▌│█║▌║▌║ 𝙇𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 + 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙎 ║▌║▌║█│▌ [𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀] [Intro] Consider this your preliminary warning My vocabulary’s venomous, the verbal storm is forming If your comprehension’s fragile, better brace for deformation Cause I’m bringing calculated linguistic devastation No casual conversation, this is verbal excavation Every syllable is sharpened with deliberate preparation When the cadence starts accelerating, there’s no intermission You’re witnessing a lexical assault with surgical precision [Verse 1] I’m an itinerant intellect, insidious and intricate Restless with the rhetoric, obsessive with the syllabics Meticulous with every metric, every breath deliberate I turn a bleak perspective into visions of magnificence Oblique with the rhetoric, esoteric in execution Every sentence serpentine, semantic contortion I weaponize a metaphor, distort it then reform it Turn a microscopic thought into a fucking metamorphosis I’m cryptic with the cadence, acrobatic with phonetics Polysyllabic mathematics embedded in aesthetics Pedantic with the penmanship, obsessive with the metrics Every consonant sharpened till the consonants are kinetic I don’t merely spit, I excavate the lexicon Digging through the language till I find another synonym Verbal pyrotechnics when I set it to the metronome Every bar a labyrinth, every line another corridor I make the obscure articulate, the abstract tangible Turn complicated concepts into patterns comprehensible Never needed simple words just to make the message digestible I make the complexity the fucking point and make it memorable _______________________________________________________________ [𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗦] [Verse 2] Damn it, just wanted to make a cool collaboration but the formulation of this articulation making me, (anxious) in honest desperation I try to clear out this devastation breaking my, (ankles) First things first, I have to take a look at the conceptualization of this tricky situation starting setting the pace in, my mind, already forming the chaining of this permutation making my own conceptuation, practicing my pronunciation for this semantic transformation, there's no time for hesitation, can't allow myself to run into complications, won't let it get to myself, this eerie feeling of irritation, upgrading myself thanks to the iteration, Leave it to me, when I'm talking 'bout the modulation of this accelerating escalation, with neither preparation nor configuration, I know my part is kind of a reinterpretation of steady growing amplification trying not to get lost in disorientation, to set my intention, so I make a good impression Buddy up there making a Filthy Frank expression flowing like: "I'm a spiritual lyrical individual" c'mon kuh, stop the impersonating Scientists researching the linguistics of this verbal, (acrobatics) tho they can't break through, 'cause these lines are way too (enigmatic) Transmitting the revelation I'm not build for this lyrical intimidation the more I write, the more I feel the acceleration of my mind going into fragmentation soon it needs some hard needed recalibration, slowly hitting the realization I'm not build to go this, (apeshit) but not gonna lie this song really goes hard just like (B-Rabbit) (guess who's back)
