Blitz with a flick of the wrist — it’s a rift in the rhythm, I rip through riddles,

Spit with a grip like a glitch in the system, I split scripts slick in the middle.

Quick as a tick when I'm kickin' a syllable, pivotal rip in the minimal pixel,

Invisible missile — lyrical driller — mirror the fear when I shimmer and swivel.

Flick-flash — vision collapses, cracks,

Split paths, pivot and twist right back,

Grip facts, stick with a mismatch stack,

Rip that script till the syntax snaps.

Whiplash in the wind, I'm a wrathwave risen,

Backmasked bars with a half-grave rhythm,

Snap like wires in a black cage prison —

Clap that spark and collapse your prism.

Fast with the phantom force — phase through space in a language forged,

Laced with blades in a page I scorch, race with fate till I break that course.

Chase no source — I’m the flame and storm,

Face transforms with a latent swarm.

Shaped in form from a wraith reborn —

Every phrase a blade, every breath’s a war.

Lock in the scope with a cipher circuit,

Shock in the flow like a lightning sermon.

Drop in the cold with a knife-like verdict,

Stop when the soul of the mic’s submerged in —

Fire that flickers in bars I’m burnin’,

Tired of gimmicks, I carve in purpose.

Harder, smarter, sharper wordsmith —

Target marked and I charge with curses.

Crack in the cadence, I cast that curse,

Stack in a pattern that smashes first.

Back in the lab with the math rehearsed,

Dash with a passion that snatched the earth.

No step slow — vortex thoughts in a prose unknown,

Ghost with a tone that's grown from bone —

Zone so cold that it froze my clone.

Post that blow like a pulse through stone.

Fast like facts when the fear gets fed,

Past that point where the clear get red,

Last man standin', peers all fled —

Hear no cheer when the sheer thread shred.

I’m clockin’ a flow that's off the grid,

Droppin’ foes with a conscious glitch.

Options close when the optics shift,

Locked in modes that the gods dismissed.

Rapid with the havoc, I’m a phantom in the static,

Every fragment that I brandish is a manuscript of madness.

Language acrobatics — lit like a lantern, lashing,

Elastic, drastic, verbal blacksmith.

Savage when I lace the verse,

Ravaged 'em with sacred words,

Damage in the way I serve —

Canvas in a blaze, it burns.

Every single second that they step in my lane — I’m flexin' the pain, dissectin' the brain,

Injectin' the flame — relentless aim — they step and I sever their sentence in rain.

Breathless flame — it’s a test of pace,

Head gets razed when I press that space.

Said they brave but they tremble late —

Dead in a haze when I levitate.

I’m the echo in a world that don’t replay,

I’m the letter that the legends never rephrase.

I’m the presence in the pressure of the heatwave —

Speak in a sequence the reapers can’t retrace.