ian

Are you ready for the lyrical demolition, Listen my tounge is the weapon, Thought's a use as ammunition, dreams are in a vision, it's the conclusion, not no illusion, No-one can stop me see, I'm the cream of the crop gee, Going straight to the top, tik tok, Like the clock ryhmes, Don't stop they just pop, right of the top, form from a thought, A Taught wisdom, but they still wont listen, Got them trippin, in this lyrical expedition, who's this John Addison dissin, A specky spaz tryin to get ma attention, you better pay attention, man class is in session, And i forgot to mention, I'm a blessin in hell, searchin for heaven, a witch with the words, mixing the elixir, Alloa’s Assassin with pro nouns whole crowd gone wow how does ian make the sounds go vim vim Each rhyme's a landmine, I detonate with a grin. Uh, syllable spittin’, quick as a flickin’ switch, Crisscrossin’ linguistics, mystic with ballistic scripts,Rippin’ the matrix, breakin’ the syntax like a physics glitch, Quick wit, kick hits, tick-tockin’ with rhythm’s twitch! Lumma, dumma, summa, humma, drumma, plumma, I’m a verbal volcano, flow so fast you can’t thumb-a, Gutter, stutter, mutter, clutter, flutter, I scatter words like matter, batter, shatter, utter! Infinite spit, synaptic gymnastic with the digits, Twist it, flip it, clip it, hit it — rapid-fire physics, Lexical gymnastics, fantastical acrobatics, I slam a syllable barrage like a verbal maverick! Razor-sharp articulation, acceleration sensation, Spit like a nuclear reactor with a chain-reaction, Faster than thought, caught in the storm of my diction, I’m the ignition of cognition, supersonic addiction!