Too Many Words Per Verse (Live Performance)

[Intro – Spoken, Over Distorted Static] “Okay. Breathe in. We’re keeping it minimal. Simple. Chill. Professional. …I already rhymed three words just saying that. God—fine, let’s go again—record’s rolling—don’t stop me this time!” (Beat detonates. Drumline cascades like a typewriter melting.) ⸻ [Verse 1 – Ramble’s Brain Booting Up] I keep tripping on tempo, tongue tangled in tech flow, got a backlog of punchlines breaking the metronome echo, I’m a caffeine confessional, rhythm’s a ritual, syllables stack in residual intervals, literal digital miracles, syntax criminal, rhythmic and clinical, every single syllable spinning in visuals, I tried to chill, but my pen’s evangelical, words multiply faster than biblical miracles— I’m out of breath before bar two, voice lapping my heartbeat, déjà vu, my mouth’s a factory, factory’s cracked, dictionary’s bleeding, brain’s gone black, I’m huffing punctuation, commas in rotation, prepositions fighting for representation, I’m a linguistic demolition crew, building towers made of déjà vu! ⸻ [Chorus – The Linguistic Meltdown] Too many words per verse, my jaw’s rehearsed a curse reversed, I blink, it blurs, the script’s dispersed, my breath’s a blur in the syntax curse! Too many words per verse, my lungs compress, my thoughts traverse, I tried to simplify—made it worse, now my tongue’s possessed by a chatty universe! ⸻ [Verse 2 – Total Linguistic Overload] Every vowel’s volatile, consonant carnival, rhyme time’s hostile, line’s diabolical, I swallow my rhymes like pharmaceutical crimes, overdosing on prose, ghosting my timelines, my grammar’s glamoured, my stanzas stammer, syntax hammer in a bubblegum jammer, adjectives rioting, adverbs colliding, metaphors fighting, similes biting! I wrote one thought, it cloned eleven, paragraphs orbit like word-heaven, my sentence density bends dimension, every syllable a self-intervention! I’m microdosing on dictionary fumes, words bloom, kaboom, consume the room, I’m a paradox puppet with a paper tongue, singing triple-speed just to stay unsung! ⸻ [Bridge – Meta Glitch (Spoken & Fragmented)] “Okay wait—how many bars was that? …Thirty-two? That’s not even human—” (distortion crackles) “Autotune the panic. Quantize the meltdown. Now double it.” (beat speeds up to absurd levels) ⸻ [Verse 3 – The Unholy Run-On Sentence] I’m a broken beat in binary sweat, self-reflecting syntax silhouette, autocorrect just broke my neck, text-to-speech having a panic attack, my tongue’s a weapon, my lungs protest, chest compressed like a data test, I’m obsessed, regressed, repressed, depressed, still too damn expressed to rest! These rhymes got muscle cramps, these metaphors pay late rent, my lines are stress-tested tensile strands holding up planets of over-sentiment, I’m a poet with a flowchart aneurysm, syntax prism, brain in schism, every beat another baptism, dictionary exorcism! ⸻ [Final Chorus – Full Collapse] Too many words per verse! Somebody call a nurse, I’m cursed, my tongue’s rehearsed to burst, I wrote so hard my mic reversed! Too many words per verse! I tried concise—it made it worse, now the verse got extra verse, I’m lost in the alphabet multiverse! ⸻ [Outro – Spoken, Gasps for Air] “Okay… okay, that’s it… no more words, no more— wait—rhyme ‘word’ with ‘absurd’? …God damn it—cut the track!”