[Verse 1] Door kick Warship orbit, all y’all ornaments, forced drip Torch lit, cores split, morbid chorus in morsels, distorted portraits Storm script, forked-river thoughts, I’m the source drip Jaw hinge off the socket when I talk slick Raw mix, caustic, shock skin off bricks Crosswinds toss whims, block spins, clock ticks Dog-sin flaws in y’all hymns, stop prints Shift pattern, quick chatter, click-clack of the synapse Kill patterns with a sick swagger, split atoms in syntax Rip spatter through the thin plaster, brick shatter from impact Ink daggers in my rib-cage, chip data from the mainframe intact Brainwave zigzag, big bang in a gift bag Chip fangs through the gift wrap, clip fakes when they chit-chat Wrist-snap with the pen dash, mismatch for the dispatch Kickbacks in the midnight, pitch-black as the pitch match Blitzkrieg in a sixteen, but I’m winging a sixty Slick schemes in a slipstream, then I’m spinning the script clean Lip bleed when I spit mean, grip dreams in a ripped jean Pick beams out the split seams, still I’m stringing a sick theme Quick-step, in-depth, index injecting Ink jets into insects, infest sections In check, this chest is a big red engine That ingest tension, then bench-press vengeance Thread threats through a dead-silent headset Heavy-set sentence, every letter is a death test Headrest peeling when I speed through the med-plex Feds text frantic, but I dead-press send next Matrix in the brainstem, phase shift Taste this stainless language, blade-tip Wave scripts, aim with a straight wrist Payday when the page flips, flame-wisp Talk fast, clock dash, shock plasma Chopped grammar, block scanner, dodge cameras Boxed standings, I drop anthems, stock answers Get snapped, I rock handcuffs off standards Top-class hazard, I blast past average Crash-land planets, I half-slap gravity Backhand vanity, last laugh savagely Black mass balcony, brass-band alchemy Calibrate caliber, callous with calligraphy Cannons in my cavity, catapult soliloquies Crack asphalt when I cat-walk vividly Backtrack paths that collapse on the little me Syllable centipede, centering seven speeds Liquid adrenaline, threading through every breed Weather the levees, I’m leveling everything Stepping with energy, enemies never breathe Verbal turbine, turning a sermon to shrapnel Hurling a word in a circle, return with a grapple Murmur a curse in a kernel of gravel Then burst to the surface and burn up the chapel Internal inferno, I’m surfing a fractal My journal a journal of surgical manuals Curve every adverb, I’m vertical, agile Reverse any verdict, I’m verbal Emanuel [Verse 2] Snap sequence, savage, I’m a stat freak Map regions, overlap zeniths in a cracked week Past demons, gas-leaking in a backstreet Trash-heap habits, now I’m traffic in a fast-lane stampede Hand-speed half-cheetah, half-ether Pass leaders on the last meter Track eater, snack speakers Jack heaters from the man’s sleeper Mind minefield, I’m a blind knife-wielder Fine-line filter in a high-rise builder Timeline splinter when the white lies wither Nine lives thinner when the cyanide shivers I’m in a code burst, cold words Fold Earth, whole world in a four-verse Low smirk, show work, make the soul hurt Throw dirt, grow worth out of old hurt Lip sync links, but I break chains Ink think-tank, let the quake rain Grid-lock glitch in the mainframe Wingtip flick, hit the big stage in a blaze wave Backchat, backpack packed with a black map Past that, track slaps like a backhand Gas-mask city, I’m a hazmat Lab-rat scribbling a last laugh on the hatchback
