fame, get ghost from the coast.

Build bridges for the loyal, burn quick for the fake,
Rather ride one deep than eat off a snake.
Price on success? It’s the trust you lose,
Gotta learn quick how to read their moves.

Mirrors show faces that been switched before,
Ain’t no second chance when you slip at the door.
So I keep the lane clear, foot steady on steel,
Enemies in the rearview… but I’m ahead by a wheel.

Enemies in my rearview, closer than they seem,
Plot while they smilin’, prayin’ on the scheme.
Enemies in my rearview, shadows in the beam,
I don’t trust the words—only trust what I’ve seen.

Enemies in my Rearview

Out here, it's tactical warfare—predator or prey, no in-between.
These streets don't forgive; one mistake and you're gone.
We survive through strategy, discipline, and cold execution.
187 ways to win—listen close. 

In a city full of predators, I'm ahead of the pack.
Every move is calculated, no chance to backtrack.
Loyalty's a myth till it's put to the test.
Keep my circle tight-knit, only rock with the best.
Learned young: the friendliest face often fake.
Never turn my back, won't get bit by a snake.
I move in silence, never broadcast my plans.
Keep 'em guessing, can't counter what they don't understand.
Stay armed and ready, keep that steel by my side.
If trouble kicks off, best believe I'm first to ride.
Hesitation is fatal, so I strike first and fast.
No remorse for a foe—leave 'em ghost in the past.
My mentality's cold-blooded, each step is precise.
This blueprint for survival demands sacrifice.
My mind holds 187 ways to rise to the top.
In a kill-or-be-killed world, I ain't never gon' stop. 

187 ways to win—by any means, on sight.
Cold and calculated, we gon' grind through the night.
Trust none, guard your back, only the ruthless survive.
Blueprint to the top—blood and sweat just to thrive. 

While they sleep, I'm grinding—up before dawn.
Every sunrise finds a new strategy drawn.
Playing chess, not checkers—I plan ten moves ahead.
Make sacrifices now for that future bread.
No anger, no impulse—I keep my fury controlled.
A clear mind under pressure worth more than gold.
Flashing cash paints a target, so I lay low and stack.
Real power moves in silence—that's how I attack.
While they chase quick highs, always fiend for a thrill.
I'm sober, plotting deals—flip a grand to a mill.
Keep quiet when pressed—never fold, never snitch.
Live and die by this code: every rat dies in a ditch.
Enemies and the system keep on praying I fall.
But I'm quick on my feet, sidestepping them all.
Came from the gutter, now I'm gunnin' for the crown.
187 ways to win—won't ever stay down. 

This ain't a game—it's survival of the fittest.
Every move you make is life or death.
No second chances; only the ruthless rise.
187 ways to win... or you lose. 



For a bag of cash, my day-one homie turned snake.
Tried to set me up at midnight, thought I'd be easy to take.
But I read him quick and flipped that script around.
Put him under the dirt—he ain't never been found.
Loyal to the loyal—I never turn on my kin.
But cross me once and you won't cross me again.
So I ride solo, my shadow my only friend.
Better that than fake love that won't last till the end.
Went from prey to predator, now they all fear when I creep.
Those wolves turn to sheep—when I show up, not a peep.
Took bullets and losses, yet I keep coming back.
Can't stop, won't stop—pressure keeps me on track.
Every scar on my flesh is a medal I've earned.
Proof I survived when so many others got burned.
They fear me, but they damn sure respect my name.
Earned every ounce by living this code—not for fame.
K-9 by name—I got that dog in my soul.
Unleashed on these streets, locked on my goal.
Cold-blooded focus—failure's not in my story.
Victory by design—187 ways to glory. 

187 ways to win—by any means, on sight.
Cold and calculated, we gon' grind through the night.
Trust none, guard your back, only the ruthless survive.
Blueprint to the top—blood and sweat just to thrive.

187 ways to win

Every story gotta end, every dog got its day,
Left my truth on every track, nothing left unsaid.
This the final bark, the curtain fall,
My spirit echoed clearly, answering the call.

Journey through shadows, found light in the dark,
Every battle left scars, each one made its mark.
From Compton corners to stages and lights,
Spoke my pain, my truth, conquered all fights.
Street scriptures written, lessons passed on,
Legacy solid, my voice never gone.
Through the beats and verses, my soul resides,
Realness eternal, my truths never hide.

If tomorrow never promised, let today speak clear,
Gave you pieces of my heart, my hopes, my fears.
Final bark ringing loud, echoes never fade,
Peace in knowing every due fully paid.

Thankful for the journey, grateful for the scars,
Pain was my teacher, struggle wrote these bars.
To my people who believed, know we rose above,
Final bark from the heart, forever peace and love.
This chapter ends, but my story lives on,
Through every listener, long after I'm gone.
So play it back, listen close, hear my spirit depart,
This the last bark, forever etched in your heart.

Final words, K-9 signing off, respect to the game,
Bulletproof soul, remember the name.
Peace.

Outro (The Last Bark)

Get up!
Streets raised me, built my vision clear,
Concrete lessons turned pain sincere.
Queens hustle, Compton wisdom here,
Two coasts unified—real ones persevere.

Sidewalk lessons etched deep in my veins,
Mama worked doubles through storms and pains.
Dreamed from bodegas under subway trains,
Now my words weigh heavy like Cuban chains.

Queens concrete gave scars and stripes,
Learned early—dreams vanish overnight.
But struggle births legends who refuse the plight,
Turn darkness to dawn—pen became my light.

Dominican blood, NYC grit,
Built from poverty, but rich in wit.
Every lyric honest, every bar legit,
Fusion the name—the flame been lit.

Streets raised me, built my vision clear,
Concrete lessons turned pain sincere.
Queens hustle, Compton wisdom here,
Two coasts unified—real ones persevere.

Palm trees sway, helicopters patrol,
Single mother hustle kept food on stove.
Lowriders bounce, street life took tolls,
Compton concrete birthed wisdom and soul.

Smooth as Snoop, Ice Cube's conviction,
Lyrics hit real—no fiction depiction.
Gunshots echoed, streets taught ambition,
Turned pain into gold—real-life alchemist vision.

G-funk grooves where I laid my scars,
Life on corners defined these bars.
Went from street corners to boulevard stars,
K-9’s testimony—truth in guitars.

Streets raised me, built my vision clear,
Concrete lessons turned pain sincere.
Queens hustle, Compton wisdom here,
Two coasts unified—real ones persevere.

East Coast cold with a New York walk,
Learned life’s game, street language talk.

West Coast rhythm, palm trees and chrome,
Compton-raised vision, forever my home.

Two worlds collide, same scars and battles,
Bodega dreams, lowrider rattles.

Street poetry—Queens to CPT,
Different hoods, same hustle, same key.

Wisdom universal, struggle refined,
Manny Fusion, K-9—voices aligned.

From concrete cracks to lyrical kings,
Streets made us who we are, let the truth ring.

Streets raised me, built my vision clear,
Concrete lessons turned pain sincere.
Queens hustle, Compton wisdom here,
Two coasts unified—real ones persevere.

Streets Raised Me (ft. K-9)

In these city psalms, singin’ prayers through the pain
Every corner’s holy, every sinner got a saint
Angel choirs hidden beneath sirens and alarms
Still we rise up stronger, guided by these city

Queens stories vivid, streets speak, and I listen
Dímelo, borough prophet, bringing truth to my mission
Sirens harmonize with gospel, preachin’ survival
Concrete jungles and chapels, battles won with revival
We bleed hustle, prayers inked in tattoos
Barrio dreams heavy, wear scars like medals too
Bachata sample, pain and joy intertwined
Blessings hide in shadows, wisdom deeply refined
Jackson Heights scripture, this my testimony told
Holy water flow, warm hearts in winters cold

In these city psalms, singin’ prayers through the pain
Every corner’s holy, every sinner got a saint
Angel choirs hidden beneath sirens and alarms
Still we rise up stronger, guided by these city psalms, guided by these city psalms, guided by these city

Berkeley nights quiet, but demons loud within
Suburban streets whisper of privilege wrapped in sin
Mental chains heavy, pressure cooking silence
Homes built with gold, still a battlefield of violence
Tears hidden easy, depression softly spoken
Ambitions battle doubts, spirits bruised but not broken
Gospel pianos playing, truths becoming clear
Privilege ain’t protection, mental battles severe
Every prayer whispered, rhymes paint sacred art
Suburban hymns sung deeply, scripture from the heart

In these city psalms, singin’ prayers through the pain
Every corner’s holy, every sinner got a saint
Angel choirs hidden beneath sirens and alarms
Still we rise up stronger, guided by these city psalms

Through struggle and peace, darkness and light
Each verse a prayer, each day a fight
City psalms echo, spirits collide
Strength in these stories, pain sanctified

Queens gospel preached, speakin’ light to the dark
Street scriptures livin’, I ignite with a spark
Prophets from boroughs, messengers divine
Blessing every corner, city prayers align

City Psalms

Winter Prayers

Yeah… they call me K-9 for a reason.
Loyal to the bone—till you cross me.
Manny… you fucked up.
Let me talk to you.

(Ahead of the game), no you are not, but you claim to be
I regret putting you on a song with me
But how come you think you’re ahead of the rest?
Well, I have a theory, I would like to put it to the test
‘Cause you’re weak in your mind, you’re weak, and you’re lame
And once I’m done with you, it gon’ leak from your brain
‘Cause I’m coming in with the heat, and my aim
Is so fuckin’ good, the whole hood fears my name
‘Cause I’m K-9, I got that dog in my soul
Been the king of the streets since I was 12 years old
My mama always said, “You gotta do what you’re told”
I said “Fuck that”, I don’t fit that mold
Bulletproof Soul? My fuckin’ bullets leave holes
And I’m coming for you Manny so better lay low
Streets raised me, and I’m out of control
You’re fusion? Nah—you diluted, you fold

Talk slick, catch a bite from the real one
Manny talkin’ high, but he ain’t never killed none
Talkin’ ’bout ahead? Boy, stay in your lane
’Fore I chew through your bars, leave blood in the rain

He said NYC grooves, money moves, Queens crown
But your rhymes sound sweet like a playground clown
You dancin’ in Spanglish like it’s all for show
But this West Coast bark got that murder flow
You cappin’ in the mirror with ya choir boys singin’
While I was dodgin’ raids, in the alleys I was swingin’
Your game built on likes and borrowed hype
Mine’s carved in concrete, blood, and street fights
I fed you, clothed you, gave you a lane
Now you bite the hand? That’s dog food, mane
You say “Pa’lante”? I’m sayin’ “Pavement.”
’Cause your body ’bout to meet it for your lack of engagement

Talk slick, catch a bite from the real one
Manny talkin’ high, but he ain’t never killed none
Talkin’ ’bout ahead? Boy, stay in your lane
’Fore I chew through your bars, leave blood in the rain

Bulletproof Soul? That was fiction, kid.
You was never bulletproof. You was bullet-assist.
Without me, you just a slogan in sneakers.

Remember “Streets Raised Me”? That was my soul, my pain
You was just a guest in the house of real game
Now you tryna flex on me with gospel and horns?
I baptize you in flames, leave you holy and torn
Your hooks got choirs, mine got fire
Your image? Designed. Mine? Empire.
You want crowns? I break those in half
Then bury ‘em deep in the Compton path
Fusion, huh? You more like confusion, bruh
Barkin’ at K-9? You must be delusional

Talk slick, catch a bite from the real one
Manny talkin’ high, but he ain’t never killed none
Talkin’ ’bout ahead? Boy, stay in your lane
’Fore I chew through your bars, leave blood in the rain

Game ain’t to be told, it’s to be sold…
But I gave you a free sample.
Don’t make me serve the full plate, boy.

Down, Dog

Ya tú sabe’…
You barking loud, but dying slow, perro.
Queens shit… we don’t play fair, mane.

You talk tough, but ya bark got no bite
Old mutt, stuck in the yard, outta sight
Call yourself K-9? More like K-Weak
I pull up, spit ether, watch that OG leak
Bulletproof Soul? Bitch, you ain’t cracked me
You dropped threats, but ya whole style tacky
Talkin’ ‘bout Compton, yeah that shit sound nice
But you washed like them Dickies, worn out twice
I’m Queens bred, ruthless, eat dogs for dinner
You a lost pup, I’m the real born winner
Ya flow stuck in ’96, I move with the now
Fusion too cold, make that gangsta bow

Muzzle that fool, all bark no kill
Dog talk tough, but he ain’t that real
Wanna snap? Get clapped, stay still
You the past tense, I’m the new raw deal

Grrrr… who the fuck let you off leash?
Diss track weak, couldn’t even impeach
You a has-been, clingin’ to faded glory
I’m a headline, you background story
K-9? More like K-9-1-1, emergency callin’
I drop bombs while your fanbase fallin’
Ya mama said do what you told—well bitch, obey
Sit the fuck down, this Fusion don’t play
Queens hustle heavy, my game’s global reach
While you stuck in the corner, mumblin’ street preach
Lowriders nice, but I drive the charts
You drive bitter bars with retirement starts

Muzzle that fool, all bark no kill
Dog talk tough, but he ain’t that real
Wanna snap? Get clapped, stay still
You the past tense, I’m the new raw deal

You fed me? Nah, I fed myself
Stacked my plates, put plaques on shelf
You say I bit hand? Naw, I took your crown
Now that weak ass throne getting melted down

Compton tales cute, but ya time expired
Talk king shit, but nobody inspired
West Coast legend? Nah, just a bitter old head
Still dreaming of ‘Pac while I’m stacking street bread
Ya bullets? Missed. Ya disses? Soft serve
You pulled up on Fusion, got what you deserve
K-9 barking? I turn dogs to stew
Queens giant, boy—who the fuck is you?

Muzzle that fool, all bark no kill
Dog talk tough, but he ain’t that real
Wanna snap? Get clapped, stay still
You the past tense, I’m the new raw deal

You bark loud… I bury loud.
Fusion season, no mercy… dog down.

Rabid Dog (Muzzle That Fool)

Oh, you really done it now, huh?
Thought Queens could step to Compton?
Cute…
But now?
I’m off the leash. No rules, no love, just pain.
Let’s go.

You talk bark but I talk scars, difference in depth
You spit flex, I spit death, breathe street with each breath
“Muzzle that fool”? Bitch, you shook when I growl
Your whole catalog cute, but I’m gutting you now
You Fusion? More like watered down mimic
I’m raw like dope lines straight cut, authentic
Talk global reach? I’m local myth, legend in flesh
Queens boy fragile, I’m a war vet with a TEC
You viral? That’s sweet, internet tough guy dreams
I’m nightmares in alleys, pulling triggers on schemes
Your crew soft, half of ‘em couldn’t spell beef
I pull up dolo, make the pastor preach grief
I fed wolves, you fed off industry plates
Cosign junkie, hoppin’ trends, chasin’ clickbait

Dog eat dog, you barked up the wrong hood
I bite, you bleed, understand it ain’t good
No mercy, street certified and sworn
You woke the wrong beast, now you wish you was never born

You say you eat dogs? Boy, that’s cannibal lies
I seen Queens crumble, ya OGs paralyzed
You from bodegas? Cool, I robbed them at 12
Before you rhymed Spanglish, I was giving ’em hell
Dominican dreams? I turn ‘em to night terrors
Your pa’lante ain’t shit, I crash errors on servers
Money moves? Funny dude, your deal’s on TikTok
Mine’s under tables where real killers don’t talk
Your girl’s in my DM, asking for real men
Told her stay loyal, but she love dogs, amen
She call me papi, you still in boy phase
I school sons, while you stuck counting plays
NY grooves? Sound like nursery flows
I spit felony facts, you post Twitter woes
Talk bilingual bars? I speak war in tongues
Queensbridge ghosts haunt you, Compton got guns

Dog eat dog, you barked up the wrong hood
I bite, you bleed, understand it ain’t good
No mercy, street certified and sworn
You woke the wrong beast, now you wish you was never born

You ain’t built for this, Fusion.
You industry, I’m infantry.
You trendy, I’m timeless.
You the prey… I’m the hunter.

Your mom shoulda told you don’t fuck with grown men
But now you in the morgue, toe-tag with no pen
I write eulogies mid-verse, murder art elegant
You IG live, I real life, you irrelevant
Compton raised demons, I sip blood at dusk
You brunch, I bust, hollow tips with no trust
You think you Fusion? Naw, you fried and confused
Caught between lanes, now your ego abused
I made “Bulletproof Soul” and carried your verse
Without me, you Manny Who? In a digital hearse
Queensbridge legends ain’t claim you, boy you a fraud
I spit with the force of a Crip in the yard
Talk peace when scared, talk tough when hype
But I bend rappers over, doggy style with the mic
You soft as your hook, choir boy on tour
I’m death in the flesh, Compton carnivore

Dog eat dog, you barked up the wrong hood
I bite, you bleed, understand it ain’t good
No mercy, street certified and sworn
You woke the wrong beast, now you wish you was never born

Dog Eat Dog (Final Warning)

Dímelo…
This ain’t a diss track. This a eulogy.
Let’s lay this dog to rest. One bark at a time.

They say the loudest in the room ain’t the realest one talkin’
You barked loud—now watch how the reaper come walkin’
You K-9? Bitch, you more like a poodle with mange
Your whole catalog crusty, outdated, deranged
Still rappin’ ‘bout TECs and corner store sticks
Meanwhile, I’m with execs makin’ billboard hits
You in alleys with ghosts, I’m in suites with the gold
You stuck in ’94, still tryna act bold
That G-funk played out, that lowrider bent
Your cadence got arthritis, your bars got rent
You dropped “Dog Eat Dog” like it was hard as hell
But it sound like an old man just forgot how to spell
You preach violence and fiction, I spit culture and facts
You a Compton cosplay, I’m the Bronx with plaques

You ain’t a killer, you a kennel clown
All bark, no bite, just a burial sound
Bury that bark, silence that pain
Your name held weight—till I snapped that chain

Let’s break it down—lyrical autopsy, surgical bars
We dissectin’ your soul, leave your ego in jars
“Bulletproof Soul”? Nah, you lied on the record
You ain’t bulletproof, you the one that got peppered
Beneath that bark is fear, behind those threats is a mask
You a fake OG, floppin’ in a washed-out casket
You fed me? Nah, I brought the feast to your lawn
Now I’m pissin’ on your grave to the beat of your song
You said my girl DM’d? Bro, you delusional, lame
She said your dick game weak and your pockets got shame
“Compton legend”? Who vouched? I checked receipts
Even OGs in Watts said, “K-9’s obsolete”
Your metaphors cheap, your cadence a chore
I’m fluent in pain, but you? You just lore
You scream war, but I see panic in frame
I’m that polished machete—you’re a rusted chain

Now bow your head, K-9, your bark’s gone cold
This funeral track gon’ never get old
Queens priest at the pulpit, preachin’ your end
Your last breath rhyme… delivered by a friend

Melt this mutt down, turn fur into flame
Ashes to ashes, not even a name
Kairo Malone? That government don’t mean shit
You a walking ghost in a Reebok fit
I spit bilingual like I’m sprayin’ machetes
You spit that fiction like a broke out Chevy
You wanted the smoke? I brought the volcano
Compton boy shook, I turned bark into halo
I’m in Medellín penthouses, sippin’ on rum
You in Motel 6, callin’ Uber for crumbs
Your whole discography’s hospice rap
I’m the future, the flame, the culture, the map
Six-minute clinic, toe-tag included
I nuked your career, now your whole rep diluted
You gave me a platform, and I outshined the light
Now I’m stompin’ your legacy night after night

El funeral del perro, close that door
Tried to bite God, now you bleedin’ on the floor
Street to the pulpit, I rose from the fire
You came with war, but I’m truth in the choir

Queens made me ruthless.
Compton couldn’t cage me.
Now I bury the bark.
Manny Fusion — out.
May the dog rest in pieces.

El Funeral del Perro

This ain’t a diss… it’s a reset.
A new scripture in the Book of Bark.
Manny… I won’t raise my voice.
But I’ll raise the dead with what I’m ‘bout to say.

You see, I used to play this game like it meant something.
Mic in one hand, soul in the other.
Then you stepped in… flamin’ bright, hollow as glass.
I fed you legacy. You fed me cap.

So now… we go deeper. Beyond bars. Beyond sound.

Let’s operate, scalpel to your narrative
Queens got you feelin’ royal, but you fabricated heritage
Salsa sample rapper, ain’t seasoned in blood
I spit from Compton cells, you perform in the mud
Your whole brand? Emoji with a fade
I’m hieroglyphs carved where the prophets prayed
I buried soldiers, kissed coffins in ‘06
You TikTok threats, tryna flex in a flick
Call yourself Fusion? But it’s all flash, no core
You a playlist puppet — I’m a generational war

“The dog returns… to the silence of bone”
“The bite begins… where the bark was thrown”

I am the silence before the siren.
The pause before

Let’s talk fusion—fission comes first
I split atoms with language, leave Manhattan in bursts
You wrote a eulogy? I write extinction scripts
Bars burn holes through your metaphoric lips
This ain’t beef—it’s cuisine of your ego
I sauté your pride, then serve it con fuego
Dog eat dog? Nah… God eats dog now
And I’m the voice in your head that makes you bow
I went silent so long… you thought you were safe
Now I lace every line with your DNA and hate
This is beyond rap, this a thesis in death
Your legacy ends where my shadow takes breath

“Target acquired… Ego terminated… Subject: Fusion”

No hook. No mercy. No honor among frauds.

I walk through your discography like a haunted museum
See your hits hang like corpses, no soul, can’t free ‘em
I touched ghosts, held brothers who bled for this mic
You danced with words — I warred with life
So now this ain’t a diss, it’s a burial hymn
I close your career with a verse, not a whim
This pen is a scalpel, my voice is the pit
You’re just bones in the dirt of a dog who got bit

Genesis… complete.

Genesis of the Bite

I warned you…
From Jackson Heights to hell and back — I warned you.
But since you begged for extinction, let me deliver it… properly.

🎻👹

This ain’t a war, it’s a public execution
Compton can pray but it can’t stop retribution
You barked at God, now the heavens reply
Your whole bloodline ends tonight, no alibi
I got verses with vengeance, hooks made of brass
You spit grave dirt, I spit breaking stained glass
Tryna talk legacy with rusted-out schemes?
I’m a future immortal, you a faded dream

Let the choir sing… for the loss of a bark
Let the bells ring… ‘fore I tear you apart

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Dímelo perro, ya se acabó el juego
You was barking at a beast, now I’m letting it fuego
You wanna talk bars? I’m a priest with a blade
I confess your sins, then lay you in the grave
Tú no eres leyenda, tú eres mentira
I turn street talk into holy escritura
You lived in the past — I write revelation
You sparked this war, I sparked cremation
All your classics? Played out. Flow’s brittle
Your diss was a riddle, mine’s the acquittal
I kill with design, you rant in a loop
I orchestrate slaughter while you bark from a stoop

I ain’t the future… I’m the one who ends time
You want eternal beef? I turn it into shrine
One final breath, say bye to your hustle
No dog in the fight when God ain’t got a muzzle

You wrote Genesis? Cute… but I write Exodus
I split seas of blood and feed bars to your exodus
Your silence? Praised it. Your growl? Weak breath
Your name in the game now echoes in death
See, I made hits, I made truth, I made art
You made disses, I made charts
You made a mess, I made it a mural
Now your whole existence feels satirical

So here lies K-9.
Bit more than he could chew.
Buried not by bullets.
But by bars he never knew.

I ain’t the future… I’m the one who ends time
You want eternal beef? I turn it into shrine
One final breath, say bye to your hustle
No dog in the fight when God ain’t got a muzzle

Tell the streets… I gave him a saint’s burial.
Now let the legends speak.

God Ain’t Got a Muzzle

RÍO DE RECUERDOS

LA ÚLTIMA VEZ

LLORANDO EN EL CARNAVAL

DESNUDOS EN LA LLUVIA

MI SOMBRA BAILA SOLA

Te esperé junto al mar
con la flor que nunca diste
dibujé tu caminar
sobre arena que se fuiste

Traías promesas al viento
y besos sin dirección
yo me quedé en el intento
de ser tu canción

Fado del Caribe, suena por mí
por lo que soñé y no viví
una guitarra llora en la brisa
como yo lloré por ti

Fado del Caribe, eco de sal
nadie ve mi carnaval
bailo con pasos de pena
en un sueño que se va

Tus palabras fueron vino
dulce al principio, luego hiel
y mi alma, como un niño
no supo ver el papel

Querías amor sin heridas
yo era fuego sin control
te fuiste con las heridas
yo me quedé sin el sol

Fado del Caribe, suena por mí
por lo que soñé y no viví
una guitarra llora en la brisa
como yo lloré por ti

Fado del Caribe, eco de sal
nadie ve mi carnaval
bailo con pasos de pena
en un sueño que se va

🎶

Tal vez en otra vida
yo sería tu lugar
pero en esta…
fui sólo mar

FADO DEL CARIBE

CARTAS A NINGUNA PARTE

SOL DE MEDIANOCHE

DUELE PERO VUELVO

Søvnløs i Solen

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, uh, legends align, it’s that moment again
OVO, Shady, Kung Fu Kenny, Ye, Tech, Killer Mike
Let’s get it, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
City lights, lost in emotion, sippin’ devotion
Late nights, champagne toastin’, life’s rollercoastin’
See the vision clear, OVO on the crown
Build it up, watch how quick they tear it down
I’ve been backstabbed, heart cracked, still here
Running laps in Toronto, makin’ pain disappear
Golden moments, Kodak flashes
All the scars turn diamonds when my heart clashes

[Verse 2: Eminem]
It’s Shady, maniacal, lyrical diabolical
Spit impossible syllables, rappers pathological
Mind sharper than surgical knives
Never polite, slice twice, battlin’ demons tonight
I’m a renegade, no escapin’ fate
Every rhyme detonate, heavyweight, illuminate
From 8 Mile to worldwide, never fake
Cemented my legacy, the realest, no debate

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Black excellence, revolutionary elegance
Heart of Compton, evidence of lyrical intelligence
Pushin’ the narrative, battles in my heritage
Words as ammunition, these verses therapeutic
Gotta free minds, break lines, reclaim
Truth untamed, always stayed in my lane
Pulitzer Kendrick, tell stories untold
Uncover secrets the system wanna control

[Hook: Kanye West]
They wanna box us, but we outta the frame
Changing the game, never follow the same
Turnin’ dreams into visions, yeah, we craftin’ the lanes
Kings at the table, forever we reign

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
A visionary trapped in a controversial mind
They love to hate, but can’t deny the designs
Westside, Chi-town to global intentions
Breakin’ conventions, rewriting dimensions
Spaceships to Grammys, sneaker gods and prophets
Lost profits, bounce back, double my options
Through the wire, walk on water, defy expectations
Yeezy taught ’em, inspired generations

[Verse 5: Tech N9ne]
Kansas City’s chopper, Midwest monster
Tongue twistin’, spittin’ syllabic saga, the conqueror
Mentality radical, venomous verses surgical
Technical, impeccable, speed demon phenomenal
I switch rhythms, precision kill ‘em like ammunition
Industry friction, independent my mission
Tech Nina, the anomaly, never stoppin’ me
Underground prodigy risin’, monopoly

[Verse 6: Killer Mike]
Activist, realist, street poet, fearless
Fighting systemic battles, voices of the fearless
Grind relentless, preach truth till defenseless
My pen bleed reality, every line expensive
Atlanta born, raised, soldier spirit engraved
Fightin’ oppression, reparations engraved
Run the jewels, never fools, keep the vision intact
Real revolution, microphone attack

[Hook: Kanye West]
They wanna box us, but we outta the frame
Changing the game, never follow the same
Turnin’ dreams into visions, yeah, we craftin’ the lanes
Kings at the table, forever we reign

[Outro: All]
(Drake) Legends unite, yeah, we makin’ history
(Eminem) Ink in my veins, still writin’ mysteries
(Kendrick) Voices of change, we keep fightin’ visibly
(Kanye) Boundless ambition, limitless energy
(Tech N9ne) Keepin’ it raw, forever independently
(Killer Mike) Speak for the people, forever in unity
Together unstoppable, forever they remember we
Six kings on a beat, that’s a timeless legacy

Timeless Legacy

Would you like to listen to a song
Would you like to hold me in your arms
It is not the only one I wrote
It's the one I gave my heart and soul

I am not a baby
I am just your baby
And I don't wanna
I don't wanna cry

I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Love me

Do you like the way I made it sound
I could change it all around for you
Could you hold me one more time tonight
Could you say it one more time tonight

I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Love me

I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Love me

My Heart and Soul

Cold Corners

Ashes on the Throne

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