Split-Spectrum Madness

(hummmm) yo

i step in the ring with a smirk and a swing talkin

big but your bars are on life support i go for the

jugular no time for the fluff your whole style is a joke

and i'm the punchline switch

up the cadence hit you with the left hook mocking your moves

while i dance on your grave observe the spectacle of lexical dexterity

my metaphors stack like a tower of babel paranoid glances but the

rhymes are precise absurd analogies leave you in a daze self deprecating

chuckles mask the razor edge cartoonish rage in a scholarly disguise alter

ego clash in the middle of the track one minute sweet the

next ready to attack (yeah) (ooh) unpredictable that is me switching the

script keep you guessing what i'll be

your

crew

is a circus and i'm the ringleader fake confidence shattered by my

verbal assault paranoia creeping while i laugh in your face below the

belt shots leave you clutching your pride off beat entry then i

snap back on time mocking your every move with a sinister

grin witness the ballet of syllables in motion needy for attention but

the craft is supreme intricate patterns that twist and entwine sarcasm drips

from every

clever line unhinged yet calculated in the grand design bouncing between personas

in a dizzying climb who am i today the beast or the

brain

arguing inside

while the beat stays insane (ah!) (hahaha) final

round and i'm going for the kill

no fucks given as i shatter your

will

unpredictable fury

in every syllable

ego switch complete but the story goes

on