SPLIT ATOM (Super Sonic Edition)

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Split the atom, split-the-syllable, split the signal,
Minimal mercy when the rhythm gets critical.
Digital criminal, lyrical ritual,
Every little letter hit harder than a missile.

Split it.
Rip it.
Flip it.
Kill it.
Never-gonna-quit when the kick gets physical.

Riddle-me-little-bit, militant venomous,
Fillin' every sentence with a limitless impetus.
Pivot-then-rip-it-then-clip-it with diligence,
Hit 'em with a rhythm that'll cripple their innocence.

Denny been ready, machete, I'm deadly,
Heavy as lead in the belly, don't tempt me.
Steady-be-shredding the fretboard's electric,
Every progression progressively hectic.

Click-clack cadence,
Kick back? Never.
Six-track madness,
Built that pressure.

Tongue-like-a-drum with a hundred-round measure,
Stack every pattern then fracture-the-structure.

Triplet-double-it,
Triple-the-trouble then bundle it.
Run with it.
Gun with it.
None of 'em touching it,
Every little syllable loaded with punishment.

Split the atom, split-the-syllable, split the signal,
Minimal mercy when the rhythm gets critical.
Digital criminal, lyrical ritual,
Every little letter hit harder than a missile.

Split it.
Rip it.
Flip it.
Kill it.
Never-gonna-quit when the kick gets physical.

Split the particle, article,
Martyr-with-artillery.
Part of me harvesting hearts with absurdity.

Vertical murder,
Convert-to-converter.
Words turn burners,
The verse gets further.

Lock in.
Drop in.
Pop-with-a-hostile-doctrine.
Top spin.
Hop in.
Mosh pit boxed in.

Every-bar barrage,
Every scar collage,
Every-charge enlarges,
Never call it camouflage.

Accelerate-aggravate,
Animate, decimate.
Never hesitate,
Detonate, generate, separate.

Rapid-attack with a pack of the manic mechanics,
The panic is spreading, the static is bending.
The planet is cracking,
I'm laughing while half of the rappers are lagging.
I'm back with the blackened vernacular.

Split it!
Rip it!
Flip it!
Break it!

Chain-reaction.
No redaction.
Pure detonation.
Mass frustration.

Split it!
Rip it!
Flip it!
Take it!
Everybody brace for the seismic shaking!

Split the atom.
Split-the-syllable.
Split the signal.
Make it miserable.

Double kick.
Double time.
Never miss.
Never blind.

Chain-gun rhythm,
Hyper-living.
Every-second ammunition,
Every sentence superstition.

Atom split.
Smoke lift.
Still hear the kick...
Still hear the riffs.

2343/7500

Split the atom, split-the-syllable, split the signal, Minimal mercy when the rhythm gets critical. Digital criminal, lyrical ritual, Every little letter hit harder than a missile. Split it. Rip it. Flip it. Kill it. Never-gonna-quit when the kick gets physical. Riddle-me-little-bit, militant venomous, Fillin' every sentence with a limitless impetus. Pivot-then-rip-it-then-clip-it with diligence, Hit 'em with a rhythm that'll cripple their innocence. Denny been ready, machete, I'm deadly, Heavy as lead in the belly, don't tempt me. Steady-be-shredding the fretboard's electric, Every progression progressively hectic. Click-clack cadence, Kick back? Never. Six-track madness, Built that pressure. Tongue-like-a-drum with a hundred-round measure, Stack every pattern then fracture-the-structure. Triplet-double-it, Triple-the-trouble then bundle it. Run with it. Gun with it. None of 'em touching it, Every little syllable loaded with punishment. Split the atom, split-the-syllable, split the signal, Minimal mercy when the rhythm gets critical. Digital criminal, lyrical ritual, Every little letter hit harder than a missile. Split it. Rip it. Flip it. Kill it. Never-gonna-quit when the kick gets physical. Split the particle, article, Martyr-with-artillery. Part of me harvesting hearts with absurdity. Vertical murder, Convert-to-converter. Words turn burners, The verse gets further. Lock in. Drop in. Pop-with-a-hostile-doctrine. Top spin. Hop in. Mosh pit boxed in. Every-bar barrage, Every scar collage, Every-charge enlarges, Never call it camouflage. Accelerate-aggravate, Animate, decimate. Never hesitate, Detonate, generate, separate. Rapid-attack with a pack of the manic mechanics, The panic is spreading, the static is bending. The planet is cracking, I'm laughing while half of the rappers are lagging. I'm back with the blackened vernacular. Split it! Rip it! Flip it! Break it! Chain-reaction. No redaction. Pure detonation. Mass frustration. Split it! Rip it! Flip it! Take it! Everybody brace for the seismic shaking! Split the atom. Split-the-syllable. Split the signal. Make it miserable. Double kick. Double time. Never miss. Never blind. Chain-gun rhythm, Hyper-living. Every-second ammunition, Every sentence superstition. Atom split. Smoke lift. Still hear the kick... Still hear the riffs.

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