Down Low

🎤 Title: “Labyrinth Bars (No MapNoCap)” (Beat— 172 BPM, D Major) I step in the cipher, no lighter, but still I'm flamin’ Rainin’ pain in the frame of the game that y’all tamin’ D major — I scale like dragons in sanctuaries ill Very necessary, vision buried in the semateary [5–8] Flow’s medicinal, pen bleeds pentacles mystical Cryptic syllables, flipped like rituals — it’s biblical Matt with the facts off the top, it’s non-fictional Deception in the beat, but I speak with the original [9–12] Syllabic scholar, no collar, just spit and honor Every word curved like karma when the beat’s a sauna Punchlines hit like karma with a backhand I teleport your thought to Tibet from a CAT scan [13–16] I’m the monk in the monastery, reciting commentary On modern man’s madness, masked in the monetary Free with the bars, but the truth’s never cheap Even Blasty Beatz know I rhyme when I sleep [17–20] Flow in D major, but minor chords linger I press pressure points like a scripture in a finger Yeah, it’s acupuncture rap when I puncture tracks And run it back like monks in a dungeon packed [21–24] Call me cunning linguist, with a tongue like an alchemist Silver turns to gold when I speak — that’s the catalyst Lyrics labyrinthine — twisty like pine vines Ego get smoked like kush in divine shrines [25–28] BPM 172, but my IQ jumpin’ higher / I wiretap the silence like I’m hacking through a choir / Rewire the climate, verbal ultraviolet / Chop syllables in spirals 'til the beat turn quiet [29–32] But I ain’t never hush — I’m a shogun of diction  Slicing phonetics with quantum conviction Addiction to rhythm, I’m scripted in prisms / My thoughts spit friction like solar collisions [33–36] matt in the mirror — freestyle gorilla Wit slicker than oil in a kingpin thriller I fill up the void where the real once stood  You hear bars, I hear bone, battle and blood [37–40] Rhyme’s anatomical — bars like ligaments I twist consonants into complex instruments Every word bends light  I ghostwrite for photons Float on the beat like Monk with a robe on 41–44] I got moons in my verses and oceans in my pauses Breathin’ metaphors like churches filled with causes Flow like water, but it cuts like obsidian / Came from the depths, now I speak for the civil cutasens [45–48] Matrix mind, no glitch in the vision / Unwrap wisdom like a cryptic religion / Bars layered deep like I'm speakin’ in Da Vinci Cipher - get holy — even angels wanna bench me [49–52] Fifty-two cards in the deck, I just flipped 'em But I ain't bluffin’ — these bars got conviction  “Deception” on loop, but my truth stay ignited /And this cipher don’t end — it just gets rewired 🔥