[INTRO – sparse keys, vinyl texture, conversational] Yeah… I don’t gotta tell you I’m nice. That defeats the purpose. Just listen. C’mon, let’s remix the remix… This the word of mouth… (Chea…)(Ye ye) [moniker soft voice with emphasis before verse] Sho Money, (uhh…) (CHEA!) [VERSE 1 – laid-back pocket, dense internals] Pen game, ten frames, every line bowlin’, Wordplay worth weight, every phrase golden, (okay) Turn a plain statement into a main moment, Same sentence, game segment rearrange the components. (Woo!) No opponents, worthy of the game script Flip bars like burgers, clutch shooter like its game six (wooooo) Language gymnastics, land on the cadence, Hand me a canvas, I damage the basics, They manufacture bars, package and place ’em, I hide a whole thought in the rhyme while I say-it. (Heha) Read it one way, then read it reversed, Second pass in a flash whole meaning gets worse, I don’t force a scheme with filler bars forced in a verse— If the shoe don’t fit, I don’t force in the words. (That’s a Footnote) That’s why the flow sound raunchy, comfortably worn,(uh huh) gotta Shorten a long story, then double the form. (Yay!) Make a four-syllable rhyme outta something you thought Couldn’t rhyme with a damn thing— Watch me becoming the STORM!! (Woooo) [POCKET SWITCH – drums tighten] I got a vocabulary problem, Probably why every column Got a bottom inside of a bottom— Apartments inside apartments. (Oh my!) I’m sublettin’ syllables, Split ’em, give ’em different initials, Bring ’em back in the middle Like y’all ready to tickle… (silllly) That’s penmanship. Not “pen” like writing— Pen like enclosure. I keep every “animal trapped when I drop” that’s what I call disclosure. (WOO) (CHEA!) [HOOK – simple, confident, rhythmic] Word of mouth— That’s how the word get out. (Yup) I don’t gotta say I’m nice, they finding out after they heard me now. Im that Lost diamond they never finding, so wit the pen im shining… But don’t forget when rumors spreadin lies that’s just the Word of mouth. But don’t forget when rumors spreadin lies that’s just the (Word of mouth.) [VERSE 2 – punchline-heavy, more aggressive] Look— I don’t punch in, I punch lines, Clock mine, watch hands when it’s crunch time, Got time on my hands, that’s clockwise— Three meanings in, still ain’t touch five. That’s what I mean when I mean what I meant, Spend two cents, make sense from the cents, If talk is cheap, I’m economically bent— Built a whole career on the words I spent. That’s currency— Currently curvin’ these cursory verses, Word surgery, workin’ beneath the surface. You heard of me? Probably heard me and missed what you heard, ’Cause half these phrases got fingerprints first. I make the setup vanish inside of the joke, So the punch hits late when you’re home by yourself: “Wait— What’d he say right there?” Exactly. That’s the reaction I wrote. [FLOW SWITCH – faster, controlled] I’m meticulous with it, Every little bit fitted, Give me one minute, I’ll fill every millisecond with linguistic physics. Shift position, Different rhythm,(woo) Same sentence, six transmissions, Stick shift when the kick hit— Switch gears without switchin’ engines.(hahaha) No filler. No “lyrical miracle” never prove stay takin my time… If the syllables fit but the sentence is trash, Congratulations— You wasted the vibe. (Wooo) So slide [BRIDGE – beat strips down] Words got weight. Placement matters. Pause too long? Changes the answer. Same four words, Different inflection, One sentence, Four directions. That’s not rappin’ fast. That’s control. [VERSE 3 – showcase / escalating difficulty] Now give me the drums. [BEAT DROP] I can take “real”— Reality, realize, realistically, Build a family tree from one syllable linguistically. Kill every branch individually, Leave the root where you thought the middle’d be. That’s architecture. Bars got beams in ’em. Schemes got schemes in ’em. Leave seams in ’em— Pull one thread, and the whole sixteen splits into sixteen. I don’t need the thesaurus beside me. Words find me. Rhymes hide three-deep inside me. I might bury one on purpose, Knowing somebody online gon’ find it in 2030. “Did Sho mean—?” Yeah. Probably. And if I didn’t? Now I do. That’s another interpretation I can add to it too. [FINAL HOOK – layered doubles, triumphant] Word of mouth— That’s how the word get out. (Yup) I don’t gotta say I’m nice, they finding out after they heard me now. Im that Lost diamond they never finding, so wit the pen im shining… But don’t forget when rumors spreadin lies that’s just the Word of mouth. But don’t forget when rumors spreadin lies that’s just the (Word of mouth.) (CHEA!) Sho Money, uhh… [OUTRO – drums stop] See, rappin’ fast ain’t hard. Sayin’ something while you do it? …That’s different.
