See the Beast

[Verse 1] Off the dome, stone-throwin’ poems, chrome microphone blaze, Cold ozone in my bones, I overload your whole page. No notes, no phone, no coach, just a rogue in a rage, I fold foes, close shows, keep ’em posted on stage. Boom bap backbreaker, crate-raider, that flavor, Razor-laced phrases carve haters like paper. DJ fader go sabre, scratch layered, it’s danger, Bass major, shakes pavements, quake-maker behavior. Improvised enterprise, iron lungs in my grammar, Hyperdrive every line while your rhymes got no manners. Cypher spinning, I'm within it, swing a sickle of banter, Split a gimmick, hit the limits, then I pivot and slam ya. Heat file in my speech, street miles in my sneaks, Deep style when I speak, leave weak smiles in the leaks. Free style, never cheap; I beat trials every week, Teeth shine, see the beast; I feast while you sleep. [Chorus] Freestyle, free wild, breathe fire through beat wires, Street miles, sleek styles, squeeze liars in weak ciphers. No script, no guide, just the mind in a mean visor, Off the dome, off the leash, hear the vinyl scream higher. Freestyle, free wild, I ignite the street’s lighters, Raw drums, jaw numb, I'm the spark that’ll heat cyphers. Freestyle, free wild, tighten seams of dream writers, Boom bap snare-slap, watch the whole crowd lean wider. [Verse 2] Dusty crate-digger, splinter fingertips in the cellar, Premo blade-scissor, split filler slick into fellas. SP-1200 hummin’, MPC pump propellers, Drums thunder under tunnels, I'm a tempest with the letters. Off-the-cuff uppercuts, I puncture bluff agendas, Tongue a clutch, run amok, you crumble from the pressure. Double-stacked cadences, dangerous angular measures, Strangle language, mangle metrics, trade it into treasure. Old school soul fuel, cold jewels on the leather, Whole crews fold, dude, when I sew grooves together. Off top non-stop, clock shots on whoever, Rock blocks, talk shop, mark spots in the cipher. Battle-born, battle-scarred, but it’s bars, not a weapon, Hard art carve marks in your marketing section. No pad, no plan, still I brand every session, Room packed, roof cracked, crowd chant my progression. [Chorus] Freestyle, free wild, breathe fire through beat wires, Street miles, sleek styles, squeeze liars in weak ciphers. No script, no guide, just the mind in a mean visor, Off the dome, off the leash, hear the vinyl scream higher. Freestyle, free wild, I ignite the street’s lighters, Raw drums, jaw numb, I'm the spark that’ll heat cyphers. Freestyle, free wild, tighten seams of dream writers, Boom bap snare-slap, watch the whole crowd lean wider.