the architect of anarchy (first demo)

I’m an architect of anarchy, a monarch in the canopy, Honoring the strategy, abolishing your sanity. You claim you’re making waves, but you’re a puddle in a drought, I put the iron to your mouth and clear the muddle in your doubt. Got a block-spinning, top-winning, Glock-grinning syndicate, The money look immaculate, the lawyer says it’s innocent. I'm moving through the underground, sub-woofer rumbling, Leave your whole infrastructure fractured and tumbling. I’m the one with the leverage, toxic in your beverage, Your catalog is generic, way below the average. You talking about a plug? Man, I run the whole grid, Spitting lines so sick they gotta quarantine the kid. I keep the numbers moving like an active accountant, You standing on a molehill, I am the mountain. Got a long-barrel clip call it a documentary, Leaving every single adversary in the cemetery. ( Hit 'em with the syllables, the critical, the miserable, I make a rapper invisible, the physical is pitiful, I'm lyrically a miracle, satirical but spherical, my operation's pinnacle, your critical condition’s clinical. They try to trace the paper but the revenue is ghostly, I’m dealing with the bosses and you talking to the most-ly. This is Rated R, motherfucker, hide your kids, We blowing off the hinges and we popping off the lids. Real street logic with a heavy metal bounce, We don't do the talking when we weighing out the ounce. Epic by design, yeah, the flow is catastrophic, We the only giants dominating the topic. I move with a silence like the "p" in pneumonia, Got a crew of real monsters from here to California. You talkin' 'bout your straps, but you couldn't fasten a seatbelt, I put the heat to the plastic and watch the whole fleet melt. My money's got a mud bath, dirty as the river, One call from the boss will make your equilibrium shiver. I got the high-voltage lines running straight through the audio, Treating you clowns like a clown at a rodeo. Stop. Look. Listen to the plot. Heavy in the pot. Never getting caught. I don’t talk about the work, I just execute the layout, Leave a rapper trapped with no option for a payout. You a ghostwriter, man, I’m the goddamn poltergeist, Throwing loaded dice, keeping everything cold as ice.