I elevate with the rhythm, never fake with the vision, In the cypher I’m the blade with precision, I stay on a mission. Every phrase is a prism, split the light through the bars I deliver, Cold-blooded, soul flooded, got the heart of a sinner. I’m the spark in the winter, bringin’ heat with the cadence, Got the people leanin’ in like they seekin’ the fragrance. Every sequence amazin’, I ain’t needin’ the basics, Turn the booth to a temple, now I’m speakin’ to ancients. In the flow I’m embedded, I don’t choke, I just let it, Roll off the tongue like a quote that’s prophetic. I’m a beast when I let it, got the streets in a fetish, For the real, raw rap that’s been keepin’ it shredded. I don’t follow the trend, I make a mark in the dust, They try to copy the pen, but never harness the thrust. I’m too sharp when I bust, like a dart with the rush, A verbal arsonist touch — bars carved in the crust. I architect pressure every measure gets weaponized, Thread the rhyme through the pocket till the tempo gets stretched in size. Every breath synchronized with the kick when the section rides, Never sacrifice meaning for speed I let both collide. Got a lexicon loaded with leverage embedded inside, Turn a sentence to circuitry watch how the current arrives, When the voltage connects to the pen every word comes alive. I go off, no brakes — full speed when I snap Bars cut clean, got the beat in a trap Every line mean, got the streets yellin’ facts Can’t fake this — this is heat over wax. I go off, no brakes — full speed when I snap Bars cut clean, got the beat in a trap Every line mean, got the streets yellin’ facts Can’t fake this — this is heat over wax. I’m a maze in the matrix, with a brain that’s evasive, When I aim, it’s invasive, leave the fake in stasis. My cadence contagious, spreadin’ flames through the pages, They amazed at the phrases — feel the rage when I blaze this. Built for the grind, with the will of a hundred, I define what’s divine when I peel through the thunder. No shield in the bunker, I’m exposed with the thunder, Every quote like a bolt — better hold for the wonder. Never fold under pressure, I perform in the chaos, Got the game in a stretcher, now I’m stormin’ the playoffs. Born with a radar — spot a fake from a distance, I create with persistence, ain’t no breaks in my system. I don’t bend, I don’t break — I’ma snap through the norms, With a pen that’ll quake like a clash in the storm. Every rhyme is a form of divine revelation, I’m designed for the grind, no decline in the station. I manipulate meters make the rhythm obey when I enter, Shift the weight of a syllable perfectly placed in the center. Every pattern gets deeper the further you trace the agenda, I can fracture the cadence then stitch it together in tempo. No surrender embedded my pressure is built in the mental, Turn adversity into an engine and feed it potential, Then accelerate through every ceiling they labeled essential. I go off, no brakes — full speed when I snap Bars cut clean, got the beat in a trap Every line mean, got the streets yellin’ facts Can’t fake this — this is heat over wax. I go off, no brakes — full speed when I snap Bars cut clean, got the beat in a trap Every line mean, got the streets yellin’ facts Can’t fake this — this is heat over wax. This a test for the gifted, I finesse what I script with, Every breath is ballistic, leave a mess when I rip this. Manifestin’ my instincts, got the flex of a misfit, My success is encrypted in the depths of my linguistics. I’m a glitch in the code, every pitch overload, Let it hit like a stone when I spit in the zone. I don’t miss when I roam, every inch I control, Like a fist to the dome, now they flinch when I flow. Multis layered like a paradox twist, Got the crowd in the air like they scared I might miss. I’m prepared when I flip, no compare to my gift, Got the snare in a grip like it’s paired to my wrist. Every beat that I lace is a feast and a flame, When I speak it’s a race through the peaks of the game. I don’t sleep, I remain in the deep with the pain, Now I reap what I claim — every piece with my name. Every vowel interconnected the moment I open the throttle, Let the syllables spiral together then pour from the bottle. I can double the density still keep the message colossal, Put the technical next to the visceral making a hybrid model. Every breath calibrated to carry impossible cargo, When the cadence accelerates I never loosen the cargo, I leave fingerprints buried in rhythm wherever the bars go. I go off, no brakes — full speed when I snap Bars cut clean, got the beat in a trap Every line mean, got the streets yellin’ facts Can’t fake this — this is heat over wax. I go off, no brakes — full speed when I snap Bars cut clean, got the beat in a trap Every line mean, got the streets yellin’ facts Can’t fake this — this is heat over wax.
