Swear Jar

[Intro] I’m a glitch in the grid, pull the pin, let it spark - go! I’m the rip in the beat, double-time, heart cold - flow. Mouth full of napalm, blast on the metronome, Crown in my carry-on, landing and set the tone. Motherflocker [clink] yeah pay that toll, We pace like a drag race, smoke that roll. [Verse 1] Kick in the kick drum, clip in the cadence, Fangs in the phrasing, venomous statements. Syllable razor, surgically flagrant, I carve through the barline, hospital patient. Grit in my grammar, hammer the snare, Bitcrush static, pixels in air. Run up the rhyme count, stack it in layers, Numbers go stupid like broken calculators. Tempo’s a weapon, I’m emptying mags, Double the trouble, I’m popping the tags. Motherflocker [clink] I’m paying my tax, Jar getting heavy from lyrical jabs. [Verse 1B] Slide with the side eye, knife in the noun, Queen of the screwface, shutting it down. Granular chop on your breath when you drown, I’m clipping your syllables pound for pound. Cadence assassin, I cleave through your flex, Switch on the flow like I’m typing in hex. Motherflocker squawking? I’m cashing the checks, [clink] in the jar while I cancel your reps. Pace like a greyhound, blaze on the rail, Hate in the wind, I’m raising the sail. Copper-dropper, coin-locker - never gonna fail, I’m a glitch with a grip and a ironclad nail. [Chorus] Swear jar! Pay up! (Hey!) Fast bars! Stay up! (What!) Run it like a drag from the block to the stage - up! Swear jar! Pay up! (Clink!) No brakes! Blaze up! (Yeah!) I snap like a mousetrap / time gap / rim shot, I bend every bar back / pitch drop / tick-tock. I’m uppercut syntax / chin check / brick block, I’m queen with a swing ax / ink black / slick talk. I’m pacing the racetrack / lap stack / heatshock, I’m lacing a flame stack / hazmat / beat drop Restart, I reload, recoil, reroute, Restitch, I reflow, rewire, reboot. Motherflocker [clink] I’m funding the loop, Every curse coin lands, jar shaking the booth. I’m a byte in the blood with a cipher for proof, I’m the spike in the club that’ll pry through the roof. Count it while the beat go boom - no stopper, Every naughty little noun is a lawful topper. [Chorus] Swear jar! Pay up! (Hey!) Fast bars! Stay up! (What!) Run it like a drag from the block to the stage - up! Swear jar! Pay up! (Clink!) No brakes! Blaze up! (Yeah!) Grip on the kick (boom) snare snap, rib-rattle, I’m a metered machine with a trench-depth paddle. Cartilage crackle, I spark this battle, Speech like a stampede, steel-shod cattle. Alphabet ammo, I’m spraying a letter, Parallel patterns, they braided together. Stutter my syllables laser the measure, I’m on a treasure of pressure, a pleasure of terror. Motherflocker [clink] deposit the sin, I’m buying forgiveness with quarters again. [Verse 3B] I’m a fuse for the drumline, fire at the core, I put teeth on the tempo, bite through the floor. All your talk gets chalked like lines at the morgue, I don’t bargain with bars - just score. Hydraulic cadence, I’m raising the frame, High-voltage cadence, I’m blazing the lane. Granular rain when I weather your name, You’re a page in the flame and I’m turning the game. Motherflocker [clink] I’m rich off swears, Jar so full it’s a kettlebell there. [Bridge] No brakes, no hush, I’m a rush in a wire, No cage, no crutch, I combust and inspire. Syncopate fate while I juggle the fire, Duplicate hate - then I double it higher. Clock talk (tick) rock shock - tock, We sprint through the grid while we melt the lock. [Chorus] Swear jar! Pay up! (Hey!) Fast bars! Stay up! (What!) Run it like a drag from the block to the stage - up! Swear jar! Pay up! (Clink!) No brakes! Blaze up! (Yeah!) Motherflocker [clink] we count that paper in the same cup!