Sleeping on me

I’m in my zone, homes, flowin’ with no clones,

Bars rollin’ off the tongue like stones that I’ve thrown,

Microphone magician, I’m flippin’ the diction,

Precision in rhythm, every syllable’s friction.

Mind on ignition, no fiction — I’m real,

Words spin quick like I’m turnin’ a wheel,

Steel in my will, can’t chill, I build skill,

Every rhyme designed fine, like I’m runnin’ a mill.

I lace facts, no cap, when I attack tracks,

My brain maps bars like code in a syntax,

Snap like synapse, when I blast these impacts