
Re-spawned
• Tempo: 148–158 Rap .Platinum Metro Beat .Lead Electric Gutiar Solo Play’s Fast Through Beat

Re-spawned
• Tempo: 148–158 Rap .Platinum Metro Beat .Lead Electric Gutiar Solo Play’s Fast Through Beat
Lyrics
I just got domed an-this shit-lagging not re-spawning ok yeah I’m back in
buffering frames in my brain while I’m snapping the track in
I-know-know! I’m weird says the guy who drops off pipes to his-ho-house wife
so she can git high-wit the love of her life, ritual nights, chemical lights
the cute Lill green guy as they sit back-n contemplate my demise
but at the same time can’t figure out if I’m hot-or-snot
boiling or rot, polar or not, gold or a clot in the pot that you’re plotting
while he drives off smoking spicy-laced-pot wit-a-plot
to chop my hands off and and later eat my head-fo-dinnerrr
tell me again how that’s normal behavior? that’s not weird?
Maybe just a bit queer? Oh no I’m so full-a-fear
asking God why he sent me here? gears grinding, steering the sphere
Bishh pleas scratch you off my knee like an-Lill-flee
then sneeze-snot in your face, bless you, I meant that disrespectfully
I’m the blood-clot that’ll knock
Ya off the block, lock streets, freeze clocks, lungs stop
smoking that dry-ice will make ya brain rot ya know
thoughts fog, frost bite, mind gone, time lost
thanks for getting all flushed-n-flashy and deciding to rush me
adrenaline junkie, hands shaking, heartbeat rushy
rushy you and who are going to crush me?
mirrors crack when I ask me, reflection don’t trust me
I’m climbing-n the tree-rhyming with the gillie-n-acts
camouflage syllables stitched in the fabric of facts
2:38-n-338 lapua sendings this-n back to-ya
snapping like recoil, sentences blackened and flat to ya
Grim reapers not cinematic-dramatic-causing-static-from-tha-attic
no panic, just damage, raw language jagged and manic
trading gory-war-stories-n-thinking Lill-oh
curbs down hear just snoring, whole block dead silent, pillow talk boring
Keep snorting every thing you spit sounds the same
carbon copies in a loop, same frame, same lane
and after awhile same seems boring Sam-ol-story
I’m bending the vowels, shredding the cadence, deforming the inventory
inventory glitching, digits twitching, vision flicker-snap
breath clipped, jaw wired, never letting syllables nap
overclocked thoughts dump fast, no buffer, no lag
tongue triplet-kicks till the track start to drag
neural sparks arc, cortex crackle and buzz
every consonant cuts like it came dipped in rust
no pause point, joints locked, teeth grind when I speak
I’m chewing through beats till the waveform weak
bars stack tight like compressed steel springs
each word ricochet off the last thing I sling
panic pace, manic pen, zero float in the verse
I don’t surf on the beat, I reverse it and burst
lungs burn but the flow don’t stall
pressure builds till the sentence walls fall
click-clack cadence, syllable spray
rapid-fire grammar with no safety delay
I don’t breathe between bars, I steal air from the gaps
syncopated attack, every vowel collapse
mind race, pen chase, letters smear
thoughts sprint faster than fear can appear
no hook bait, no space, just teeth and tone
full-clip diction till the mic feel bone
beat cuts dead but my head still spitting
metronome broken, my pulse keep ticking
