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.