[Verse 1] Step in the session, I'm setting the pressure Pepper the rhythm with letters together Never been delicate, better remember I bend every measure then sever the centre Quick with the diction, ridiculous friction Switching position in split-second intervals Minimal breathing, I'm drilling the syllables Still every consonant hitting the kick Back with a battery packed in the anatomy Actually rapidly stacking the strategy Casually carrying half of the cavalry While they're all chatting dramatically Talk like a titan, arrive like a typo I write with a rifleman's timing, psycho Line after line and I'm slicing the cycle Right through the rhythm then riding it sideways Click-clack, linguistic Rip tracks, ballistic Big chat? Get finished Sixteen bars, diminished I don't need room when I enter the rhythm I make room when I bend the division One-two-four then I double the pattern Tongue like a turbine, REDLINE GRAMMAR [Hook] Rev that, run that Bassline, buss that Big talk, done that Come back? Love that Rev that, run that Whole room jump back Too fast, tongue snap REDLINE GRAMMAR [Verse 2] Accelerating the rate of delivery Making a maze out of basic simplicity They wanna imitate cadence and imagery Still couldn't mirror the physical symmetry Minute I'm in it I'm spinning a syllable Into another then splitting the middle A little bit quicker, ridiculous riddle I wiggle through rhythms that shouldn't be possible Pattern on pattern on pattern, I'm packing 'em Cracking 'em open and rapidly stacking 'em Back of the beat then ahead of the snare again Dragging the language then snapping it back again Wait. Stop. Let the whole instrumental breathe. Then I come back with a mouthful of syllables Nobody reasonably needed to speak Velocity, venomous verbal mechanics I'm bending the emphasis, stressing semantics They're selling an image, embellishing antics I'm shelling the riddim with lexical damage Every vowel gets chained to another Every sound gets wound round another Round one, round two, crowd gets louder Engine-mouth flow with a thousand horsepower [Hook] Rev that, run that Bassline, buss that Big talk, done that Come back? Love that Rev that, run that Whole room jump back Too fast, tongue snap REDLINE GRAMMAR [Verse 3 - Rapid Fire] Back in the booth with a battery boost And a barrel of syllables ready to shoot Every consonant cracking exactly on cue When I double the pattern then triple it too Rapidly rattling paragraphs, packing 'em Back into fragments then accurately stacking 'em Actually attacking the track with anatomy Built for a verbal mechanical catastrophe Clicking and kicking and clipping the rhythm I'm slipping between every gap in the system A minimum millisecond given to breathe Then I'm hitting another sixteen underneath Pedal to metal, incredible level I'm threading the needle with several syllables Settling never, I'm bending the metre Then entering sections you reckoned were difficult Technical, lexical, breath-control specialist Sentence assembly gets bent into weaponry Every internal connected phonetically Nothing accidental, it's built mathematically Run with the rhythm, I'm drumming with diction Tongue doing kick-snare percussion precision Switching position with split-second vision Six different flows in a single division Riddle me this when I'm ripping a riddim Who told 'em they're quick when they're tripping on rhythm? I'm drilling the middle, diminishing limits And fitting ridiculous syllables in it Back-to-back, battering patterns are happening Rapid-fire grammar, I'm hammering accurately Cracking the cadence, dismantling gradually Casually lapping 'em, actually laughing No pause, no drag, no gap in the mechanism Words get compressed into rhythmic collisions Stacking a phrase into phrases within it Then stacking another one into the minute I'm accelerating, elevating the rate Separating every letter and placing it straight Then rearranging the placement again Till the consonants ricochet over the bass Tick-tick-tick and I'm back with the syllable Kick-kick-kick, every consonant physical Quick-quick-quick, getting clinically difficult Still every word coming through individually Tongue turbine turning at terminal velocity Verbal hydraulics, mechanical ferocity Constantly crossing the pocket diagonally Dropping the syllables perfectly properly No breathing Keep speeding Beat bleeding Still speaking One sequence Two sequences Four sequences More sequences Pack 'em together, accelerate better A paragraph shredded to letters and pressure The tempo is steady, the mouth gets much faster I'm running ahead of the REDLINE GRAMMAR [Final Hook] Rev that, run that Bassline, buss that Big talk, done that Come back? Love that Rev that, run that Whole room jump back Too fast, tongue snap REDLINE GRAMMAR Rev that Run that Rev that Run that REDLINE GRAMMAR. [END]
