(Yeah!)

Let me paint a mental image with a sentence, independent of dimension, every letter like a prism in a prison of perception where deception is a given but the lesson is to question all the systems that we live in—

In a prism or a prison? That decision isn’t written, every rhythm that I’m spittin’ is a pivot in the mission,

Every limit is a figment, I’m infinite with the pen and if I grip it then I rip it ‘til it shifts into existence—

Flippin’ the rhythm like physics in quantum collisions,

I live in the friction between what is fact and what’s fiction,

I balance precision with madness and natural vision,

Every pattern is shattered, I scatter the atoms within it—

See, I been tappin’ into the fabric of math,

Back in the lab, crackin’ the glass, rappin’ in patterns too fast—

Actually mad, snappin’ like synapses blastin’ in half,

Tappin’ the map, travelin’ past everything tangible, grabbin’ the last—

Bit of reality, shatter anatomy, batter the vanity,

Mad with insanity, handle the tragedy,

Casually battle the fallacy, havin’ these fallible rappers unravel,

The gall of me, actually snappin’ so naturally. Every vowel I speak is a catalyst crackin’ the canopy,

Seein’ the planet from angles they can’t even fathom,

I balance the paradox, fact in the fallacy,

Fracture the fallacies, rapidly answer with mastery.

Twistin’ the best flows, I got the potential,

The second I let it begin it’s essential,

I step in dimensions, I flex in the nexus,

I never depend on a lesser connection—

Think too slow, you lost in the mental,

Read between lines, you caught in the narrative,

If you believe it, you feed it, repeating the sequence,

The meaning is bleeding, the reason’s imperative—

Do you see what I see when I blink?

Do you breathe and bring pain or a link in a chain that was forged by the ink of a script that was written before you could think?

Look—

I’m on a tangent, expandin’ the bandwidth,

Man with a plan that dismantles the canvas,

Stand with a stance that advances the planet,

Hand in the damage, demandin’ the answers.

I am the standard, breakin’ the pattern,

displacin’ the phantoms, facin’ the random,

Space is an anthem, shape it, then grasp it, forever changin’ the labyrinth,

This is a map that collapses and fractures!

Time doesn’t tick, it spirals,

Mind doesn’t fit in idols,

Life isn’t writ like a script on a disc,

It exists in the twist of survival—

Every decision’s a prism, a vision collision,

A system of limits that isn’t intrinsic,

If physics is rigid then flip it,

I’m livin’ infinite, bendin’ it different,

I scribble in symbols encrypted in rhythm,

Depicted as wisdom, a prism of prisms—

Faster than anything tangible,

Radical animal, actual master of fractals unravelin’ matter like matter is casual,

Mathematical patterns adapt to the lateral pull of the gravity,

Lapsin’ through galaxies, rapid reality,

Back and forth snappin’ the axis in agony.

Fast ain’t a flex if the depth isn’t present,

If all that you got is mechanics, forget it,

You copy the cadence, you follow the metrics,

But all of it hollow, it’s honestly desperate—

They think that the numbers decide who the best is,

I promise they losin’ the essence,

I measure in levels of layers and lessons,

Not likes and impressions, I’m pressin’ the message!

Every competitor checkin’ the seconds,

I’m checkin’ the patterns, I balance the pressure,

They flexin’ in echoes of echoes, repetitive,

Everything empty, I see through the rhetoric.

They sprint, I conserve, they collapse, I emerge,

I been watchin’ ‘em burn while I lap every turn,

It’s a matter of time ‘til they panicked and nervous,

The minutes are tickin’, I’m passin’ ‘em, swervin’!

Speed ain’t a weapon if you ain’t got depth,

All these numbers, but they still not threats,

All these views, but they still not vets,

I don’t need a trend just to kill y’all’s reps—

You been on the app like twice my time,

Still runnin’ in place while I climb, I grind,

How you double my days but you stuck in a phase?

I adapt, I evolve, I design, refine—

They measure their worth in the likes they collect,

I measure in skill and the time I perfect,

I measure in layers of depth in a text,

Not how many kids hit a heart and forget—

They frantic, they watchin’, they seein’ the gap,

I’m lappin’ ‘em, laughin’, I’m cleanin’ the map,

It’s only a matter of time ‘til they vanish,

I handle my business, they weak and they panic, like poppin’ some acid, and late for work, while they stuck in the traffic.

They sprint with no stamina, pass out and collapse,

I’m built for the marathon, fact after fact,

I snap when I rap and I craft every track,

With a pen that could bend every map into black!

Time doesn’t tick, it spirals,

Mind doesn’t fit in idols,

Life isn’t writ like a script on a disc,

It exists in the twist of survival—

Every decision’s a prism, a vision collision,

A system of limits that isn’t intrinsic,

If physics is rigid then flip it,

I’m livin’ infinite, bendin’ it different,

I scribble in symbols encrypted in rhythm,

Depicted as wisdom, a prism of prisms—

Faster than anything tangible,

Radical animal, actual master of fractals unravelin’ matter like matter is casual,

Mathematical patterns adapt to the lateral pull of the gravity,

Lapsin’ through galaxies, rapid reality,

Back and forth snappin’ the axis in agony.