(Chorus) I got the crowd, going crazy And up goes the voice of the singing lady Like this (Singing choir lady sings) Like this (Singing choir lady sings) ⸻ (Verse 1 with Joyner-style stacking) Yo, I’m atomic, demolishin’ phonics, I’m on it, I vomit the sonics, ironic, I’m honest, I’m godly, I’m cosmic, I’m chronic, I’m polybionic. I’m faster than rockets, I’m sharper than comments, I’m darker than Onyx, I’m barkin’ ebonics, I’m sparkin’ hydraulics, I’m marchin’ with logic. I pivot the pattern, I riddle the matter, I’m splitting the atoms, I’m hittin’ the phantom, I’m flippin’ the fandom, I’m grippin’ the anthem. I’m vicious, ambitious, malicious with diction, tradition is fiction, I’m whippin’ the rhythm, I’m flippin’ the prism, collision’s addiction. I’m never diminished, replenish the menace, I finish with Guinness, I’m in it, I’m winnin’, I’m sprintin’ with digits, I’m bendin’ the physics. I’m liftin’ the limits, my spirit’s prolific, terrific, horrific, Explicit, exquisite, ballistic, linguistic, sadistic, simplistic. I’m the bomb in the booth, choir liftin’ the truth, Touch lit the fuse, now I’m rippin’ the roof. Lady hit the note, let it echo divine, Boom bap nuclear — Hot Touch, prime time. ⸻ (Chorus) I got the crowd, going crazy And up goes the voice of the singing lady Like this (Singing choir lady sings) Like this (Singing choir lady sings) (Verse 2) I did way too much on my first verse So I’m following up with a short shirt Cause it doesn’t fit my prime But it’ll stick like slime Shutting down the grime Making due with time Nah nah let’s go back to killing this shit Look…look… (Verse 2 — Atomic Follow-Up) I did way too much on my first verse, So I’m following up with a short shirt, Cause it doesn’t fit my prime, But it’ll stick like slime, Shutting down the grime, Making due with time — Cause I be prolific, So gifted, no limit, so twisted, I flip it, ballistic, Explicit, my vision encrypted, I’m cryptic, I’m vicious, I’m wicked, I’m lifted. I’m bending the grammar, I hammer the grammar, I’m stammering stanzas, I’m dancing on scanners, I’m jamming with phantoms, I’m phantom in cameras. I’m rapid with patterns, attacking with daggers, I scatter the chatter, I’m shattering ladders, I’m climbing, I’m madder, I’m badder than rappers. I’m fluid, I’m lucid, I’m mutant, a student of music, I’m ruthless, intrusive, abusive with proof that I’m truth in acoustics. I’m faster than rumors, I’m sharper than tumors, I’m harder than shooters, I’m darker than rumors, I’m marching with boomers, I’m smarter than computers. Explosive, corrosive, devotion in motion, The choir behind me, commotion in oceans. Boom bap titan, the flow’s still mythic, Touch and the choir — atomic, prolific. (Chorus) I got the crowd, going crazy And up goes the voice of the singing lady Like this (Singing choir lady sings) Like this (Singing choir lady sings) (Spoken Outro) This is it, 2 verses and a chorus I thought of last minute This making me run out of gas I’m giving this shit my all (hahaha) Please drop some love if you feeling it Hot touch baybeh (Dj scratches hot touch)
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