Flip-fast, flashback, fricative fallout, Tick-tack time-snap twistin’ my crawl out. Whip-crack syntax, spin that spittrack, Jaw-jammed jitter keepin’ rhythm on the kickback. Backbeat breakneck breathline blazin’, Syllable cyclone, sideways phrasin’, I’m a runaway reel with a riddle worth razin’, Tryna’ outrun thunder when the tongue starts braisin’. Snap-spin—snap again—slipstream slingin’, Trip-tongue—twist-lung—wild wind wingin’. Spill-speed—still bleed—beats keep stingin’, Break that breath till the breath starts singing. I’m a tongue-tied tempest tearaway, Tripwired rhythm on a ricochet. Try to track me down but I drift astray, I outrun every word I say. Yeah, tongue-tied tempest tearaway, Bend that breath in a blue ballet. If the beat breaks hard, I break away, ’Cause I outrun every word I say. Slipclick scattershot syllabic shiver, Riff-ripped river runnin’ quicker in the quiver. Frenzy on the fretline, phantom on the fever, Talkin’ like a lightning bolt sewn to a receiver. Rattleback rapid-fire rattlin’ reason, Flip-form phrasing in a paradox season, Dare me to slow and I double my treason, Burnin’ through the air till the airflow’s freezin’. Tap-track—tic-tac—turn that torque, Breath-bend—backbend—spark that fork. Choke-chain—ghost-train—rhyme warp warp, Chasin’ every chase that the chase can cork. I’m a tongue-tied tempest tearaway, Tripwired rhythm on a ricochet. Try to track me down but I drift astray, I outrun every word I say. Yeah, tongue-tied tempest tearaway, Bend that breath in a blue ballet. If the beat breaks hard, I break away, ’Cause I outrun every word I say. Breathe-blitz—blowback—bent-note blizzard, Heat-hiss—harp-kiss—razor-edge wizard. Quick-split—quip-spit—quiverin’ quasar, Run-riff—rush-rift—ricochet razor. Whirlwind word-weld warping wider, Slipstream scream-dream sparking fire, Soundwave slave to the speed inside her, Break that breath till the breath turns rider. Tongue-tied tempest tearaway, Treadin’ light on a live grenade. If the night needs noise, I’ll serenade Every shadow that slips my way. Yeah, tongue-tied tempest tearaway, Born half-blur and half-blaze. I bend that breath in a blue ballet And outrun every word I say.
