Off the Hinges

[Intro]
Yeah
Too fast
Too sharp
Can't catch this
[Verse 1]
I don't rap, I ricochet
Every bar bounce back in a wicked way
Flip that script like a dinner plate
Leave crumbs of a verse on your Twitter page
Tongue do laps, I don't run a race
Whole squad packed in a one-car chase
Thoughts jump cuts like a highlight tape
Turn one idea to a five-part play (woah)
Words pile up like late rent bills
Whole page filled with the brain-spill feel
Line after line, that chain still builds
Till the beat tap out and the frame get peeled
[Chorus]
Crazy flow, off the hinges
Every line swing, break the hinges (yeah)
Too much sauce, can't rinse this
You can’t catch up, you just witness
Crazy flow, off the hinges
Whole crowd jump, break the benches (hey)
Too far gone from the entrance
You just press play, I write endings
[Verse 2]
Talk too slick, need a tongue seatbelt
Whole car shake when the punchlines melt
Idea hit quick like a one-inch jab
Then I stack three more and the track turn mad
Words crash into each other mid-air
Still land clean, every syllable aware
If I stop now, then the room might spin
So I breathe one time then I dive right in (oh yeah)
Brainwave spike like a stock chart climb
Whole life squeezed in a eight-bar line
If you blink once, then you miss ten rhymes
Try to write like this, that's ten hard crimes
[Chorus]
Crazy flow, off the hinges
Every line swing, break the hinges
Too much sauce, can't rinse this
You can’t catch up, you just witness
Crazy flow, off the hinges
Whole crowd jump, break the benches
Too far gone from the entrance
You just press play, I write endings

rap, Hyperactive trap banger, male vocals; skittering hi-hats, gliding bass, and detuned bell synths. Verses in breathless triplet pockets, hook opens with shouted gang vocals and layered ad-libs. Snare slaps upfront, vocal doubles on key punchlines, brief filtered drop before the last hook for an extra slam.