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.