Tongue-Tied Genius

Yeah,

mic check, one two.

Just tap the record button.

No script, no safety net.

Let's get right into it.

I step inside the perimeter,

calibrate the vernacular Spittin' pure geometry,

turning simple to spectacular They want that generic blueprint,

I dismantle the frame Throw a wrench inside the gearbox and rebuild

the whole game Every syllable a chisel hitting stone on the beat

I don't skate around the topic,

leave you flat on the concrete Got the compass and the ledger,

every balance is checked Cut the bullshit out the equation and command

your respect (brrrap)

Off the cuff, no rehearsal when the pressure ignite Turn a spark

into a wildfire burning through the night Yeah,

cut the pretenses, step to the frontline Only real heavyweights can survive

the punchline (uh-huh)

Look, my cadence is a razor blade slicing the air While these

copycats are posing in a barber shop chair Talkin' tough on a

track, but their foundation is clay One kick against the pedestal and

wash 'em away Damn right I hold the standard high,

sharper than knives I engineer the architecture where the rhythm survives Triple

meanings in the verses,

yeah you gotta rewind Takes a dedicated diver just to fathom my

mind (woo!)

(cut it up)

Yeah,

show 'em how the hands move.

Pure craft, nothing manufactured.

Off the cuff, no rehearsal when the pressure ignite Turn a spark

into a wildfire burning through the night Yeah,

cut the pretenses, step to the frontline Only real heavyweights can survive

the punchline (that's right)

Just light work.

First take off the dome.

Kill the tape. (hahaha)