Dylogik

(Verse 1) In the shadows where the echoes creep, I dissect the beat, like a math wiz in deep, Numbers align, yeah, I calculate the time, Constructing these bars, every line a paradigm. Ink spills like blood on the page I write, Dark thoughts collide, igniting the night, Formulas twisted, equations of pain, I'm a scientist of rhythm, lost in the brain. (Verse 2) Count the syllables, every word's a fraction, Subtract the fake, add the real satisfaction, In this cipher, I'm the ghost in the machine, Building up the tension, if you know what I mean. Creeping through the alleys where the shadows play, Spitting venomous lines, watch the darkness sway, Like a math wiz, I solve it, no distraction, Dope ass constructs, fueled by my passion. or