(Chorus) Load up the lines, every bar’s artillery, Syntax spin in mechanical symmetry. Poets talk aim, but my scope is memory— Every quote coded, this is Wordplay Weaponry. Rhymes ricochet clean through doubt’s design, Polish on polish, that mirror shine. Verse by verse I refine my legacy— Pull the pin on a thought, that’s Wordplay Weaponry. (Verse 1 – 32 Bars) Circuit in my skull where the current hums, Thoughts loop tight till the syntax drums, Every pulse spark a sentence spun, Shock in the flow, that’s how minds run. Alloy in my soul, mix grit with grace, Molten resolve in a metal case, Blend my flaws till the shine erase, Crafted composure—no copy paste. Mirror my tone in the hall of sound, Echo of pride where the truth rebound, Glass of grammar where light is found, Reflect my reach till the world turn round. Gravity pen keep my lines on earth, Weight in the word, that’s what bars worth, Pull in respect like a planet’s birth, Orbit of thought round a solar verse. Tempo twist when the heartbeat switch, Rhythmic gear in a poet’s pitch, Measure of life in a metronome glitch, Timing divine when the rhyme enrich. Atlas of speech, got the globe in phrase, Carry the world through a poet’s maze, Lift those bars where the skyline blaze, Burden of brilliance in word-for-days. Voltage voice when the mic ignite, Wattage of will through the endless night, Charge in my chest make the verse take flight, Energy pure from the pen’s insight. Halo of sound when the chorus ring, Light in the loop round everything, Glory in grammar, celestial string, Language alive—let the heavens sing. (Chorus) Load up the lines, every bar’s artillery, Syntax spin in mechanical symmetry. Poets talk aim, but my scope is memory— Every quote coded, this is Wordplay Weaponry. Rhymes ricochet clean through doubt’s design, Polish on polish, that mirror shine. Verse by verse I refine my legacy— Pull the pin on a thought, that’s Wordplay Weaponry. (Verse 2 – 32 Bars) Money talk in multi-tone meter, Digits dance on the beat like ether. Capital gain in a compound flow, Interest rise when the syllables grow. I’m minting bars like financial print, Gold leaf lines on the page’s mint. Stacking schemes like blocks of trust, Wealth in words, meticulous lust. Lamborghini logic, doors lift dreams, Engine in tempo, torque of themes. Shift in a phrase like a gear on cue, Zero to poem in a bar or two. Fuel in the lungs ignite the verse, Octane letters in a paper universe. I park these lines on a velvet page, Every signature spin a stage. Money metaphor, minted breath, Inflation of skill till it outprice death. Crown convertible, open sky lex, Every sunbeam bend on spec. Flow so clean it liquidate fraud, Numbers and rhymes both work for God. My garage full of verse design, Each V12 rhyme run time divine. Carbon fiber faith in a couplet chrome, I lap the language, this track’s my home. Net worth built on a metaphor fund, Currency words where the profit run. Every rev of speech a stock increase, Grammar grant, dividend peace. (Chorus) Load up the lines, every bar’s artillery, Syntax spin in mechanical symmetry. Poets talk aim, but my scope is memory— Every quote coded, this is Wordplay Weaponry. Rhymes ricochet clean through doubt’s design, Polish on polish, that mirror shine. Verse by verse I refine my legacy— Pull the pin on a thought, that’s Wordplay Weaponry. (Verse 3 – 32 Bars) Blueprint flow, every bar design, Draft my dreams on a diamond line, Ink so rich it redefine, Architecture of a master mind. Fuel in my lungs when I breathe these quotes, Combustion trust in the fire that floats, Octane truth in the engine notes, Gas of the gods through the metaphor throats. Pulse of the pen make the page feel heat, Heartbeat rhyme when the loop repeat, Life in a stanza can’t concede defeat, Time itself in the rhythm’s seat. Crystal clear when the diction gleam, Cut like light through a prism dream, Spectrum spread in a laser beam, Color my bars in a lucid theme. Orbit of art round the craft I steer, Ellipse of thought in a new frontier, Pull of the muse draw meaning near, Gravity bow when the sound appear. Cipher of code where my language live, Decode truth in the verse I give, Encrypt rhyme till the secrets sieve, Binary bars through a poet’s sieve. Velocity script when the tempo race, Speed of speech in a silver trace, Words so fast that they bend the space, Time stand still when I state my case. Legacy loops in a data stream, Immortal bars in an endless dream, Echo of craft through the ages scream, Crown of sound for the rhyme supreme. (Final Chorus) Load up the lines, every bar’s artillery, Syntax spin in mechanical symmetry. Poets talk aim, but my scope is memory— Every quote coded, this is Wordplay Weaponry. Rhymes ricochet clean through doubt’s design, Polish on polish, that mirror shine. Verse by verse I refine my legacy— Pull the pin on a thought, that’s Wordplay Weaponry.
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