[Intro: Spoken] Yo. They told me to spit plain. I said “Nah, give me polysyllabic terrain.” Now watch this… [Verse 1] Hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian, kickin' it silly with alien gradient, I’m flippin’ it fast with a sesquipedalian radius, Droppin’ antidisestablishmentarian variance. Supercalifragilistic flow, I'm ballistic, Transubstantiation on beats so mystic, Autophagocytosis, linguistics twisted, Tryna parse bars? You'll need a linguist. Psychoneuroimmunological chatter, With pneumonoultramicroscopicsilico-matter. Semantic gymnastics in syllables shatter, My tongue’s doing flips like it’s made of batter. [Hook] Why say simple when you got the arcane? Why drop rain when you summon a hurricane? Say it long, say it thick, say it dense, Flex that mind, make a sentence tense. Cat got claws? I got claustrophobia. Hat on pause? I drop onychophagia. Talk too much? They call it logorrhea, But I break it down like phonemic fear. [Verse 2] I walk through halls of the hyperarticulated, Where truth gets lost in the overcompensated. Why say sad when you claim melancholia? Why say help when you throw etymologia? It’s egregious, pseudo-intellectual thesis, Using circumlocution just to please us. Don’t tell me utilize when you mean use, Don’t say misappropriate when you mean abuse. Call it verbosity, verbal monstrosity, Rap turned lexical idolatry. But behind that curtain of ostentatious diction, Is just fear of friction or self-conviction. [Hook] Why say clear when you swim through tar? Why ride truth when you reach for spar? Say it raw, say it clean, say it wise, Big words small minds often disguise. Flex that brain? I flex neuroplasticity, Wreck that lane? I thread elasticity. Don’t need pomp to teach philosophy, Just bars that bend your reality. [Final Verse] Incomprehensibilities tangle with my agility, I batter with bilinguality, fractured in trilingual symmetry, Slicing like incivility hitting proclivity, For breaking down intraorganizational liability. Noctilucent in the dark I spark through Multidimensional philosophical mark-throughs. With tetrahydrocannabinol in the air, My thoughtforms shift like a fractal stare. My counterrevolutionary tongue tags the sky, In a metaphysical suit, too sharp to lie. Don’t try to define me, just rewind me, I’m the storm of verbosity, unaligned, untimed, free. [Outro] So next time they say, "Just keep it simple…" [Whisper] "Hippopotomonstrosesquipedalian."
