Voided Bars

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!!