Breathless Barrage

Yeah

Benjamin on the track Let's go

I'm the king of the syllable drill When I spit it you

feel the chill Never run out of breath in the race Got

the pedal pushed down on the hill Split the atom I'm chasing

a thrill Keep it moving I'm paying the bill Got the rhythm

and rhyme in a lock And I never am standing there still

Hit the corner and double the pace Got the fire right back

in your face

Every line is a maze

with a spark Leaving footprints you cannot

erase In the dark I am setting the

trace

Put the gold

and the silver in place

When the kick and the snare hit the room There

is no one who's taking my space

Now I finish the lap with a sprint Every syllable shining like

flint

Never stop for a gasp or a sigh Leaving tracks with a

heavy-weight print See the spark and the glow and the glint Every

phrase has a iron-clad hint

And I shut down the beat with a slam Like a master

who's ruling the mint

(haaaa) Yeah No-breather

Done