|Split second mind|
I use my profound pen and pad power
To devour sour cowards who cower every hour.
Your rhymes may make people bump and grind
But only mine will stand the test of time.
Years from now people will still be amazed
By the tracks that I blazed.
The world will never be sick of me.
For all infinity it'll be feeling me.
For those who just don't know
I'm a subzero-inferno.
I breathe fire in the coolest fashion.
Say things that you could only imagine.
In my mind I'm so far ahead of my time
That I have to rewind just so y'all can understand my rhymes.
I said I have to rewind just so y'all can understand my rhymes.
When I write I squeeze the juice out every word I use.
I concoct a lyrical potion that causes mental commotion.
You synchronise your breathing with my preaching.
I take your breath away with one rhyme
and give it back with the next line.
Can you believe this?
When I speak I leave you speechless.
When I open my mouth you open yours in awe
Of what you just heard and saw.
This is called critical elocution and lyrical execution.
I just spit-painted "Rest in Peace"
On all those emcees who seek my defeat
When they need to be kissing these feet.
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