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Rapid-fire syllables rattle the frame when I enter Engine redlining, every sentence a splinter Tongue like a rotor, let it spin when I vent I bend time signatures, wrinkle the present Metronome murder, my cadence is lethal I talk in tornadoes, leave towns as sequels Pen got a passport, stamps from the ether I’m mapping the myth while you copy the feature Choppa chop diction, percussion on rails I drum up a storm, hear the thunder in vowels Breath control veteran, lungs made of steel I sprint on a beat, never stumble the heel Punchlines land like a pallet of bricks I stack ’em so clean they develop a niche Eternal the rhyme, like a loop in a mirror I stare at infinity till it gets clearer No filler, no fear, every bar is a blade I sharpen the edge while you shop for a shade I flip every angle, kaleidoscope flow Colors collide when I open the throat Syntax elastic, I stretch every word Snap it back quick—did you catch what you heard? I’m glitching the grid, let the pixels decay From analog grit to a digital spray Velocity verses, my mouth is a mill Grinding your doubt into confidence pills I talk in triplets, then quadruple time Clockwork precision, the gears all align Heavyweight presence, lightweight delay I’m gone by the hook, like I vanished mid-say My cadence got stamina, marathon lungs I lap competition, leave ’em humming my runs Knife-edge delivery, surgical strikes I cut to the marrow, then season it right I’m calm in the chaos, a monk with a drum Heartbeat percussion, hear the war when it thumps I juggle consonants, vowels do flips Acrobat language, the crowd does splits I’m stitching the scheme till it seals like a vault Gold-threaded patterns, no fray, no fault Punchline physician, I diagnose tracks Prescribe heavy doses of “run it back” My shadow outpaces the sun when I move Speed of the rumor, truth in the groove I’m carving a lane where the traffic won’t go Toll-free greatness, pay nothing to flow Breathless sections, then a sudden slow glide I surf on the silence, tsunami inside I’m cooking with gas, no pilot required Flames lick the margins of every bar I’ve fired Eternal returns, every chorus a ring

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JayKinz

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7 months ago

𝒟𝒜 𝒢𝑜𝒶𝒯𝓮𝒟 𝟷 (DGO)

14 days ago

Aye this is fire Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

Lil Martin

14 days ago

Mula 💰 Mula 💰 Killed it! 🎯 love the track keep up the great work swag swag let's go Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

KOBRA1 aka LOS #TGE