[Intro] Microphone check Check the specs Dissect the subjects Go [Verse 1] I inspect the dialect and detect a major defect In the retrospective aspect of your faded intellect You’re a footnote a mis-wrote quote a joke A sinking boat that can’t float on a moat of smoke My syllable availability is crushing your stability Exposing the fragility of your tactical utility You step into the ring with a dull blade and a prayer I strip the ozone layer leaving you gasping for air It’s distinct this instinct to make your confidence shrink To make your ego sink into the brink faster than you blink I don’t need a hammer to stammer or cause a drama I cause a cranial hematoma just utilizing good grammar [Chorus] Sticks and stones are antiquated tools I dismantle the molecules of fools (It hurts doesn't it) I’m living in your head rent free Rearranging your anatomy (Psychic surgery) The cadence is the weapon the rhythm is the hex Next [Verse 2] Your lineage is questionable your fashion is detestable Your combat style is barely even digestable I’m suggestible to the idea that you’re a mistake A fake bake on a wedding cake that’s bound to break I articulate the hate and vibrate the breastplate Until the cardiac arrest rate decides to escalate You’re clumsy you’re mumsy you’re flimsy and weak I critique the technique and leave you unable to speak Blood coming out the ear from the sheer atmosphere Of the sneer that I sear into your career like a spear Drop the shield drop the sword drop the act Get wrecked by the impact of the abstract fact [Chorus] Sticks and stones are antiquated tools I dismantle the molecules of fools (It hurts doesn't it) I’m living in your head rent free Rearranging your anatomy (Psychic surgery) The cadence is the weapon the rhythm is the hex Next [Outro] Scratched Matched Dispatched (Mic drop)
