Intro]

This stage ain’t a church, they won’t hear your confessions

These are the lessons you learn when you trade your soul for possessions

[Verse 1]

Microphone burnin’ gold, the spotlight’s yours to earn

But play it wrong, boy — and you’ll never return

This a six-shot sermon wrapped in outlaw smoke

No gunpowder haze that can break my oath

I rise from the embers with a blade on my tongue

Every verse that I cut leaves the devil unsung

I stalk through the dust with a loaded grin

Trigger-finger rеady when the rhymes bеgin

Drawin’ syllables click with a deadeye pin

Lifeless shadows in the back are no longer men

They sold their souls to a demon, now they’re mentally drained

I carve my name above the heavens where the ghosts remain

Catch the devil dealin’ aces from the bottom of the stack

And I’ll call his fuckin’ bluff, like a mirror-backed rap

I step to center cipher as the flames surround

Lucifer’s sins begin on hollowed ground

He smirks like the crown’s his birthright to claim

But I pause, calculatin’ the cost of this game

A golden mic for my soul?

You can’t fuck with my conscience

By the mercy of God, I spit divine responses

[Hook]

This a six-shot sermon wrapped in outlaw smoke

Ain’t no gunpowder haze that can break my oath

I rise from the embers with a blade on my tongue

Every verse that I cut leaves the devil unsung

[Verse 2]

The devil stares, declarin’ his presence through ominous glares

Spittin’ in a fork-tongue scripture that’ll hit you like snares

Mad quick with his wit, to commit whoever dares

Faith shatters in silence as his evil ensnares

Twistin’ unholy words until the faithful start burnin’

I stand unburdened

Counterin’ with twin-edged phrases as the devil enrages

Rippin’ through his pages

Layered incantations, split illusions in stages

Every cadence contains a revelation of ages

As wicked as wages, yet the spirit engages

Faith fuels the furnace that eternity gauges

Rhymes carry weight like prophets professin’ in tombs

Legions of spirits screamin’ as the darkness looms

Convictions converge with precision — incisions through lies

Syllables collide like constellations in skies

Lockin’ sights through the smoke, I don’t miss when I write

This cipher’s a gunfight and I’m the spark in the night

[Bridge]

I turn prophets into profits where the righteous behave

Every halo’s for sale — I keep them stacked in my cave

You want this gold mic? You gotta bleed for the stage

As I take your soul and brand that page

I ain’t no pawn in your industry script

Your contracts are coffins — rappers die for a hit

This golden microphone? It ain’t worth my name

I’ll break these chains with a rhyme that inflames

[Verse 3]

Then spit, motherfucker — let’s see you ascend

When that cipher blaze hits, even angels bend

I’ve been forged in that realm where the ghosts still float

Ain’t no gunpowder haze that can break my oath

This a six-shot sermon wrapped in outlaw smoke

I been standin’ in this moment too long

Boots scarred deep from the ciphers I’ve drawn

Dark sermons echo from forgotten thrones

Each breath I release brings graveyard tones

I hold my ground through religious creed

I’m not tradin’ my soul for the devil’s greed

[Final Hook / Outro]

I rise from the embers with a blade on my tongue

Every verse that I cut leaves the devil unsung

I watch the devil stagger, slippin’ on his script

His golden mic trembled as I tightened my grip

“This ain’t for sale — this is bloodline shit

You peddle cheap thrills, but I run my shit.”

Crowd hushed down as the silence grew thick

Lucifer knew — he just ran outta tricks

No bargain, no claim, no contract to sign

As he faded away, I knew the cipher was mine