Tongue-Tied
(Intro) Yeah. Check the mic, check the lungs. Try to keep up with the tongue. I don’t just rap, I lacerate the track. Watch this. (Verse 1) I’m a lyrical miracle, a clinical cynical criminal hitting the pinnacle Technically, typically, I’m flipping the syllables, killing the spiritual Viciously visiting villains, I’m filling the ceiling with feelings of venom I’m spinning and winning, beginning to grin at the sin in the rhythm I send 'em! You’re stuttering, buttering, muttering, utterly cluttered and shuttered and stuck I’m shattering, battering, scattering, spattering, gathering all of the luck. A cataclysmic, rhythmic, ballistic, simplistic, linguistic machine The meanest, the cleanest, the greenest extremist you’ve ever seen on the scene! (Chorus) It’s a tongue-tied, terrified, verified ride When the words collide and the world provides A vicious flow that you can't outgrow I’m the master of the fast, the king of the show! (Verse 2) Precision, decision, a vision of rhythmic collision, I’m making a fission I’m splitting the atoms of patterns, I’m hacking the track with a tactful incision! A rapid-fire, wire-tight, higher-might, flyer-light, fire-bright flow I’m rushing and crushing and brushing and flushing the competition below. You’re gasping and grasping and rasping and clasping for air in the snare I’m gliding and sliding and hiding and biding my time in the lair! Is it too fast? Did I pass? Did the mass of the gas make you crash in the grass? I’m a lyrical titan, a lightning-bolt striker, the head of the class! (Outro) Catch your breath. If you can. Vicious. Untouchable. Keep practicing.
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(Intro) Yeah. Check the mic, check the lungs. Try to keep up with the tongue. I don’t just rap, I lacerate the track. Watch this. (Verse 1) I’m a lyrical miracle, a clinical cynical criminal hitting the pinnacle Technically, typically, I’m flipping the syllables, killing the spiritual Viciously visiting villains, I’m filling the ceiling with feelings of venom I’m spinning and winning, beginning to grin at the sin in the rhythm I send 'em! You’re stuttering, buttering, muttering, utterly cluttered and shuttered and stuck I’m shattering, battering, scattering, spattering, gathering all of the luck. A cataclysmic, rhythmic, ballistic, simplistic, linguistic machine The meanest, the cleanest, the greenest extremist you’ve ever seen on the scene! (Chorus) It’s a tongue-tied, terrified, verified ride When the words collide and the world provides A vicious flow that you can't outgrow I’m the master of the fast, the king of the show! (Verse 2) Precision, decision, a vision of rhythmic collision, I’m making a fission I’m splitting the atoms of patterns, I’m hacking the track with a tactful incision! A rapid-fire, wire-tight, higher-might, flyer-light, fire-bright flow I’m rushing and crushing and brushing and flushing the competition below. You’re gasping and grasping and rasping and clasping for air in the snare I’m gliding and sliding and hiding and biding my time in the lair! Is it too fast? Did I pass? Did the mass of the gas make you crash in the grass? I’m a lyrical titan, a lightning-bolt striker, the head of the class! (Outro) Catch your breath. If you can. Vicious. Untouchable. Keep practicing.