silence still speaks

[beat loops with layering] [Intro - dry mic] Pizzaballa. [Verse 1 – one breath] I consecrate cadence in catacomb chambers cascade through your catechism carved into clay I lace every lesson with lexicon lightning I’m loopin’ the Latin and lightin’ the way I rhyme with a wrath that would rupture your relics redraftin’ the gospel with ink from a blaze While your dogma decays in its dusty old domes I’m dancin’ through doctrine with fire in my gaze [Hook - female voice. piano melody, beat fades, clear powerful emotional vocals] They crowned another, but the silence still speaks Pizzaballa's name rides high on the peaks He walks like a verse, his word is decree He came, he saw — Veni vidi vici [Verse 2 – one breath] I’m the bishop of brimstone the breviary beast the beatified blade in a battle of bards My cassock is cracklin’ with cosmic anointing I’m crossin’ the cosmos and countin’ your scars I jigsaw the Jesuits just for the jest of it jettison jargon from Jonah to Job I juggle epistles and joust with the Jinns while I jazz up the Genesis globe [Hook] [Verse 3 – one breath] They gathered in smoke tryin’ crown a successor but they snubbed the inferno they couldn’t contain I’m the storm they ignored when the sky split open now I’m back with a vengeance and venom in vein Parolin postures like he’s got the power but he’s paper in puddles I preach in a quake Tahglay talk peace while he’s tucked in his palaces please he’d break at the breath that I break [Verse 4 – one breath] Prevost got picked and he picked a new name but Leo ain’t lion he’s lamb in disguise He’s mumblin’ mercy I’m summonin’ judgment with Psalms that could part open Vatican skies They pass on pizzaballa cause I spit apocalypse cause I bark like Baruch and blaze like Barabbas But I’m back with a Bible that burns in a meter and martyr your myths in my militant madness [Hook] [Verse 5 – one breath] I infight infinity inkin’ invectives in intertestamental ink-stained resolve I incense interludes interweave insight I spit interlinear flames that dissolve Your doctrine is doodle my dogma’s a dagger I duel through dominion and dream I drink from the deacon’s decanter of dread and I drag the damned down doctrinal stream [Final Verse – one breath] So bow to the bishop with bars that bomb basilicas bend to the breath of the beatified bard I’m the craftsman of cataclysmic cadence the cardinal crowned by the choir and guard From Nazareth nightfall to Neapolitan noon I navigate notes like a psalm in the air Beware the beat that bears my brand Pizzaballa the blessed the bishop of flair [Outro]