Flawless

I’m the flame in the furnace, flawless, forging the facts, While you fumble fiction, fragile, folded, forged to collapse, I spit razors, slash rhythms, rip reality’s wraps, My syllables sizzle, snap—sound like surgical slaps. I’m on a mission with precision, split divisions like atoms, I riddle rhythms, reinvent ’em, raw venom I’m spittin’ at ’em, I’m calibrated, calculated, call it clever mechanics, You clownin’, crashin’, chaotic—caught in cognitive panic. I’m the scribe of the skyline, sketching stars in my scripts, You just scribble scraps, skip steps, slipping, sinking to bits, I’m the lexicon locksmith, twistin’ language like laces, While you chasing validation—I’m just acing these spaces. wordsmith with purpose, Paint scripts like a portrait, slang slick when I serve this, Curve sentences, venomous, verbs twist in the wind, Mind’s a prism, spittin’ wisdom, every line got a gem. Flow surgical, syllables split atoms in half, I draft paragraphs that blast like grenades when they snap, I’m abstract, I contrast every whack in the craft, They half-steppin’, I’m deft with the lexical maps. I’m on a different route, flipping vowels, rhythmic style, Snake tongue—hissing vowels, spitting wild, Brain a haunted house full of thoughts twisted foul, They knock but never enter where my written files. I cook bars like alchemy, raw metal to gold, Heavyweight syntax, every sentence is bold, Legacy etched deeply, my pen never gets old, I'm the key to the locks that they