Produce a dynamic hip-hop track with powerful verses and a catchy hook. , Rap, best to these lyrics “Clouded Judgment” (Verse 1) Yo, I remember the first puff, thought I was slick, Peer pressure hit me like a kick to the ribs real quick. Flavors like mango, blueberry blitz, But inside my lungs? Just chemical tricks. They said it’s safer, “Bro, it ain’t smoke,” But every draw I took felt like a joke. Talkin’ ‘bout "cool," but I’m wheezin’ at night, Trade my breath for a buzz? Man, that ain't right. They market to kids, dressed up like candy, Cartoon labels? That sh*t ain’t handy. It’s a trap in a pen, call it digital death, And every hit’s just stealin' your breath. (Hook) This ain’t a flex, it’s a fraud with a filter, Sippin’ on poison like some cherry vanilla. Think you fly blowin’ clouds in the air? You just one puff closer to a wheelchair. Nah, I ain’t preachin’, just speakin’ the facts, Vape gods crash harder than nicotine packs. So toss that pod, break that chain, 'Cause real power’s sayin’ "no" to the pain. (Verse 2) I ain’t here to be gentle, I’m here to expose, All the lies in the mist that the industry blows. Big vape got pockets like oil tycoons, But they profit off coffins and hospital rooms. Used to be cigs, now it’s sleek and discreet, But damage don’t care how you dress up deceit. Wanna rebel? Then think for yourself, Don’t buy what’s killin’ you right off the shelf. You ain't hard 'cause you hit that mod, You just dodgin’ the truth in a smoky façade. Ask the docs, ask the teens who collapsed, While the execs stack gold off your gasps. (Bridge) Yo, I spit this for the ones who ain’t know, That the vape ain’t escape, it’s just slow-mo woe. And for every cloud you blow in the sky, There’s a piece of your soul sayin’ goodbye. (Hook – Repeat) This ain’t a flex, it’s a fraud with a filter, Sippin’ on poison like some cherry vanilla. Think you fly blowin’ clouds in the air? You just one puff closer to a wheelchair. Nah, I ain’t preachin’, just speakin’ the facts, Vape gods crash harder than nicotine packs. So toss that pod, break that chain, 'Cause real power’s sayin’ "no" to the pain. (Outro – Spoken, aggressive tone) So next time they say, “Just hit this once,” Tell ‘em you ain’t chasin' death for a buzz. Vape ain’t power, it’s a trap in disguise— You want control? Then open your eyes.