[Intro] (Tick... tick... tick...) Count it. Cut it. Stack it. Snap it. Every syllable measured. Every breath under pressure. Three... Two... One... GO! [Verse 1] Every last word got a place in the grid, Built like an engine, every piston is fixed. Angles and fractions, patterns and schemes, Turning raw chaos into impossible streams. Count every sixteenth, divide every bar, Map every rhyme like I'm charting the stars. Nothing accidental, every consonant lands, Blueprint precision in the palm of my hands. Velocity rising, adrenaline climbs, Finding equations inside of the rhymes. Every permutation folding back on itself, I'm racing my shadow without needing help. [Pre-Chorus] Add it... Subtract it... Multiply... Attack it... Every beat another calculation. Every line another elevation. [Chorus] Feels like a god damn sugar rush— Heartbeat redlining, never slowing up. Brain on fire, sparks in the bloodstream, Living inside of a lyrical machine. Every last word is calculated. Every rhyme slot calibrated. Running so fast I outrun gravity— Turning mathematics into insanity. [Verse 2] Algorithms dancing inside of my head, Every decimal marches exactly instead. Patterns collide but they never collapse, I build cathedrals out of rhythmic maps. Switching up cadence, accelerating pace, Never lose footing while I tighten the lace. Every internal connects to the next, Puzzle-piece flow with impossible depth. Domino bars when the first one falls, Every reaction echoes through the walls. Perfect geometry wrapped in the sound, Infinite circles that never break down. [Breakdown] Tick... Tick... Tick... Count. Measure. Fire! Every syllable... Every vowel... Every consonant... LOCKED. Every beat... Every breath... Every pulse... DROP! [Final Chorus] Feels like a god damn sugar rush— Mind moving faster than a lightning crush. Thoughts explode into synchronized waves, Building whole worlds inside these phrases. Every last word is calculated. Every ending anticipated. Fast rhythmic mathematical rap on attack— No wasted motion... Never look back. [Outro] No coincidence. No accidents. No random chance. Just rhythm... Just numbers... Just instinct... Perfectly calculated.
