DOOM (Freestyle)

Cloaked in the villainy, masked in obscurity Saint James' halls, where they committed the treachery Operating rooms, a tomb for the grandmaster No surgery, just murder, the plan faster Masked under the anesthesia, ether in the IV They ain't see the G, tryna make him sleep eternally The scalpel spoke in tongues, the rhythm was surgical But they ain't know the metal-faced doom was lyrical Doctor's orders, but they ain't got the prescription Slip the script, sipped the poison, made the incision But the blade couldn't pierce through the verses I spit Even when death came creeping, Doom stayed equipped The last breath was a haiku, a verse in disguise Saint James couldn't handle what they'd never realize No white coats can kill what the pen already healed The spirit of the villain, eternally sealed They tried to slice through the bars, but the blade blunted A ghost in the machine, the plot they confronted Shifting through the stitches, the rhyme was encrypted Hospital gown, but the flow stayed gifted Operating under pressure, they thought they dissected But every cut only resurrected the unexpected Saint James' corridors, echoes of the ill verse The mic was the scalpel, left 'em in a dark hearse Metaphors morph, words shift into medicine Scripts that drip quick, Doom's flow was the ketamine Comatose, they thought, but the plot stayed thick Iller than the sickness, spit the last slick trick The last breath was a haiku, a verse in disguise Saint James couldn't handle what they'd never realize No white coats can kill what the pen already healed The spirit of the villain, eternally sealed So they left the room thinking the end was written But Doom's legacy, forever smitten In the lines of the lyric, in the echoes of the rhyme Saint James couldn't kill what lives outside time Masked up, hidden, the villain's still grinning The pen lives on, no end, just beginning So when the night falls, and the echoes call Remember Saint James, they ain't finish no Doom at all Villainous scriptures, hidden in the mists of the system Cryptic code flows, but they missed the wisdom Heart monitor beeped like a beat on loop Stethoscope couldn't scope the lyrical troop Blood pressure rising, like the bars I'm devising But the lines stay flat, no heart, just despising They tried to diagnose the rhyme, but it's immune A sickness in the verse, Doom's true monsoon They masked up, masked off, but the plot was deranged Thought they had the antidote, but the rhyme stayed unchanged Flipped scripts, the doctor's note, an autopsy of the page But no scalpel could open the villain's final stage The rhymes cut deep, but the wound won't heal They can't kill the doom that the mask conceals No hospital bed could confine the ill mind The villain's in the verse, forever aligned Surgical precision, incision in the rhythm But the flow stayed sharp, cut through their schism Hospital lights dimmed, but the bars were bright They couldn't kill the villain in the dead of night