Intro] Yeah — it’s that psycho syllabic, Tech flow automatic, Brain waves static — let's go! --- [Verse 1] Yo, I’m a verbal architect, lyrical architectonic, Drop bombs like tectonics — seismic and iconic. Rhymes spin like cyclones in a cyclone zone, Chrome in the microphone, slicing through bone. Rapid-fire like a rifle with the trigger finger itching, Words flicker, quicker than the flick of a switchin’. Complex in context, my flow’s next-gen, Texting with death — every breath’s a weapon again. Double time, rhyme crime, prime mind’s a grindstone, Designed to outshine every clone in the throne zone. Never monotone, my tone’s a cyclone, Spit flames, ignite brains, leave marks like a cyclone. --- [Chorus] Sonic surge, words emerge, razor sharp, they cut and purge, Speed demon, feel the steam when I burn the verge, Lightning rhymes, crossing lines, breaking all the chains that bind, Fast flow, watch me go, elevate, dominate the grind. --- [Verse 2] I’m a master of disaster with a faster blast of laughter, Crashing through your mental chapter, spitting pure disaster. Vocabulary artillery, words move militantly, Killed the competition instantly, lyrically infinite. Flow so cold, it’s clinical, surgical with syllables, Cut through obstacles, verbal miracles, lyrical miracles. Mental acrobatics in a labyrinthine trap, Wrap syntax, snap facts, attack with a rapturous rap. I’m the anomaly, biology of prodigy, Methodology’s demonic in a state of prophecy. Every phrase is a maze, I daze and amaze, Blaze through the haze with a laser gaze. --- [Chorus] Sonic surge, words emerge, razor sharp, they cut and purge, Speed demon, feel the steam when I burn the verge, Lightning rhymes, crossing lines, breaking all the chains that bind, Fast flow, watch me go, elevate, dominate the grind. --- [Bridge] No pause, just cause, breaking laws with my jaws, Syllables hit like fists, seismic shifts in the mist. Hear the storm, feel the form, words transform and perform, Ride the rhythm, dark and warm, I’m the norm, beyond the norm. --- [Verse 3] I’m the phantom in the booth, voice of the ruthless truth, Spinning verbal voodoo, bulletproof with the youth. Rapid lyrical surgeon, words emerge and submerge, Flipping the script, ripping the crypt, watch the verse converge. I’m a code breaker, flow shaker, rhyme maker, earthquaker, Take your best shot, I’m a rhyme creator, no faker, no taker. Breaking barriers with vocabulary carriers, Every syllable’s artillery, warping the carriers. I bring chaos in cadence, rage in arrangements, Flip pages in stages, script sages with ages. Supersonic with tonic, chronic in my flow, Fastest to the top, watch me steal the show. --- [Chorus] Sonic surge, words emerge, razor sharp, they cut and purge, Speed demon, feel the steam when I burn the verge, Lightning rhymes, crossing lines, breaking all the chains that bind, Fast flow, watch me go, elevate, dominate the grind. --- [Outro] Yeah — sonic surge, Never gonna stop, never gonna splurge, Keep the speed alive, high octane, Tech style forever — insane.
