[Intro - radio chatter] Subject approaching the microphone. Vocabulary pressure rising. Do not interrupt the cadence. [Verse 1] No matter the matter, we gather the data, Get it together, get better from pressure, The bigger the batter, the better the fracture, Forget it forever whenever they measure. Whenever the weather endeavours to pleasure, Remember to measure the centre of better, I sever the tether, then feather the lever, Then bend every letter with venom and texture. Stepping in steadily, heavily mentally, Energy entering every extremity, Enemy entities sent into jeopardy, Tempered with chemistry, weaponised memory. Mystical lyricist, syllable specialist, Twisting the rhythm with militant elegance, Gifted intelligence, vicious benevolence, Heavenly sentence with devilish relevance. Mind like a mainframe, rhyme like a migraine, Bright flame twisting through lightning and night rain, White-knuckle syllables grip through the mic chain, I write pain right through the veins of my mind-state. [Pre-Chorus] Breathe in, breathe out, Let the bassline pull the beast out, Teeth grit, heat hits, Now the whole room feels this. [Chorus] I’m the mystical lyricist, Rhythm gets twisted quick, Every little syllable’s hitting like a pistol click, SuAdE on the mic and the fire gets limitless. Mystical lyricist, Gifted but twisted kid, No matter the matter, I master the manuscript, Step to the rhythm and watch me get into it. (Mystical lyricist) (Gifted but twisted) (Master the manuscript) [Verse 2] Back with a tactical, practical, magical, Lyrical animal breaking the manual, Actual radical, fractal grammatical, Patterns are stacking like storms in the capital. Mouth full of meteor, mind gets speedier, Feed me a beat and I feast like a predator, Read me the room and I move like a senator, Smooth with the venom but never a regular. Not a miracle, more like a ritual, Rhythmical criminal, critically clinical, Spiritual syllables spinning subliminal, Visual visions get vivid and biblical. Linguistical mystic, ballistic statistic, Kicking the rhythm until it gets twisted, Insisting the gifted persist through resistance, Existing to lift this precision to distance. Flicking the switches in rhythm divisions, Decisions are driven through hidden collisions, Spitting the mission with piston precision, Ignition is given, the system is splitting. [Pre-Chorus] Breathe in, breathe out, Let the bassline pull the beast out, Teeth grit, heat hits, Now the whole room feels this. [Chorus] I’m the mystical lyricist, Rhythm gets twisted quick, Every little syllable’s hitting like a pistol click, SuAdE on the mic and the fire gets limitless. Mystical lyricist, Gifted but twisted kid, No matter the matter, I master the manuscript, Step to the rhythm and watch me get into it. [Bridge] Slow it down, let the pressure sit, One breath left and I’m measuring it, Every bar is a weapon if I’m sharpening it, Every thought is a spark if I’m harnessing it. They say too much, too fast, too technical, But I move through the math with a medical method, If the rhythm is a puzzle, I’m setting the decimal, Then stretching the syllables better than flexible. [Verse 3 - double-time] Quick shift, tongue twist, rhythm gets venomous, Tick-tick pulse when the pressure gets treacherous, Chest lit, breath split, still stay effortless, Best bit hits when the method gets reckless. No sleep, no peace, no weak little sentence, Every little letter gets bent into penance, Every little enemy entering menace, Gets sent to the centre and severed in seconds. Bigger the batter, better the weapon, Better the weather, better the lesson, Better remember the centre of pressure, Never surrender the rhythmic possession. Threading the needle with medieval cathedral, People see evil but feel something peaceful, Lethal but legal, the sequel to regal, Eagle-eye vision through smoke from the diesel. Rhyme craft, mind trap, high-grade cadence, Time snaps right back, bright blade patience, Line after line, I design vibrations, Inside the spine like a live-wire station. [Final Chorus] I’m the mystical lyricist, Rhythm gets twisted quick, Every little syllable’s hitting like a pistol click, SuAdE on the mic and the fire gets limitless. Mystical lyricist, Gifted but twisted kid, No matter the matter, I master the manuscript, Step to the rhythm and watch me get into it. [Outro - radio chatter] Cadence levels exceeding threshold. Subject still breathing. The microphone is overheating.
