I was built in the calm before the storm hits

Quiet on the surface, but the core’s lit

Pen’s a detonator, thoughts are pure nitroglycerin

Every bar I lay is another inch closer to ignition

I speak in controlled bursts, measured and clean

But the meter’s a fuse and the beat’s kerosene

You think it’s a whisper? Wait ’til the wind shifts

Ten seconds flat and your whole world spins

Zero to a hundred, watch me outrun the sun

Ignition sequence: ten, nine, escape velocity

Every syllable’s jet fuel, no apology

If you blink you miss it, if you breathe you’re gone

This is warp-speed poetry, hold on

Internal half-rhymes spin in a cyclone

I’m a linguistic cyclone, cyclone, cyclone

Spit so quick it’s light speed by the time you reply “woah”

Overclock the flow, CPU redline

Thoughts move faster than photons in Einstein’s headline

Ten, nine, eight, escape the event horizon

Seven, six, five, tongue’s a weapon, no license

Four, three, two, bars burn brighter than Sirius

One…

Zero gravity, hear the silence

I just left the atmosphere with these lyrics

If you understood half, consider yourself fearless

Ignition complete.

Now try to catch your breath while I’m already light-years ahead.