UNICORN OF SONG

The Unicorn of Song

by Muji

“I’m the echo in the silence when the truth comes out

Never dying. Never watered down. Never chasing clout

You feel it beat in every line—not a lyric, it’s a pulse

Brought the beat to death row, then resurrected it myself

They threw me to the wolves—I came back the pack leader

I’m aware I’m a wolf in goats clothing. wear, my heart on my sleeveless shirt. I have the right to bare Arms. Just promise you won’t touch my Scars..

I’m the truth she lies down for— pound me, not the door

I circle round small minds—hula hoop metaphors

Mr. Cool Breeze—that’s since I was six or seven

But I’m one through five now—forget six through eleven

Ten steps ahead of time—bin space and dimension

I’m the ghost they won’t haunt—I’m the line they won’t mention

Unicorn horny—bars like horns through your system

And I don’t wanna glitch you, I just want you to listen

Drip like ocean breeze—I don’t drip, I spray

wetter than the laker and I backstroke all day

Magic Johnson, no rehearsal, this my verbal journal

Square-dancin’ in any circle—call it pain painting picture

They say “abracadabra,” i put A. “spell”. on. the “letters” came together the “sentence” is word porn,

intimately spoken words

“dat ting dat turn’em On.”

At the end of the verse, a star is born. Oh baby!

Call me dopamine—I’m the dope you feel and can’t tell

And that ain’t even disrespect, it’s just love with no mask

If honesty turns you on, then this vibe gonna last

We talk taboo in public—fantasy with consent

No sneakin’, no shame, just unleashed innocence

She my favorite porn star in spirit, no tape needed

I want my wife to be a freak in

only thing fake, is the lashes she be fleekin. Don’t blink

Novocain verse—can’t feel a thing. Can’t feel a thing

Optical illusion —I be bendin’ your vision

Eye Dr. optometrist, you see? I ball! focus. blind eyes caught a glimpse, of charisma in a crowded room, a flash of devastating smile in the sea of faces. devastated, but you still noticed in a room full of faces.

When you awoken him—the beast—behind the bars. opened them,

Out the cage!

You ain’t in my lane—you in awe from the stage

Telescope my birthday suit—zoom in, I’m the proof

I don’t need a filter to know I Am That Dude

You MUJJJJJJJ—say it loud like a war cry

This ain’t a freestyle, i’m putting stars in the sky. written by the unicorn that keeps showing up in these songs. Shits Bomb.

Holy cow, I’m mood, when the moo gets milked

Silk wrap steel—that’s a new feel

standin’ solo lost in thought questioning everything still—no chill. Chain frozen stuck sup zero. Yes I’m still dripping.

If you waiting for the hook, keep fishing spit bars until the beat finish

Be careful what you’re doing cause battling me is foolish, the mic won’t even respond when I one, two it! Yes I’ am Himselfie. Respectfully.

I’m the black stallion, Horse untamed, mythic

Towed the line of your boundaries and still spit explicit

Ropes and cuffs—nah, it ain’t just about wink

It’s grown-man love, deeper than you think

Bondage for the soul—tied down by trust

The unicorn of song , and this song is a must,

Throwing Flowers on the grave

Smoke inhalation coffin—I’m killin’ with breath

Decoded what I meant while your lungs take steps

To catch up

This ain’t a gospel, it’s the church of love

My religion is love, no altar, just love

Decoded your brain, now your code overflow

AI or not, you ain’t safe when I rhyme

I’m the killer whale in the water, the alpha. Bet! That

Girls watch from the shore, but I waves in deep

Surfboardin’ circuits, made your server glitch

I put the “hard” in hardware—now compute this bitch

(Metaphor. I’m nice. But deadly precise)

Like: killer whale instinct, great whites bite-size slice.

Snacks! Lunch for the Orca, top of the food chain, dark waters. Outta Site and, Out, of Mind

don’t gotta fight to know the throne is mine

the king never claims it—he lets the world decide

My verse comflexity. my voice is a vacuum

Suck the silence out the room, meaner than a Goon, clearner than a Broom, when, I step up in the spot, looking fresher than the groom.

I DO.An I. M.U.J.I. K.A.R. I.M.

the dude with no legs standing at the bar flexing in the center like it’s Monday night raw. When I stepped up in the spot, like? you see me in the spotlight!, the light shines so bright when I step up in the spot, like 👍🏾.

I ain’t in this for approval, I’m the movement they study

Got butterflies in their stomachs when the bars get muddy

So I rhyme circles ‘round Superman in his booth

Turn the mic purple—leave my prints as the proof

Brain freeze from my flow—it’s stuck in your teeth frostbite,

Say cheese

The bars say he’s in a convo for the greatest

O-Jeez.

I mastered me. Matador. Bull turned GOAT

Choked the demons out, bedtime slaughter,

Nightmares scared to blink—won’t doze off, I provoke got the nightmare showing up with daytime vibes, they don’t wanna see me when they close their eyes.

If you were flesh and blood, you’d be soaking wet from this drip

I’m dopamine—call it D.O.P.E.

D = Dangerous, O = Original, P = Poetically, E = Elite

Let me repeat—I’m dopamine, not drip, I spray

And she gon’ need a towel, I’m gon’ need a bae

She gon’ need a bathrobe, I’ll need a thrown bouquet

‘Cause the way I perform, they encore the next day

I ain’t for all—but definitely for some foursome, four seasons. Some will spring summer fall but the winter takes all. And that win will have your confidence finna snowball. The avalanche dances

Mr. unicorn of song and this jawn is the proof rhyme, circles around Superman in his booth,

the color purple. I gotta leave my Prince on the track brain freeze.

Now she hiccup bars and moan my name

I birth new waves in old spaces

Paint galaxies with tongue-twisted phrases

Like: “My drip make me float—need a boat or two

Surfin’ her tide while she sing me the truth”

And that’s real

I’m more than appeal

I’m the reason the mic got turned on and the room stood still Silence so loud when

I’m the Mr. cool breeze in the room when the temp runs hot,Sense a change in the air—there Ms. Thot / thermostat.Fax sending messages, there’s levels to this shit,Stacking papers— you versus me, I will drop you in an instant quicker than a dime.That’s my ten cents.

That once calming breeze now spins with trauma’s storm,Tornado inside, but I stand in the eye, reborn.Crowded room, she caught a glimpse of , charisma in the crowded space

Ice cold energy—for the bruised skin ,Not a wedding band, but I fight in the ring.Temperature rising, then crashing down,She spoke her talk, now she’s showing sound.

Got the vibes and the vices under control facts, I can still be triggered buy the liquor but the liquor can’t handle. me!

so many times the handle got beat when it was just him and me but we went back-and-forth shot for shot. Fight went to full 12 rounds bottles empty I won in a split decision.

Flex tearing through my shirt the armor yolked on the outside, but if the egg cracks, a sunny side thoughts, my head scrambled eggs, my mind fried chicken facts, same thing facts. in a straight line crooked lies tell the truth. Dude sometimes even a lie becomes the true. Trespassing colder than the flu season, ha-chew sneezing ice cold freezing subzero, frozen stuck

If I had a dollar for every Buckeye,

I’d need a forklift just to move my reply.

Bands look like relationships—complicated ties,

Knots in my pocket, therapy on the side.

Need a beat for this drum—Unicorn slide,

The myth been verified, I’m the vibe they can’t find.

Song was the sermon, truth hid between the lines,

Grass greener? Nah—it’s AstroTurf in disguise.

“Wanna know what it’s like on the other side?”

Try smiling through a war, pain you can’t confide.

They call it greener, I call it painted lies,

Roots don’t fake shade, that’s Goat design.

Jab to the face—punchline, pride split,

Got hit, laughed first, then wrote about it quick.

I’m faster than regret, stronger than a no,

Leap tall buildings with that “watch me” vibe.

Start It Up.

Crazy Drive

CDL certified, road rage

Dr. Different, healed trauma on patrol.

Hawk eyes locked—don’t blink or you’ll miss it,

Mamba Kobe focused , goatish—exquisite.

One of one, I’m the one they can’t clone,

Number two to no one, the one. two the mic won’t check,

Twelve Twelve. Birthday Sexual chocolate. “grab a snicker. “You’re not you when you’re hungry” Bars!, leaves a great taste in your mouth. a dead giveaway. A live getting. same thing? .

overThinking.

Think King

King.

still humble on the throne.

Walk lines like I’m chosen, jokes

Truth is—I’m really like that.

The unicorn Jawn!

—signed, Muji”