Off the Hinges

Yeah

Too fast

Too sharp

Can't catch this

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

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

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

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