Yo — when I’m spittin', it’s a given, heads are flippin', necks are twitchin’

Yo — when I’m spittin', it’s a given, heads are flippin', necks are twitchin’ Driven like an engine piston hittin’ with no intermission Competition’s fiction — I’m the diction demolition technician Twistin’ words like a Rubik’s cube in a lucid mood with a cruel ambition Too clever — rhyme professor, pressure just fuels my essence I evolve through every session, stressin’ just boosts my presence Tongue’s a Beretta, syllable shredder, vendetta vendin’ vendettas Settin’ off heads of contenders who thought they were better — forget it I’m better than better’s ever been — medicine for your skeleton Rattle your brain till it caves and you beg for Excedrin Veteran in the zone, known to detonate poems With flows so cold I could freeze fire and snowcone a cyclone @@Snap like synapses misfiring, wired in hypermode Type of psycho who types a poem and slices throats with a microtone Mind is a cyclone trapped in a Tylenol bott With a Molotov soul and a throttle that models a rocket's motto I'm off the wall like padded rooms, boom in the padded booth Snappin’ like a fractured tooth, truth in a savage youth Bars too manic, damage like panic in parachutes Landin' with a pen in hand, snappin’ necks like camera crews Yeah, I’m too raw — no law, no chill, no shame Spit flames from the jaw till it saws your brain I’m insane with the pen — better guard your lane ‘Cause I crash through tracks like a runaway train I scribble scriptures in the mirror with a lipstick blade, Insane — my thoughts play hopscotch on a twistin’ grave I’m a glitch in the matrix, switchblade linguist, Spit with a vengeance, stitch flames in a sentence Rhyme savage — lines do backflips off brackets Crash in your cortex like bad trip graphics Acid in my adlibs, madness in my fragments Snappin' at rappers like Jack in a hat full of black magic a I don’t rap — I relapse on beats and black out Wake up with a pad full of bars I can’t even map out I’m tapped outta patience, laced with a thousand faces Brains race in cages — pages rage in stasis I was born in a cipher of chaos and chalk lines, Talk crime in rhymes while I walk tightropes in dark minds Start fires with syllables — scripts drip gasoline Laughin' while I battle shadows with daggers inside a dream They said, “You need help.” I said, “I did — I found a pen.” Now I bleed felt tip scripts 'til the voices quiet again A padded pen in a padded cell, spellin’ my padded sins And I still can't tell if I’m battlin’ demons or callin’ them friends Brrrap! I’m a verbalist version of turbulence Swervin’ in syllables, surgical wordsmith — murderous Merciless, workin’ with verses that burn like a furnace lit Purpose is permanent — purgin’ the worthless with perfect wit at p Pop pin to I’m an anomaly, possibly prodigy, talkin’ demonic philosophy Choppin' like Ginsu through wannabes, obviously godly with honesty Mockin’ the mockery, clockin’ velocity, knockin’ ‘em off of the odyssey Audibly oddity, body the beat and then sleep in the morgue as a novelty Gimme the beat and I’m breakin’ it down like enzymes Mind move quick like ten timelines — pen been bent since bedtime I don’t just rhyme, I bend time, send signs through red skies Then rise like dead minds with headlights in exile Tech in the tempo, I’m tremblin’ text in a techno echo Let go — retro with the stetho’, check flows that detonate metros Step though — I’ll wreck foes in a neck choke with a death quote Head cold with a lead soul that bled prose from a dead ghost I'm off the wall like padded rooms, boom in the padded booth Snappin’ like a fractured tooth, truth in a savage youth Bars too manic, damage like panic in parachutes Landin' with a pen in hand, snappin’ necks like camera crews Yeah, I’m too raw — no law, no chill, no shame Spit flames from the jaw till it saws your brain I’m insane with the pen — better guard your lane ‘Cause I crash through tracks like a runaway train