Brra-ta-ta-ta when I jump on the track and I’m back with the pack and I’m movin’ like a maniac,

Brra-ta-ta-ta when I jump on the track and I’m back with the pack and I’m movin’ like a maniac, I attack every rap like a panic attack, never slack, I’m a hack in the system—glitch that, I’m a beast unleashed, when the beat get increased I feast, every bar get deceased—no peace, I’m heat, I’m a streak, I’m a flame, I’m a freak, I’m a storm, I’m a peak, I’m the top you seek. Speed mode ON when I breathe too strong, Every syllable hittin’ like a ping-pong bomb, I’m gone when the beat go ding-ding-dong, Flow so fast like a sprint that’s long. Flip it, rip it, I’m wicked, I kick it, I’m movin’ so quick that you blink and you miss it, I’m twistin’ the rhythm, I’m liftin’ the system, I’m driftin’ and shiftin’, the beat is my victim. I’m a rocket in orbit, I’m scorchin’ and torchin’, I’m morphin’ into forces that distort your proportions, No caution, I’m bossin’, no losses, I’m awesome, I’m saucin’, I’m flossin’, my flow so toxic. Zoom in close—nope, you still can’t see, Speed too high—break reality, Bars lock in like a security key, I rap so fast that I outrun me. I’m a venom in a rhythm with adrenaline hittin’, And I’m spittin’ with a vision like a villain on a mission, No limit when I’m in it, every minute I’m winnin’, And I’m spinnin’ like a turbine— WHOOSH—still spittin’! Heart rate rise when the bassline slides, Mind collide with the rhyme I provide, I divide every beat, make it kneel, make it hide, I’m a tide that arrives like a storm worldwide. Drop this, pop this, top this—stop this? Nope—flow so cold make frostbite optics, Flow microscopic, speed fiber-optic, I’m catastrophic, bars too caustic. Hit ’em with a rhythm like a lightning strike, Rrrraaa when I snap and attack on the mic, I’m a high-speed flight in the middle of the night, And I never slow down— NOT EVEN ON SIGHT.