"Metal" is Rhya at her hardest — a cold, unblinking verse marathon that pulls the sound back to 1994 while aiming squarely at the present. Over a stripped, heavy beat she trades bars with Hurricane Horst, turning grief, distrust and defiance into something that hits like its title. No hook to hide behind. Just pressure, and the refusal to break under it.
I am metal, the one that runs through your core Let me bring this shit back to 1994 Metal, the one that hardens under pressure My treasure revealed, I am the professor I can be the aggressor or again the oppressor Might be the transgressor, bless her successor Cause may I die before I let a bitch tell me I'm lesser Never let an intercessor put pressure, but be clever Something about the news just weirds me out It's like we're always doomed to being wiped out About, two weeks before a new crisis, a virus They hype it up and pipe it straight through your iris Television tyrants, maybe violence is really righteous? How am I posed to tell right from wrong, I might just Adjust to the system make the world combust Tear every pillar down, everything will turn to dust Let my voice disrupt the rust The metal, nine milliliters can handle many Of y'all fake ass gangster rappers that ain't got any Bitches like you I can find plenty for a penny And if you're that hungry, I'll put metal in your belly Condemn me for being the cleanest in the game It's the envy that I claim the money and the fame Anything you flex is dust, I'll spit metal that's deadly Don't come to me with that fake smile shit, I'm not friendly My heart is cold as metal, lethal as the devil My mental is rebel and temperamental Not sentimental, I don't settle, I'm not forgetful I want the world and everything, you can keep the medal Traitors are engraved in my brain like tattoos Following my every move, hoping that I lose Looking for any news to get some clues About who and what they can accuse But no matter how hard you try, I'll leave you dry And it won't change (no) until the day I die This the type of shit that will make your father cry I'll give you metal, leave you with that barrel sigh Don't speak with the brokies Not fucking with the broke bitches Not interested in struggle stories Metal doesn't melt with a phony No signal, no forewarning Make it heartburning Always ready, always yearning Even if you cast me away I'm still returning I walk with shadows, metal echoes when I step in the hall Ain't no peace treaties when I'm pressing the call Send a message in brass, let the empty shells fall I am metal, till I'm dust, I'm rejecting the crawl After all I've been through and seen I scrawl a lethal scene, on bars and on screens Could have a warm soul but still be mean Been fucked up since I was 13 There's no God from what I see There couldn't be one, not for people like me Prayed for a sign, but got slapped by reality Now I'm metal, no angel's calling me And still, I keep on being as hard as steel I'm always on track, like Sha'Carri on the field Riding with the kill like I'm from Brazi Nobody touch me, like I'm made of vinyl I am metal, the one that runs through your core Let me bring this shit back to 1994 Metal, the one that hardens under pressure My treasure revealed, I am the professor I can be the aggressor or again the oppressor Might be the transgressor, bless her successor Cause may I die before I let a bitch tell me I'm lesser Never let an intercessor put pressure, but be clever I am metal, the one that runs through your core I just brought this shit back to 1994 Metal, the one that hardens under pressure
Written by Rhya — Brute Force Records