Lexicon Riot

I move with a lexicon lethal, a bishop in misfit attire

Syntax so barbed it can puncture the wicker of weaker desire

I’m quintessence, you’re residue, vapor from overused fire

Your talk is a flimsy contraption, my diction a forged empire

I carve out a meaning from marl and from mercury, murk in the marrow

You chase after shining façades, I’m the reason they lean and go narrow

Aptitude braided with audacity, latent but never inert

I turn every setback to scripture, then stitch it in syllables terse

My cadence is chthonic, it crawls through the cracks of your lacquered façade

I’m marching with contraband syntax, a carnival, clever and odd

Your punchlines are picnic confetti, mine land like a meteor shard

I’m abstract but surgical, bent like a blade in the hand of a god

Hear that? It’s friction and fervor, a feral and fastidious blend

I’m bending the language till even the punctuation gives in

You came with a script full of filler, I came with a fox in the pen

I’m turning the page into shrapnel again and again and again

Say less

I came for the crown

Say less

Watch me take it down

Say less, I’m the whole lexicon

Say less, I’m the whole lexicon

Clean cut, then I’m gone

Say less, I’m the whole lexicon

I’m unguent on rust, a peculiar cure for the fever of common

A syntax anomalous, carving a path through the obvious morrow

You’re all monochrome echoes, I’m opal and oil in the storm

I’m spawning a swarm of accordions, contradictions in elegant form

I keep my composure ferociously, calm like a vault with a pulse

Your bravado is brittle as bone china breaking from one little jolt

I’ve got a knack for the arcane, a taste for the rare and the stark

Every line is a lantern, I’m mapping the labyrinth with a spark

My grammar got grit and glycol, it glints like a blade in the rain

I’m rendering rivals irrelevant, every refrain is a chain

I’m not here to chatter and charade, I’m here to rewire the room

You borrowed your aura from boredom, I built mine from thunder and bloom

The cadence is cryptic but clean, a rarefied riddle in motion

I’m docking your certainty, slowly, like ships in an ironed-out ocean

You wanted a slogan, a shortcut; I brought you a vault and a key

Now every last one of your favorites sounds faintly derivative to me

I don’t need a parade

I need one sharp line

One rare, wicked phrase

And the whole world aligns

Say less, I’m the whole lexicon

Say less, I’m the whole lexicon

Clean cut, then I’m gone

Say less, I’m the whole lexicon

Uncommon words, common wins

I make the noise fit the skin

Say less, watch me

Say less, I’m the lexicon