Split Tongue Syntax

I’m a militant syllable villain, the rhythm is venomous Minimal sentiment, killin’ it with a pen and some adrenaline Head full of skeletons, echoing in the sediment Every sentence I sever is heavlenless, elegant negligence I got a mind like a riot inside of a psych ward Lightning in my vocal cords striking the mic hard Type to ignite crowds, frighten a night guard Pipe bombs disguised in a white song with nice bars Syllable stacker, I’m back with a fractured temperament Crashin’ the track with an axe and a bag of amphetamines Actually mad at the fact that these rappers lack savagery Half of ’em act like they built it but never had masonry I’m venom and Vicodin mixed with a hint of hysteria Biblical levels of wrath in the back of theéria Everybody wanna bite but they never get near enough Chewin’ the beat til the speakers leaking hysteria Wait— Lemme reload the cadence and double the tempo Head full of lead and resentment embedded in menthol Dead on arrival but still I’m ahead of the threshold Bread on the dresser, depression and stress in the rental Mama said “boy you got demons,” I told her “I know” I keep ’em chained in the basement adjacent the stove They keep on breakin’ the locks when I’m makin’ a flow So every bar got the pain of a man with no home I’m cold as December in Denver with no heat Soul full of trauma and teeth marks from old beef Whole team ghost me, low-key they don’t know me So I talk to the mirror like homie you owe me I could go psycho, spiral, homicidal with high notes Eyes closed, writing with lightning inside of my vitals Might blow, standing in front of the crowd with the mic froze Then snap and black out while attackin’ the rhyme zone Who want it? I’m dumpin’ a hundred-and-one different flows in a moment Explodin’ opponents with poems that open their throats and emotions I’m broken but focused, devoted to smokin’ the bogus The GOAT isn’t chosen, it’s forged in the coldest corrosion.