I’m the paragraph paramedic, resurrectin’ semantics, Syntactic acrobatics in attic-sized antics, Manic mechanic of manners, grammatic granite, Every stanza’s a planet, orbitin’ orbitals frantic. I’m stackin’ syllables, syllogisms, similes, Spillin’ ink like infinity mirrors in ministries, Riddlin’ riddles mid-minor keys, mind at ease, Lines designed to unwind your spines in threes. I’m the vowel vandal, consonant conjurer, Sonnet sommelier pourin’ phonetic ponderers, Metaphor monitor, metric astronomer, I’m the author of auroras and chronic conqueror. Every letter I let in’s a weapon of breath and blessing, I’m text-tessellin’, stressin’ lessons in text compressin’, Metaphor messiah, wired to fire and flex expression, My wordplay plays words ‘til they beg for a second session. I rhyme “onomatopoeia” with “wouldn’t wanna be ya,” Feed a beat encyclopedia seizures through a speaker, Each feature’s a thesis in pieces of ether, I eat teachers and preach deeper than deep sleepers. Pen pressure’s a measure of treasure, I pleasure the ledger with leisure, never lesser endeavors, Clever forever, endeavorin’ letter-enders, Trend-setters bendin’ sentences into pretzel centers. I’m the syntax shapeshifter, script-flipper, Cipher sizzler, sick listener, slip in quicker, Trick trigger, tick-tock talker, plot knitter, Thought spitter, hot logic, God’s litter. Every letter I let in’s a weapon of breath and blessing, I’m text-tessellin’, stressin’ lessons in text compressin’, Metaphor messiah, wired to fire and flex expression, My wordplay plays words ‘til they beg for a second session. Yo, I bend phonemes like bones in a brawl, From the crawl to the call of the halls of y’all, All fall in awe of the raw verbal drawl, It’s a law, I saw God in the grammar’s jaw. I’m the pen in a pendulum, swingin’ between meanings, Dream-seamin’ linguist, ink bleedin’ through dream screens, Each scheme’s obscene, a queen in a king’s scene, Wordplay’s my bloodstream, I speak in rhythmic memes. Yo, I’m a palindrome prophet, spit civic scriptures, Flip “kayak” bars in linguistic mixtures, Picture: I mirror each lyric I stitch, So my rhymes rewind time when I twitch this pitch. I’m a pun gun-runner, fun-stunner, tongue drummer, Son-summer of syntax, pun bomber, one number, I bend in it, blend in it, send in it, End it, then begin again, invent infinite. So when I drop vowels, it’s a vow renewal, Sound duel cruel, crown jewel in sound’s pool, Every round’s fuel, found tools in found schools, Now I’m wordplay’s master, the ruler of rules.
