(Verse 1 — 20 Bars) I architect arguments arsenals hidden in paragraphs Blueprint the punch then construct where the aftermath overlaps Syntax surgical every incision got symmetry You manufacture presence I manufacture ability My pen got appellate power overturning your sentence Triplet it pivot it syllables fitted with militant discipline Minimal intervals intricate riddles get riddled through rhythm and Switching the stress of a word till the meaning is counterfeit Then flip the counterfeit back into currency counting it Clip phrase split frames quick change six lanes Wit sharp wrist locked switchblade syntax Kick snare mismatch grid snap impact I accelerate language while keeping the architecture legible Every internal connected to several additional parallels Pedaling phonetics through pockets mathematically inaccessible Lexical leverage embedded in predicates bending the cadence I bury a scheme in a scheme then resurrect it two patterns later Your multis are costume jewelry mine appraise under inspection Every facet refracts another angle of the same reflection Wack rappers rent aesthetics I own the linguistic investment (Chorus — 4 Bars) Three gears in the throat watch the transmission shift Triplets triple time chop every pattern I grip If the pen is a weapon mine came engineered for this Wack rappers hear the switch and start forgetting how to spit (Verse 2 — 20 Bars) Cold start bars arc dark room sharp wounds Short fuse words move verbs bloom bass booms Beat bend grid snap whole frame recalibrated I triple the cadence then triple the meaning while keeping the premise intact Literal layer metaphor under it third is a reference buried in back My bars got residual income each interpretation collecting the tax Semantic landlord I increase the rent on every phrase Homonyms laundering meanings through legitimate wordplay I make a killing off figures of speech call it capital punishment Your figures are speechless when actual numbers get published One line balancing books while simultaneously closing your case Polysyllabic precision positioned in microscopic tolerances Consonants ricochet vowels rerouted through alternating coordinates Breath is a metronome diaphragm handling lyrical ordinance I subdivide subdivisions till fractions are fracturing fractions Then consolidate rhythm and weaponize all of the fragments Stop go lock flow cross grid drop low Half beat backseat snap clean attack mode You got punchlines with expiration dates mine mature in the cellar Every replay appreciates value your catalog depreciates faster (Chorus — 4 Bars) Three gears in the throat watch the transmission shift Triplets triple time chop every pattern I grip If the pen is a weapon mine came engineered for this Wack rappers hear the switch and start forgetting how to spit (Verse 3 — 20 Bars) I enter the pocket then fracture the pocket then stitch it together in threes Alter the gravity under the syllables making the language agree A phrase can be blade balance sheet branch on a genealogical tree Three meanings occupying one piece of linguistic property Velocity escalating syllables rapidly stacking in sequences Internal patterns crossing external with calculated equivalences Every recurrence plants a clue then returns with a different significance I make phonetics mechanical torque in the consonant placement Your fastest material is noise with cardiovascular properties Mine is a library fired through a particle accelerator flawlessly Speed isn't the summit it's merely transportation What you're carrying inside it determines the valuation My paradox got two truths fighting over jurisdiction Your contradiction means you forgot your previous description I weaponize context make the setup ammunition Cut clean tongue steel drum kick one breath Quick scheme jump seams punch left context Three tap reset syntax impact Final acceleration threading impossible clusters through openings Articulation immaculate even when rhythmic compression is closing in You wanted lyrical competition I converted the sport to a science Then wrote the peer review myself and rejected you for noncompliance (Final Chorus — 4 Bars) Three gears in the throat watch the transmission shift Triplets triple time chop every pattern I grip If the pen is a weapon mine came engineered for this Wack rappers hear the switch and start forgetting how to spit
