E.V.E. - Copper-Top Cadence Elby 3

[Verse 1] I came with the clause and the comma collapse, Palm full of plans and a chest full of maps. Copper-top cadence, I crack through the trap, Words in the locker, I’m back on the track. Poly-syllabic, I volley the syllables fast, Cause and effect in a crackling blast. Fold out the pattern, then roll it right back, Old-school precision with a future-day slap. Brick by brick, I build a bizarre little bridge, Big-book brain with a hitman's switch. Clip every line till it glitter and click, Pick through the rhythm like a lock with a pick. You want clean? I come with the grit and the gloss, Thin little grin with a ticker-tape pulse. Talk too slick and you trip in the sauce, I’m the long-winded spark that the short ones lost. [Pre-Chorus] Hold that breath, let it line up tight, Watch the whole page turn left to right. Fold it in, then stretch that sound, One more swing and I bring it down. [Chorus] Fold out, roll out, say it loud Fold out, roll out, take your crowd Big talk, clean shot, check the sound Fold out, roll out, spin around Fold out, roll out, run it back Tongue on fire, no slack in the track Stack that phrase, let it crack Fold out, roll out, bring it back [Verse 2] I got the double-time drill in a triple-time suit, Suitcase rhymes and a surgical boot. Cut through the chatter, the chatter go poof, My meter got venom and proof in the proof. Gutter to gallery, I glide with the twist, Hand on the pulse and a page in my fist. If it sounds like a maze, I’m the architect, kid, Lay down a labyrinth, then light up the grid. Run-on momentum with a razor-beat grin, Every little ending got a beginning within. Name on the notebook, line by line spin, Write till the ceiling start splitting again. You hear the pressure, the pleasure, the sting, Pressure makes diamonds, I make them sing. I don’t just land, I arrive like a king, With a tongue-tied crowd and a tight little ring. [Bridge] Step back, let the whole room hum One breath in, then the breakout come Turn that key, watch the lock come loose I been too sharp to be cut from the bruise [Chorus] Fold out, roll out, say it loud Fold out, roll out, take your crowd Big talk, clean shot, check the sound Fold out, roll out, spin around Fold out, roll out, run it back Tongue on fire, no slack in the track Stack that phrase, let it crack Fold out, roll out, bring it back