[Intro] Yeah. Mic check. One two. Bring the beat in. We strictly measuring syllables and social unacceptability today. Let's go. [Verse One: The Speed Demon] I accelerate the cadence till my mandible is fracturing Manufacturing a panic in the Vatican, I'm capturing The cardinal and asking him to validate my parking slip While barking at a spaniel and embarking on a sinking ship My technical ability is physically repelling I'm yelling at a toddler cause his alphabet is smelling I weaponize the lexicon, a hexadecimal disaster I stole a mobility scooter just to crash it moving faster (Moving faster) Look at the velocity, hypocrisy is comical I'm vomiting phonetics astronomical, it's logical To lock me in a basement with a dictionary, strictly I'm offending every pensioner incredibly and quickly [Chorus] (Who got the flow?) We got the syllables stacked (Who got the jokes?) The ones that get you attacked Trading the bars, leaving the dignity fractured Highly inappropriate, perfectly manufactured Spitting the venom with absolute rhythm and grace Saying the things that you shouldn't right to your face [Verse Two: The Syllable Surgeon] Listen. My diction is a friction burn, I'm turning up the temperature I forged a doctor's signature to steal a wooden denture, bruh I'm entering the function with a ferret in my pocket And a socket wrench to disconnect the DJ from the socket (Shut it down) Nimble with the rhythm, I'm a criminal of decency Decreasing the expectancy of everyone who speaks to me I'll crash a lovely wedding and demand to cut the frosting While aggressively discussing what the centerpiece is costing Multisyllabic, I am an addict for the grammatical My attitude is radical, my absence is sabbatical I am practically a hazard to the local zoning board I brought a medieval broadsword to a Honda Accord [Chorus] (Who got the flow?) We got the syllables stacked (Who got the jokes?) The ones that get you attacked Trading the bars, leaving the dignity fractured Highly inappropriate, perfectly manufactured Spitting the venom with absolute rhythm and grace Saying the things that you shouldn't right to your face [Verse Three: The Unhinged Chopper] Step back. I'm hyperventilating while I'm dominating consonants I'm stealing all the condiments from continental continents I lack the basic empathy to formulate an apology I'm sabotaging microscopes in high school biology (Science class) Triplets on the high hat, I'm a diplomat of pettiness I'm bathing in spaghetti just to revel in the sweatiness My breath control is infinite, my etiquette is terrible I'm wearing velvet overalls, they told me it's unwearable I decimate the metronome, the temporal anomaly I bought a single property to ruin the monopoly I am spitting with a swiftness that is statistically concerning And leaving every sensible authority figure churning [Bridge] Wait, hold up, switch the tempo. [Beat switch to double time] (Let's get it) Rapid fire, pacifier, snatching it from crying babies Maybe I'm infected with a lyrical strain of the rabies Crazy how I levitate and devastate the premises I made a spreadsheet just to categorize my nemeses [Chorus] (Who got the flow?) We got the syllables stacked (Who got the jokes?) The ones that get you attacked Trading the bars, leaving the dignity fractured Highly inappropriate, perfectly manufactured Spitting the venom with absolute rhythm and grace Saying the things that you shouldn't right to your face [Outro] Yeah. Apologies to the venue staff. And the caterers. We will pay for the damages in multisyllabic rhymes. Peace.
