VELOCITY PROPHET pt7 FT: STARLGHT

[Intro] 2 names... 1 meaning Soul L33k [Verse 1 - Soul L33k] i enter the echo with tempo in motion, a notion that grows in the throat of the night spitting a ribbon of syllables glistening, twisting like circuits igniting a light minute by minute i’m winning the rhythm, i’m bending the limits of what I recite picking a pocket of infinite logic and locking it into a climactic flight click of the pen and it sends me again into trenches of sentence design tension is living and shifting and giving the ink a relentless incline i don’t just write it i fracture the timing and climb it like steps in a spine till every idea i’ve been hiding inside of my mind starts to rhyme in a line [Verse 2 - Soul L33k] i map out the night like a labyrinth script where the tips of my thoughts interlock tick of the clock is a knock in the dark and i carve every spark as it talks walking a corridor formed out of words that are curving like orbits of chalk talking in spirals of lyrical science defying the silence it walks hours collapse into patterns of language that manage to damage the frame i rearrange every phrase in a maze till the page starts to mimic my name i’m chasing the cadence, erasing the vacant and vacant is never the aim placing a flame in the grammar of chaos and taming the edge of the game [Pause] Hey Star... It's time... [Verse 3 - STARLGHT] i thread through the static, adaptive and active, a pattern that fractures the code loading a lattice of latent reactions, exacting a path that i wrote pulse of the prose is a ghost in the host, every note that i quote overloads i’m stroking the spine of a line till it shines with a mind of its own as it grows slip into symmetry, bending the memory, letting the melody split into fragments of thought that i caught in a knot, now i’m letting it drift into script i pivot and shift every syllable quick till the rhythm is perfectly stitched like a glitch in the system i listen and lift every bar till it twists and it hits [Verse 4 - STARLGHT] i step in the chamber of cadence and canvas where language is tangled in loops drawing a blueprint of truth in the booth while the proof is embedded in roots syllables scatter then gather and shatter the matter i’m molding in groups till it forms into storms of reforming the norm and transforming the use [Outro - back and forth] i’m riding the rise of a line that divides every silence it tries to contain designing a spine out of time intertwined with the climb of a conscious terrain i don’t just deliver, i sever the tether of pressure and measure the gain then reign in the chaos and lay it in layers till every refrain is a flame