Spitter - A Mysterious Effect

[Intro – distorted whispers, metallic hits, tension rising] Oh hi, I'm that guy with the plank in my eye Looking at you specks, show respect while I Perfect my dialect and flex some intellect Until this Intel tech leaves me like a captain getting wrecked [Verse 1 – growled rapping, fast syncopated rhythm] Titanic panic when the flow goes manic Cold as ice, try to swerve but you ram it Slam it, jam it, whiff wham and bam it Juvenile wordplay, annoying, but damnit When I spit my poems with meaning and substance They're second fiddle to the puns, I'm taking a sub stance [Pre-Chorus – crowd chant tension] These bars need revoked, cheered on by dumb folk You think you're so woke, your punchlines are dad jokes [Chorus – shouted growls, explosive energy] Let me finish here by playing your game All the morons will cheer and the real will call it lame Got cut slicing cheese, well I got greater problems Like a broke atheist, no profits to solve 'em [Post-Chorus – screamed chant] Spittin! This Mothafucka's Spittin! Spit in fire! Right at you! Blow away like ashes you've become! [Verse 2 – mid-tempo bounce, biting sarcasm] Rhymes on paper, you know they are terrible Get mauled by a bear, no, I am unbearable Just call me a broom 'cause I'm sweeping the nation Or maybe a shovel, groundbreaking innovation [Bridge – eerie, distorted whispers and low growl] A fishy character on the boat, so I'm glad we took the hook out What's this chapter in my life? Get the book out Been creepin' in the night, but it's time to pull the rook out [Verse 3 – internal chaos, rising tension] Introductions, huh? I'm awkward, weird, and lame But I'd rather play the bully kid than be part of your game After this is done, I'll be grilled, well done But my soul is cold, I'm always charred, well, let's have fun [Pre-Chorus 2 – groove lock-in, background chants] My flavor doesn’t pair with beef, yours is burning up Unwanted flappin’ lips you creep, don’t try, you can’t catch up [Chorus 2 – blast-beat backing, full growled delivery] Get it? “Catch up” like “ketchup”? Your meat is overcooked Tell me which of my bars gives a poor look But real knows real and real knows you And, in reality, this blacked-out face is realer than you [Post-Chorus – screamed chant] Spittin! This Mothafucka's Spittin! Spit in fire! Right at you! Blow away like ashes you've become! [Breakdown – stomping groove riff, heavy scratches] Pull up like you owe me something Choke a mic, my sound bytes, I spike waves, tsunami I'm on a roller coaster holding on tightly Going up and down, sky to ground Tides and mountains throwing the dice at the breeze [Verse 4 – double-time growl flow, drum barrage] If I make it, I make it, I give what it takes and I take it to the bank Papers still pending, I think my attention is paid Good things come to those who wait, how much more time do you need? Haters wanna be my friend, friends wanna be my haters [Bridge 2 – slow pit groove, gang vocal shouts] I ain't even made it in majors with a minor pen I'm battering this ink, I can bake up any inning With a slam to the stans, this is straight up ride or die league [Verse 5 – confident snarl flow] You can't ignore me, coward bars exposing stories Brick instead of scoring, dropped the ball, never took a shot at all I'm stuck between my wit and grit so call me something slick Say that rap’s a game, so why so serious? [Pre-Chorus 3 – rising gang shouts] I don’t care if you think I’m wack, one more time for the people in the back I don’t care if you think I’m wack, we’re not alike but run the same track [Chorus 3 – brutal chant energy, crowd screaming] Come to think, as a matter of fact: you run the sprints while I pace laps Facing facts, you choke, I act, and if I’m choosing this or that I’d rather be a troll than rat, so keep your cheese, I’m giving zaps [Post-Chorus – screamed chant] Spittin! This Mothafucka's Spittin! Spit in fire! Right at you! Blow away like ashes you've become! [Outro – eerie fade, static ambience] Truth be told, you’re stale and boring I’ll take jams to softer flooring Baking bread since yours is molding See my hand? If so, you’re folding [Final Section – whispered chaos fading out] You’re all-in? Keep your chips You’re the man? I spit quips What’s a quip? Look it up Hollow heads, so I’m fed up Run-on sentence, drop more commas I don’t rap, I pop flow karma [Outro – whispered refrain] I see the flame I call it mine Truth tastes bitter But I sip it like wine Try to find A proper rhyme To a better time When my mind Wasn't confined To the line of signs That dive out of my life [Heavy breakdown] [End]