Wooden Bars

Intro

Yeah...

They thought the clock was the weapon?

Nah...

The pen was.

Verse 1

I'm carving these wooden bars, every sentence a timber,

Building a temple with syllables, bending the structure,

Remember the name when I enter the chamber,

I'm bringing the pressure, the measure's tremendous.

I'm not here for the image, I'm here for the impact,

Attack every track like a storm when it hits back,

My pen got a blade but I never need a six-pack,

I'm lifting the game with a lyrical mismatch.

They got a style but the style getting recycled,

I'm writing with lightning, my timing is vital,

A rival's survival is slightly unlikely,

I'm climbing the title, designing the final.

I'm a craftsman, crafting a classic collection,

A master of patterns and rapid connections,

My bars got layers like wood in a forest,

You hear it one time, then discover the branches.

Hook

Wooden bars, I'm carving my name in the grain,

Every line that I write leaves a mark in the frame,

No chains, no claims, no mask for the fame,

Just a mic and a mission, remember the name.

Wooden bars, they crack when I step in the booth,

I'm bringing the proof every time that I move,

They wanted a battle? I brought them the truth,

Triple T with the pen got nothing to lose.

Verse 2

I compare with the greats but I'm chasing the summit,

Respect to the legends, I'm coming to run it,

I'm studying giants, then building above it,

A student of greatness who's hungry to touch it.

My metaphor's heavy, my letters are weaponry,

Every delivery's measured intentionally,

Mentally entering enemies' memories,

Leaving a legacy permanently etched.

I'm a carpenter of the cadence,

Architect of the arrangement,

Making a statement with every placement,

Breaking the ceiling I'm aiming to raise it.

No gimmicks attached, I'm attacking the craft,

I'm putting the pen to the pad and I'm snapping the math,

If rap is a mountain, I'm climbing the path,

The wooden bars that I build are the ladder I have.

Outro

Triple T...

Not a threat because of what I own.

A threat because of what I write.