Fast Lane Foes
Who? Who? Who? Who let the fast one through?
Who?
Who?
Who?
He walks in counting paper like the room owes rent But every
dollar in his pocket already got spent He says he's too quick,
but the proof moves slow Blink once,
miss the verse, blink twice,
there he goes
Who? Me? I'm the blur in the booth,
better zoom in
Run the rhythm so fast that the syllables bloom in
Tick-tick-tick, every hit on the grid I don't punch people,
I punch through the beat
Who? Who? Who? Who let the fast one through?
No brakes, no pause,
no gap in the pattern Scatter the consonants,
shatter the standard Rapid-fire rabbit-run,
rattle the riddle Little bit of middle with a kick in the
middle
Run it up, run it back,
rubber-band rhythm attack Flip a phrase,
skip a beat, put the whole grid on its back Syllables sprint
through the gate, let the sub shake
Final burst, hold tight,
let the whole thing spin I don't need to throw a punch
when the punchline wins Fast for the stunt,
clear for the claim You asked who?
Remember the name