[Verse 1] Quantum rhythm in the system when the syllables scatter Every pattern in the brain starts to rapidly shatter Half a yard chatter but the crap doesn't matter Till the pen hit the page and the pressure get fatter (yeah) I was pacing in the dark with a spark in the cortex Starts like a storm in a lyrical vortex Most of these rappers performing a poor flex But never caught in the war in the process (running it) Syllable symmetry bending the tempo Mental crescendo breaking the stance so fuck every critic pretending to mantle While they recycle the same instrumental facts Mind like a lab where the chemicals mix Every breath like a technical fix Half of the game on some predictable shit so I flip the whole rhythm and wreck your big biz [Chorus] Say what you mean when the cadence collide Truth in the lungs every breath every line Some of you talk but the spirit is hollow I speak in the silence get louder with time Look at the energy shift when it land Weight in the sound of the plan Fuck all the noise in the crowd I build a void They don't understand Fuck all the noise in the crowd I build a void They don't understand [Verse 2] Look I got a brain like a maze full of lightning Thoughts keep striking rhythms igniting Half of these cats only typing and biting Never survive in a fight with the writing (yeah) Cadence velocity patterns reshape Language evolving the second I create Most of you chasing the internet fame while I'm building a style you could never duplicate Fuck every lane that was made to contain Thoughts that explode when the rhythms sustain Every damn bar like a crack in the brain The room start shaking afraid go verbal acrobat flipping the syntax Minimal gimmicks I'm killing the impact Anyone thinking the skill is a mismatch Find out the second the syllables dispatch (but ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) [Bridge] Bass walking slow (woo) Now the groove get smooth with the jazz in the pocket But the mind stay sharp like a blade in a socket (uh) Some of you talk but you never unlock it (hey) I spit in the rhythm start bending the logic (yeah) Every damn line like a spark in a wire Thoughts climbing higher and higher and higher None of you ready to dance in the fire So bottle it up while the pressure get dire Running the pen like a piston the engine is live Thoughts on the chest doing ninety-five Anyone doubting the craft will arrive at the moment the rhythm survive [Chorus] Say what you mean when the cadence collide Truth in the lungs every breath every line Some of you talk but the spirit is hollow I speak in the silence get louder with time Look at the energy shift when it land Weight in the sound of the plan Fuck all the noise in the crowd I build a void They don't understand Fuck all the noise in the crowd I build a void They don't understand [Outro] Mos Jeph let the rhythm rotate
