Yo, to the unidentified ghosts in my lane, Lurkin’ in silence but peepin’ my name, Before I let the barrel of my mind unload flame, Better step out the shadows, state your claim. I don’t vibe with whispers, I don’t dance with the fake, I sharpen my pen same way a shooter grip a stake, If you hidein’ in the dark, then your mask finna break, Better show who you are ‘fore I spit what’s at stake. I ain’t paranoid, just a poet with scope, I can call out a fraud with a stanza of smoke, Don’t force me to drag names with venom and choke, Identify yourself—keep it real or get broke.