(1) I twist scripts, slick linguist, spit cryptic scriptures Syllables split like splinters, cut digits off gimmicks Rhythm’s a prism / I bend light in my writtens Cipher the system, I’m encrypted in rhythm Pressure makes diamonds, I’m coal in combustion Punchlines punch holes, no discussion, concussions Conscious but monstrous, I’m logic with lava Grammar’s a hammer, I nail Nirvana (Hook) Dem cyaan chain mi mind, mi spirit still free Riddim beat heavy like storm pon di sea Voice like fire, burn Babylon tree Mi chant down di wall ‘til di stone set mi free (2) I juggle jargon, jaw-droppin’ jigsaw jargon Paradox paragraphs parry fake pardons Venom in the vowels, I vow vengeance vivid Vision in the verses, verbs violently visit I’m tongue-tied tightropes, still twistin’ the talk Chalk outlines rhyme when my syllables walk Architect of aftermath, a master of math I split atoms in stanzas, detonate in the draft (Out) Echoes in the alley, shadows stalkin’ my sound Every syllable’s a soldier, battleground underground Dem waan silence di truth, but mi nah bow down Drill inna mi vein, patois crown pon mi crown © 2025 - skvadMC
