Ugh, pure gold in these lines I spit,
Every word weighed out, no counterfeit.
Craftin' bars like a vault in rhyme,
Locked and loaded, sharp as time.
This is gold work, refined and raw,
Strikin' like a hammer, each line's the law.
They're diggin' for truth in metaphors deep,
But every line's a mine where treasures keep.
Gold bars, double-edged schemes,
Refined in the fire where legends gleam.
Hold the weight, feel the heft of the sound,
Each verse polished, lyrically crowned.
My flow's molten, formed from heat,
Solid as stone, yet quick on feet.
Call it alchemy, craftin' the real,
Turnin' raw skill into bars of steel.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Polished rhymes, each one pristine,
No filler in sight, just bars supreme.
Metaphors stack like coins in a vault,
Double meanings hit like a lightning jolt.
I'm the architect, buildin' the script,
Every syllable flipped, tight and gripped.
They call it talent, I call it craft,
Years in the making, perfect and fast.
Solid gold, I don't tarnish or fade,
Each bar a relic, lyrically made.
When I write, the ink turns to gold dust,
Words too rich, in skill we trust.
This ain't just spit, it's an investment plan,
Rich in lines, the rhyme's the brand.
They talk "bars," I'm the mint and mine,
Droppin' wealth that won't decline.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Crafted lines like jewels on display,
Priceless rhymes, no cheap cliche.
They see the gleam, but don't know the grind,
Years put in to perfect each line.
Flow so smooth it drips like honey,
Worth its weight in lyrical money.
I'm not just spittin', I'm mintin' my name,
Gold bars carved with a timeless flame.
Catch the shine in every beat,
These rhymes refined, no need to repeat.
I'm the gold standard, set the price,
Lines that hit like the roll of dice.
Rare metal, pure and uncut,
Every verse built with skill and guts.
Can't measure me with basic scales,
Gold bars heavy, leavin' trails.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Awkward Intelligence - Gold Bars Lyrics
Awkward Intelligence - Gold Bars Lyrics
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Ugh, pure gold in these lines I spit,
Every word weighed out, no counterfeit.
Craftin' bars like a vault in rhyme,
Locked and loaded, sharp as time.
This is gold work, refined and raw,
Strikin' like a hammer, each line's the law.
They're diggin' for truth in metaphors deep,
But every line's a mine where treasures keep.
Gold bars, double-edged schemes,
Refined in the fire where legends gleam.
Hold the weight, feel the heft of the sound,
Each verse polished, lyrically crowned.
My flow's molten, formed from heat,
Solid as stone, yet quick on feet.
Call it alchemy, craftin' the real,
Turnin' raw skill into bars of steel.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Polished rhymes, each one pristine,
No filler in sight, just bars supreme.
Metaphors stack like coins in a vault,
Double meanings hit like a lightning jolt.
I'm the architect, buildin' the script,
Every syllable flipped, tight and gripped.
They call it talent, I call it craft,
Years in the making, perfect and fast.
Solid gold, I don't tarnish or fade,
Each bar a relic, lyrically made.
When I write, the ink turns to gold dust,
Words too rich, in skill we trust.
This ain't just spit, it's an investment plan,
Rich in lines, the rhyme's the brand.
They talk "bars," I'm the mint and mine,
Droppin' wealth that won't decline.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Crafted lines like jewels on display,
Priceless rhymes, no cheap cliche.
They see the gleam, but don't know the grind,
Years put in to perfect each line.
Flow so smooth it drips like honey,
Worth its weight in lyrical money.
I'm not just spittin', I'm mintin' my name,
Gold bars carved with a timeless flame.
Catch the shine in every beat,
These rhymes refined, no need to repeat.
I'm the gold standard, set the price,
Lines that hit like the roll of dice.
Rare metal, pure and uncut,
Every verse built with skill and guts.
Can't measure me with basic scales,
Gold bars heavy, leavin' trails.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Every word weighed out, no counterfeit.
Craftin' bars like a vault in rhyme,
Locked and loaded, sharp as time.
This is gold work, refined and raw,
Strikin' like a hammer, each line's the law.
They're diggin' for truth in metaphors deep,
But every line's a mine where treasures keep.
Gold bars, double-edged schemes,
Refined in the fire where legends gleam.
Hold the weight, feel the heft of the sound,
Each verse polished, lyrically crowned.
My flow's molten, formed from heat,
Solid as stone, yet quick on feet.
Call it alchemy, craftin' the real,
Turnin' raw skill into bars of steel.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Polished rhymes, each one pristine,
No filler in sight, just bars supreme.
Metaphors stack like coins in a vault,
Double meanings hit like a lightning jolt.
I'm the architect, buildin' the script,
Every syllable flipped, tight and gripped.
They call it talent, I call it craft,
Years in the making, perfect and fast.
Solid gold, I don't tarnish or fade,
Each bar a relic, lyrically made.
When I write, the ink turns to gold dust,
Words too rich, in skill we trust.
This ain't just spit, it's an investment plan,
Rich in lines, the rhyme's the brand.
They talk "bars," I'm the mint and mine,
Droppin' wealth that won't decline.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Crafted lines like jewels on display,
Priceless rhymes, no cheap cliche.
They see the gleam, but don't know the grind,
Years put in to perfect each line.
Flow so smooth it drips like honey,
Worth its weight in lyrical money.
I'm not just spittin', I'm mintin' my name,
Gold bars carved with a timeless flame.
Catch the shine in every beat,
These rhymes refined, no need to repeat.
I'm the gold standard, set the price,
Lines that hit like the roll of dice.
Rare metal, pure and uncut,
Every verse built with skill and guts.
Can't measure me with basic scales,
Gold bars heavy, leavin' trails.
Gold bars, forged and set,
Lines so heavy they leave you in debt.
Every rhyme worth its weight and more,
Lyrical wealth that can't be ignored.
Gold bars, stacked high, untold,
Pure 24-karat, every line sold.
This is elite, refined and pure,
Heavy on skill, too rich to endure.
Writer: Christopher Plogman
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