Spitfire words, lightning speed, Rapid flow, plant the lyrical seed. Beats drop, minds pop, never gonna stop, In this rhythm, my thoughts flip and flop. Fast on the mic, like a whirlwind spin, Words dance, sharp like a javelin. Rhymes collide, in a lyrical spree, Velocity of verses, that's my decree. Speeding through the verses, like a sonic boom, In the rap game, carving out my own room. Quick on the draw, like a lyrical gunslinger, Every line sharp, making heads linger.