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Yo… y’all ever notice how silence got flow?
Like… ain’t even rappin’ and the crowd still noddin’
Yeah, that’s me
Or not me
Whatever — I’ma still rip this beat
Watch this
Yo, I’m the void with a fitted, infinite bars
Punchlines curve space, got jokes on Mars
Elon still racin’, but I’m already there
Outta this world — but no “me” to declare
Ain’t got a self, just a sample of hum
When I drop a verse, universes go dumb
Ego tried to battle — bruh, it vanished in smoke
Ain’t no punch harder than the cosmic joke
Truth ain’t deep — it’s dumb obvious, son
I ain’t woke — I’m what wakin’s done
Whole world dreamin’ but actin’ awake
Still thinkin’ choice is somethin’ to make
Bars write themselves — no ghost, no plan
Just this hand, not even this hand
You talkin’ purpose? I talk “poof, gone”
Life just rappin’ through whoever on
Who’s cappin’? Nobody, bruh — just sound collapsin’
Every line hittin’ like the laws relaxin’
You want truth? That’s too funny to chase
Tryna grab the sky, get wind in your face
Voided bars, ain’t no artist to name
Still the crowd wild out like they felt that flame
Ain’t no script, just the beat, that’s it —
Still the mic melt down when the hum legit
I ghostwrite for God — He don’t need advance
He like, Fam, just let the beat dance
Ain’t no credit — who you pay in the dream?
The label’s illusion, the profit’s the meme
I spit paradox — hot like doubt
Each rhyme wake minds till the lights go out
Ain’t no purpose, still sound divine
Even the void got impeccable timin’
I rap like silence got bored one day
Grabbed a mic, made form its prey
The “I” that spit already dissolved
Still the bar hit clean — mystery unsolved
Got no hustle, still got drive
This the hum that keep all alive
So don’t praise me — I’m the echo of none
A wordless word spittin’ just for fun
Who’s cappin’? Nobody, bruh — just sound collapsin’
Every line hittin’ like the laws relaxin’
You want truth? That’s too funny to chase
Tryna grab the sky, get wind in your face
Voided bars, ain’t no artist to name
Still the crowd wild out like they felt that flame
Ain’t no script, just the beat, that’s it —
Still the mic melt down when the hum legit
Yeah, I rhyme ’bout nothin’ — like Seinfeld, monk’d out
Aliveness go wild, like a mosh pit punked out — the “I” zoned out
Every “I” line vanish on cue
’Cause what’s left rappin’ when it’s not you?
Every breath freestyle, ain’t no scheme
Life drop bars — I’m just the dream
Ain’t even proud, just loud, unavoidably employed
C.E.O. of nothin’ — voided bars deployed
Whole club vibin’, but no one there
Just sound wearin’ a human stare
This ain’t deep — it’s dumb and clear
The beat itself whisper, I’m here
So I ride the now — no back, no next
Spit one truth: there ain’t no text
Then fade like smoke when the laugh break through
Just the hum rappin’ — no one to do
Yo… that’s it, right?
Nah — that’s all there ever was
Voided Bars, baby
Ain’t no “drop,” just the drop that is already This
Peace!!
Bars from nowhere, by no one — and they still hit. Voided Bars is a clean hip-hop cut where the mic melts down and there’s no artist left to name: no script, no ego, no “I” behind the rhyme, just the beat and the hum that keeps it all alive. I ghostwrite for God and He don’t need advance; I rhyme ’bout nothin’ and the crowd still wilds out like they felt that flame. Ain’t no “drop,” just the drop that is already This.
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